The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1047 Something is wrong

This boy really wanted to kill him, and he had already taken action. He felt that he would suffocate to death in a second.

He had never known before that death was so terrible.

The eyeballs were protruding outwards, and the corners of the eyes seemed to be torn apart.

He thought this young man was really not afraid of their Duanmu family?

Obviously, it was useless for him to think about this question, because if he was afraid, he would definitely not want to kill him.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, the air in his heart seemed to be gone, he felt his body was gradually getting colder, but his hand still wanted to break Leng Wuyou's hand unwillingly, but he had no strength left , the hand slowly fell, and the consciousness was drifting away.

But at this time, his servants came back to their senses belatedly, but seeing the master who was almost out of breath, they didn't dare to step forward at all, their eyes were flickering, and some of them were already running quickly. Out of the crowd fled to the distance.

If you don't escape, if someone in the Duanmu family knows, even if they don't die, you are afraid that you will be turned into a human stick.

"Worriless." A slightly cold hand grasped Leng Wuyou's wrist.

At some point, Qian Yuling arrived by her side.

When Leng Wuyou heard the voice, she felt the coldness on her wrist. She looked sideways at Qian Yuling who was looking at him with worry in her eyes, and hummed in a low voice in confusion, "Huh?"

As soon as Qian Yuling raised his eyes, he met Leng Wuyou's dark eyes that seemed to have no gleam of light.

The faint black is as if it has been soaked in ink.

Qian Yuling's heart skipped a beat, and the moment she met his eyes again, she felt her heart was half-cooled instantly, and her scalp felt a little numb involuntarily. At this moment, Leng Wuyou felt like a bird waiting to eat. of beasts.

"Worriless, what's wrong with you?"

Leng Wuyou's state seemed to be very wrong, she subconsciously tightened her grip on Leng Wuyou's wrist slightly.

"I am fine."

With a slight tingling sensation, the ink in Leng Wuyou's eyes instantly faded away.

She blinked, looked at the person in mid-air who was being pinched by his neck and carried away, her brows were furrowed, and a darkness flashed in her eyes.

Looking at the person in her hand, she threw him out with a flick of her hand. Naturally, the person was not dead, but it was almost the same.

But at this time, no one cared about whether the people on the ground were dead or not, but they all looked at Leng Wuyou with surprise and uncertainty in their eyes.

What happened to Mr. Leng just now, the aura emanating from his body at that moment seemed like a god of death robbing lives, which made them all feel shuddering, it was simply too terrifying.

Thinking of Mr. Leng just now, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and they looked at Leng Wuyou with a little more awe than before.

If it was said that before, they only had worship and respect for Leng Wuyou, the Spirit King, but now they have a touch of fear.

"Wuyou, we don't need to pay more attention to this kind of person, just let him fend for himself here, don't get your hands dirty."

Seeing the light in Leng Wuyou's eyes gathering again, Qian Yuling breathed a sigh of relief, and directly pulled Leng Wuyou's hand away, and put it into his own, afraid that he would rush over and pinch him if he had an impulse. He grabbed Duanmuheng's neck and strangled him to death.

As she spoke, she directly pulled people into her room. The most sensible thing to do at this time was to leave, out of sight of these people.

It would still be a long way to go back to Leng's house directly, so she could only take him to her room.

In fact, she really didn't want Leng Wuyou to kill Duanmu Heng in public. Although she didn't know what was going on with the Duanmu family, she could tell from those words that the Duanmu family was not a She was a good friend, so she didn't want Leng Wuyou to get into trouble because of him.

The small living room is simple and there are no extra decorations. There is only a log table in the middle and a small glazed pot on the table.

Leng Wuyou sat at the table, playing with a small teacup between his five fingers, with a somewhat obscure expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)