In the study of Ziqi Temple and Nuange Pavilion, the atmosphere is heavy. Two men with the same excellent appearance confront each other with their eyes. They are also from the royal family. They once had their heyday and also fell to the bottom. Now both of them have climbed out of the bottom. No matter what means they rely on, they have turned over, and there must be a enter the dragon in the future.
Everything now is an outpost in the battle for power.
For the woman in their hearts.
"You made her sad." A fiery red man took the lead in opening his mouth, and his pleasant voice sounded like a pearl-jade tap, clearly enunciating every word, conveying his dissatisfaction.
It goes without saying who she is.
Seal deep face slightly heavy, YunXi was given to seal this matter, he has always been secretive, how all don't want to mention, even don't want to think about it, but seal seal now magnanimous put this matter on the table, tore off the last fig leaf, which made him angry, his hands trembled slightly, fundus resentment is going to hide, broken out of the grid.
But when he turned his attention to the things he was talking about, all his anger was replaced by panic. After Yunxi said that Feng Yi knew his plan, he used anger to cover up his fear. Now the fear has spread out. Facing Feng Yi, he can't say a word.
Feng Yuan is afraid of Feng Yi. He thinks Feng Yi is also afraid of him. He even never thought that Feng Yi never put him under his eyes. In Feng Yi's eyes, Feng Yuan is only an accessory to contain Yun Xi. After losing this function, he is nothing.
"This is a small gift for you, and it is also a warning from the king." With a bang, the man's head, which had been dripping with blood, rolled on Feng Yuan's desk. Finally, his face was up and he died unsatisfied, and his face looked surprised and painful.
There are many dead souls under Feng Yuan, but he is usually not the one who did it himself. He doesn't even need to face the dead body in person. Now, looking at the dead body in front of him, he feels a chill in his heart.
He is familiar with the man, but his appearance at the moment is far from his memory. His eyes are magnified by fear and fear. Now he has lost his mind and lost the brilliance of his life. It is clear that a few months ago, they once drank wine and laughed together, but now they are separated by life and death.
Only then did he realize that no matter whether Yun Xi succeeded or not, Feng Yi would be fine, and he also realized why Yun Xi wanted him to "behave".
What he did was like a child's play to Feng Yi, and it was like a cat's teasing before it caught the mouse.
The dead man is the king of the southern Xinjiang method, and he is also one of the best players in the method. In addition to practicing the method, his martial arts is also outstanding in the world.
Feng Yuan spent a lot of thoughts on the method of king, and finally got his support.
However, the King of the Method, whose martial arts are unparalleled and amazing, is still no match for the 90-year-old who is in power.
Feng Yuan thought of countless rumors about Feng Yi, who practiced evil skills and raised countless talented people, and his minions spread all over the country.
Feng Yuan originally thought that Feng Ai was a human being, so how could he be so miraculous? But now that I think about it, it is somewhat possible.
He can easily behead the king who used the method. What harm can the worm do to him?
Sealing deep heart angry, can face such a powerful enemy, he can only convergence itself, is that a pair of indomitable eyes full of pride.
Feng Yuan acted like a male animal whose tail was stepped on, which made Feng Yi feel good.
Feng Yi thought that the things in the bones and blood of the man who sealed the house were actually as dirty, conceited, fickle, selfish and vicious ... He looked like a human being, but he was a demon in human skin.
Feng Yuan kept silent for a long time, and Feng Yi didn't care. For him, Feng Yuan didn't deserve to talk to him. Feng Yuan just needed to listen.
"If you make her sad again, the king will not let you go."
A lover left such malicious words to a real husband, and such a nondescript thing was only done at the age of nine with such ease and confidence.
Feng Yuan's fist clenched, and this letter clearly came to trample on him.
Killing without blood is nothing more than this. He only said two words, and every word was killing his heart.