too affectionate

Chapter 895 Love Without Light (2)

"You said that his love, not being on the stage or being seen by others, will only make her shame and fear?"

"You said she was lying next to someone else, charming and charming, tactful and charming?"

Feng Nagi asked slowly, her voice getting colder and softer, her eyes getting farther and farther away, and more affectionate.

She even frowned slightly.

She was clearly talking about someone else, but at that moment, Feng Nagifu felt the same struggle in her eyes, but it seemed to be talking about herself.

The maid's eyes widened in horror. The beauty in front of her was still so elegant and noble.

The eyes that were about to cry and the brows that were slightly furrowed were even more pitiful.

But the maid looked at Feng Naifu's pupils, and felt that there was no need for blood red there, that black was the end of hell.

Just looking at it makes one dizzy.

No one knows what Feng Nai Fu is thinking, so that her soft and beautiful face remains the same.

Under the skin, the twisted devil seemed to start writhing.

After a while, the maid felt a loosening of her head when she heard a "click".

It was a hairpin on her head, which was gently removed by Feng Nagi.

The jade finger holds the hosta, the jade is like condensed brilliance, and the wrist is like condensed jade, which is extraordinarily dazzling.

Feng Nagi's fingertips gently brushed the maid's vermilion lips, leaving a numbness on the numb maid who was already frightened.

With pity in her eyes, she sighed softly: "You can't say anything, but you want to make my heart hurt so much..."

As soon as the words fell, the dazzling light suddenly descended at an extremely fast speed.

The head of the jade hairpin stuck into the maid's lips, and a few drops of blood spilled out in an instant.

Afterwards, Feng Nagifu seemed to suddenly go crazy, and also like a devil who tore out the human skin and rushed out.

Her soft and beautiful eyes were wide open, and she poked the maid's mouth fiercely with the hairpin. Every time she poked, she yelled sharply.

"I want to purify Sagara's woman?

She is my woman!my woman!
Xiao misses my wife is Jing Shijialan!It was Jing Shijialan who took my wife forcibly!She was always mine!Born to be mine!

If Yan'er knew my intentions, what I had done for her, and knew that I loved her to the bone, she would hold my love dearly!
She will never be ashamed...and she will not be afraid!
Moreover, Yan'er would rather be broken than a jade, and she would never let Jing Shijialan touch her in the slightest!
She will always be my little girl, she will always be holy and pure, waiting for me to pick her! "

Feng Nagi pinched the maid's chin, held the jade hairpin high, and poked her mouth fiercely one by one, every time she could sink half of the jade hairpin under her skin, until the maid's mouth was bloody and bloody. Don't give up.

Then he poked at her face, nose, eyes, and forehead.

Hearing the sound of "stabbing" and "stabbing" the flesh was ripped open, and a string of blood droplets splashed and landed on Feng Naifu's clothes, hands, and face.

At the beginning, the maid screamed sharply, and the miserable sound was horrifying.

But after a long time, she didn't even scream anymore.

The other maid on the side was completely paralyzed on the ground at this time.

She wanted to run a few times, but her legs were so frightened that she couldn't even stand up, let alone crawl.

She looked at Feng Naifu in astonishment, the most noble, dignified and graceful woman in the past.

At this time, she has no demeanor, her face is ferocious, and her strikes are so ruthless that people feel that the king of hell is nothing more than that.

In particular, the content she yelled out was sometimes "my woman" and sometimes "waiting for me to pick it up". Coupled with her beautiful face, it was absurd and terrifying no matter how you looked at it.

When the people under her had changed beyond recognition and couldn't see the outline of facial features, Feng Nagifu suddenly stopped.

From ferocious rage to weary calmness, it only took him a moment to transform.

He said slowly:

"You're right about one thing though.

Xuan Wanyan, if she is dead, I will go to Hades to claim her.If she is a ghost, then I will go down the animal path and catch her.

Even if I die, I will stretch out a hand from hell and drag her to hell with me!

In short, no matter life or death, she can't escape me!
In this life, I must have her. "

It was clearly a man's voice.

After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand.

The poor little maid had already lost her breath, and fell straight to the ground with a "plop".

A face with no outline or facial features, silently looking at the sky.

At this time, the other little maid was so frightened that she held her head in her hands, her expression was in a trance, her pupils were almost split, and she couldn't even shout.

Feng Nagi Fu Leng gave her a cold look, and actually smiled softly.

He lightly pursed his thin lips, grinding away a bead of blood that fell on his lips, making his lips redder and teeth whiter.

It's ridiculously red, sickly white, and suffocatingly bright.

"Are you scared?" Feng Nagi Furou said, it was a woman's voice again.

"It's okay." She comforted softly, stretched out her blood-stained fingers and landed on the maid's neck.

When the five fingers were firmly embedded in the throat, the maid finally put an end to her nightmare.

Behind him, an old man came quickly, looking at the two corpses lying there, he was not surprised at all, but with a normal expression, he called for someone to clean them up.

Feng Naifu sighed, and when she stood up, did she regain some sanity.

But the face covered with splattered blood, if it is ferocious, is just cruel and bloody.

But if the face is covered with blood, but the eyes are steady and the face is calm, it is really terrifying to the bone.

However, his eyes are tender and tender, and his brows are still slightly furrowed, how pitiful he is.

The old man handed over a ropa, and when Nagifu took it, her hands shook a little.

"Uncle Weng...I feel very bad these days..."

Feng Naifu said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I always feel that... Yan'er will be defiled by him."

The old man respectfully said: "Your Majesty, he is already dead."

With tears in Feng Nai Fu's eyes, she asked with a smile, "Do you believe it?"

The old man bowed his head and said nothing, Feng Nagi folded the brocade handkerchief neatly, carefully wiped the blood on his hands, and carefully wiped the blood on his face.

"Even when his body lay across Fengtian Palace, I was sure that he would not die.

Besides, now, I don't even know where he is. "

Feng Nagi rubbed her face with a smile, the gloom in her eyes was suppressed by tears.

"Over the Great Hall of Undead, there is news that Yan'er has returned to Northwest Uninhabited Land.

But I could see clearly that Yan'er didn't go back.

She should have sent a letter to the Hall of the Undead, deliberately making the illusion that she had brought the body of Jing Sagaran back.

Jing Shajialan is probably resurrected now. "

Feng Nagi let out a long sigh, her brows rarely furrowed.

"Now the two of them are alone, Yan'er is so charming, and Jing Shijialan has a human face and a beast's heart.

You say, my little girl is alone now, how scared she must be. "

(End of this chapter)