On weekdays, when Jun Mohan is by her side, Feng Sujin's whole body is filled with strength.
So at this time, Feng Sujin instinctively looked for her Mr. Jiajun. Even saying his name might be powerful.
"Mo Han, Mo Han, what should I do? What should I do... I'm so sad, so painful, so painful... "
Maybe Feng Sujin's recitation of Jun Mohan's name really worked, and she seemed to have accumulated strength in her body.
She worked her way up her body.
Then at that moment, she really returned to her body.
But at this moment, Ye Ling still left, and many people in the Ange were killed.
Feng Sujin's eyes turned red with bloodlust. At this moment, her whole aura was completely exuding, with the aura of Shura.
Before, she was immersed in the pain of losing Jun Mohan, and she was isolated from everything in the outside world, as if she couldn't feel any breath from the outside world.
But at this time, the power in her body was re-energized by the people in the dark pavilion.
At this moment, she turned her grief into strength and into the breath of killing.
At this moment, Feng Sujin's aura suddenly reached the sky.
Many people could feel a cold breath flashing in the air, and the originally sunny sky suddenly became gloomy, just like Feng Sujin's mood.
Suddenly a gloomy cold wind blew in the sky. It was originally the season of late autumn, but it was blowing like a sandstorm.
The wind picked up the sand on the ground and confused many people's eyes.
Feng Sujin stood in the center of the storm, looking at everything around her coldly.
She looked up at the direction of the city wall, and the corners of her mouth curved in a bloodthirsty and cold arc.
The moment Feng Sujin's eyes were fixed on their direction, she quickly took out the silver needle and shot it with both hands...
Like a goddess scattering flowers from the ground, the silver needles flew towards the city wall.
On the city wall, the musketeers who were still unable to open their eyes due to the wind, more than ten people at the front were stabbed in the heart by silver needles, and they fell directly from the city wall.
Whether the city wall is high or low, the voices of more than ten people "touch!" were smashed into meat patties.
Feng Sujin looked at these scenes with indifferent eyes, as if killing people like this was the most normal thing.
This is the growth of pain. In pain, she had to kill calmly.
In the same way, this kind of revenge killing uses blood to commemorate some hatred.
The last thing they should do is touch her people, no, her husband's people.
Her Mr. Jun may really be gone, but she wants to protect his people.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't think about anything.
But now, she was in extreme pain, and was awakened to reason by the people in the dark pavilion. She decided to take revenge, and then go to accompany Mo Han after her revenge.
He lives, she lives, he dies, she dies.
She must take revenge, take revenge for her husband.
Feng Sujin was in the wind, her clothes were rustling, and she had a sad and beautiful style.
The silver needles in her hand were all made of silver thread. Feng Sujin's body seemed to have gathered strength again. She pulled out the silver thread and continued to attack the Musketeers.
Because of the cold wind and stormy weather, the people in the Musketeers could not see the specific situation on the ground at all.
Moreover, the people on the ground were trampling and running with no direction at all, and it was very chaotic. They had no idea who was attacking them.
Why suddenly, everyone disappeared one by one.
Feng Sujin was taking action as quickly as possible and killing as fast as possible.