"Brother Feng, come out." As soon as Feng Xiao came out of the game cabin, he heard Xi Ruorou's soft voice.
Xi Ruo was half lying on the sofa, her blurred eyes looking in his direction, with a vague look in her eyes.
Once, she thought that she no longer had the right to love. Even if she fell in love with a boy at first sight, she did not have the slightest extravagant hope or courage. However, when this man appeared next to her again and again, surprising her again and again, giving her hope of life, and giving her the warmth of home, the extravagant hope in her heart slowly began to sprout again.
"You are really disobedient and moved out of the room again. Aren't you afraid of being bruised?"
Amidst Yang Xiruo's exclamations, she was picked up by the waist and gently sent back to the room. Feng Yao looked at her favorite brother and new sisters quietly, with a slight smile on her face and a hint of worry.
Today is the 7th.
Dinner time passed quietly in a warm atmosphere. Feng Xiao gently put down the bowl and spoon, and walked out of the room under Yang Xiruo's reluctant eyes.
Feng Xiao put his hands behind his back and looked up at the stars, his eyes flashing with countless complex lights, like memories, like remembrance, like pain, like hatred, like confusion, like determination.
At this time of every month, he would stand on the balcony and watch the waning moon in the sky until midnight.
Time passed quietly, and Yang Xiruo had already fallen asleep. Feng Yao walked quietly to Feng Xiao while holding a few neatly folded clothes.
"Brother, come back soon."
"Yao'er, don't worry about me, go to bed early." Feng Xiao gently pinched her little nose.
"Yes!" Feng Yao smiled slightly, gently changed his clothes, and finally put a mask on his face gently and carefully.
Feng Xiao kissed Feng Yao lightly on the face, and her body turned into an afterimage, passing through the open window and diving into the vast night.
Feng Yao returned to the room and quietly looked at Xi Ruo's elegant sleeping posture, which was pity for me when I saw her, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
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"It's been four months and it's finally our turn again. I wonder who it will be this time." Nalan Yishuo's eyes flashed with pain, fear and helplessness.
The door was suddenly pushed open and Nalan Yihong was shocked to see his grandfather still in the room. He rushed in hurriedly: "Grandpa, why are you still here? Leave quickly. What Yingfeng wants to kill is the people of Nayue Villa. As long as Once you get out of here, there will be no danger."
Nayue Villa is the headquarters of the Nalan Family in Beijing. The person in charge is Nalan Yishuo, the second brother of Nalan Yigui, the current head of the Nalan Family. He has two grandsons: Nalan Yihong and Nalan Yixuan.
Nalan Yishuo waved his hand and said in a calm voice: "No one has left. The guardian is here, how can I leave. Moreover, the people Yingfeng kills every time will not be too important people. He The purpose is to scare us and make us despair."
"What on earth did our four great families offend Yingfeng to treat us like this?" Nalan Yihong gritted his teeth.
"I don't know, no one knows." Nalan Yishuo shook his head in pain. For three years, Blood Emperor Shadow Wind has killed a person from one of the four major families every month, and the time is surprisingly fixed - 11:50 midnight on the 7th of every month. Before each action, he would convey the information of the hunting target in various ways, making the other party feel fear - because, no matter how careful or how strict the protection was, Blood Emperor Shadow Wind never failed and was always there. A life is taken away at the predetermined place and at the predetermined time. All people can see is a handful of flying feathers shining red.
Everyone in Nayue Villa clearly remembers what happened yesterday.
Liu (Nanny Liu), who was sent out to perform a secret mission by Nalan Yiping who married into the Ximen family, stumbled to Nayue Villa yesterday and said to everyone she met: "The Shadow Wind of the Blood Emperor is about to come to Nayue Villa and take her away." A life that shouldn’t exist.”
No matter what others said to her or what they did to her, she didn't react at all. She just kept repeating the same sentence, and finally passed out on the ground. After waking up, he completely lost consciousness and became a complete vegetative state.
"Hong'er, what time is it?"
"It's half past eleven."
"Quickly call everyone who is still in the villa and gather them all in the hall. We can't be frightened by the reputation of the Blood Emperor, and we can't sit back and wait for death. Everyone gathers together to see how he will start." Nalan Yishuo stood. When he stood up, his bones made a snapping sound.
"Yes, Grandpa."
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The hall of Nayue Villa was crowded with people, but it was surprisingly quiet. A few leaders were nervously counting the number of people.
"Second Master, there are quite a few of them, and they are all here." Hall Master Jin reported respectfully.
"Okay! Let everyone stand ready, pay attention to the movements around you, and don't scatter." Nalan Yishuo solemnly gave the order.
"Yes, the second master." The five masters of the metal, wood, water, fire, and earth halls immediately took action and gathered everyone in the center of the hall. The elites of the Nalan family were outside, and the hall master was in the middle. Nalan Yishuo and two A young master gathered tightly in the middle.
You can hear a needle drop in the hall, and you can only vaguely hear the heartbeats of different frequencies. As time passed, the heartbeats of these people became faster and faster, and cold sweat began to break out on the hands of the Nalan family elites who were holding swords and even guns.
The powerful Nalan Family's Jinghua garrison, with more than two hundred people in formation, was wary of one person, but they did not feel exaggerated or ashamed at all, because the other person was Blood Emperor Shadow Wind.
The time has pointed to eleven forty-nine, and there is still no movement. Everyone is slightly relieved. In such a battle, even the Blood Emperor Shadow Wind has no chance to make a move.
"Haha, I don't think Shadow Wind will come. We are all gathered together like this and are on the verge of breaking out. Even if he is a god, he would not dare to rush in." Hall Master Jin laughed and eased the tension in the hall.
"Yeah, I think so too." Hall Master Mu also let out a long sigh of relief. Suddenly he felt a breeze blowing from the tip of his nose. He touched his nose in confusion and asked strangely: "Huh? This place is obviously closed. How can there be wind if it is so tight? Hall Master Jin, have you felt it?... Hall Master Jin?... Hall Master Jin?... Ah - Hall Master Jin Jin is dead, Hall Master Jin is dead!!"
Hall Master Mu's voice was like a thunder, shocking everyone on the spot. They only felt a wave of cold air rising down their spines - the closed hall, the silent atmosphere, the airtight defense, and the silence under the eyes of two hundred people. Killing a hall leader who was surrounded in the middle without a breath - is this the terror of Blood Emperor Shadow Wind
Hall Master Mu was heartbroken and sat down on the ground. He couldn't figure out why the person who was talking to him a few seconds ago died silently under his eyes, and there was no trace of it on his body. A trace of scars and blood.
The Eastern Blood Emperor kills without blood. Only those who can kill people with wounds that leave no blood or traces can be called the true blood emperor.