too affectionate

Chapter 905

With the arms tied around Feng Nai Fu's neck, Wanyan could clearly feel that the arteries under Feng Nai Fu's skin were motionless.

Although the consciousness in Wanyan's brain is already withdrawing rapidly, she also knows what it means.

Feng Naifu knew that Wanyan might not be able to exhaust the wind in the space, and she might not be able to die.

So, she is holding her breath.

Sure enough, when Wanyan saw that there was only the last breath of air left, Wanyan was able to completely blow the wind in the confined space, her hand, whose blood vessels were already bursting to the point of bursting, suddenly trembled violently uncontrollably, and then jerked loose.

This pine, like a cup full of water smashed on the ground, the wind that Wanyan just took into her palm burst out in an instant, quickly filling the small space.

All Wanyan's efforts have come to nothing.

Wanyan, who was exhausted, loosened the arms that tied Fengnai's neck, and her whole body fell backwards lightly.

Fortunately, Wanyan reacted immediately, and tried her best to support her arms, so she didn't fall to the ground.

The deterring person is also in the extreme environment. It can kill others, but because of the instinctive self-protection when the body is dying, it cannot kill itself.

Even if she wants to die.

This is a predicament that Wanyan can't break through no matter what.

At this time, Wanyan's lips were already cyanotic, her pupils were dilated, and she was panting out of breath while leaning on the ground.

After a long time, Wanyan's slack will finally recovered, and when her eyes could barely see, she found that Feng Nai Fu was sitting on the ground not far from her, with one hand on her raised knee , looking at himself quietly.

Also just came back from suffocation with half his life, but Feng Nagifu's fair face turned slightly blue, and there was no other reaction.

Only those who really have no resistance to death can go to death calmly in their hearts, without even a stress response in their bodies.

Even Wanyan, who was on the verge of death by self-harm several times, was secretly surprised at this moment.

Feng Naifu is too cunning and duplicity, Wanyan doesn't believe it at all, he is willing to abandon the inexhaustible reputation of glory and bright future, and go to the underworld with him as the honor of the three respects.

But just now, Feng Nai was suffocating, not to mention resisting, she didn't even struggle at all, and even held her breath by herself, facing death more calmly and eagerly than Wanyan.

Feng Nagifu really wanted to die.

Looking at Wanyan's gaze, Feng Nagifu smiled lightly, as if to comfort him: "It's human nature to resist death."

Saying that, Feng Nagi Fuyou stood up leisurely, looked down at the embarrassed Wanyan, seemed a little distressed, and said:

"But if you want to die, it doesn't have to be so complicated."

As she spoke, Feng Nai walked to the table, raised her hand and threw the table over to the ground.

It was only then that Wanyan saw that under the table, there was an oil drum half the height of a person.

It turned out that Feng Nagifu had already made preparations.

Feng Nagi smiled, kicked lightly and knocked down the oil drum.

There is no lid on the oil drum, and once it is poured, the oil filled inside can't wait to flow out.

Afterwards, Feng Naifu stood in the center of the room, and with a flash of light in his palm, seven-colored crape myrtle sky flames jumped up.

Against the backdrop of the fire, Feng Nagi Fuyuki's lips became redder and her teeth were whiter, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she was so gorgeous.

Yan Luo, who didn't seem to come to take his life at all, looked like a god who could save all living beings.

"If we can't die together in the wind, let's die together in the fire."

The beauty held the fire, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her voice was soft.

Wanyan struggled to stand up from the ground, her bloody eyes fixed on Feng Naifu.

At this moment, Wanyan didn't think about anything, she just wanted Feng Nai to help her die.

Then use Feng Naifu's blood to pay for the lives of his blood relatives.

Even if the price is to lose her own life, she will not hesitate.

"Okay." Wanyan turned to Xiao Huai who fell on the ground, "But I want to send her to a safe place."

Feng Naifu was very talkative today, the flame in his hand never extinguished, and said in a warm voice:

"In order not to attract outsiders, Ziwei Tianhuo is only burned inside the house. It cannot be seen or burned outside, so she is safe outside the house."

After finishing speaking, Feng Naifu didn't wait for Wanyan to make a move, the other palm shimmered, and Xiao Huai, who was still unconscious, was carefully sent out of the room.

"On Huangquan Road, I just want to walk with you, and I don't want anyone to bother me."

After the words fell, Feng Nagi put her hands down with a smile on her face, and Ziwei Tianhuo fell to the ground.

At the moment it touched the oil that had spread all over the ground, a small ball of flames suddenly expanded and shot up into the sky, and in an instant, the sky was full of smoke, flooding the entire room.

In the sea of ​​flames, Danying carved jujue was licked by the tongue of fire, carved beams and painted buildings were burned, accompanied by the accompaniment of burning wood, it was a dazzling, bright, warm and cruel feast.

In the midst of the flames, the temperature in the house rose, the veils turned into waterfalls of fire, and the roof beams and bucket arches began to collapse.

In the house that was about to be reduced to ruins, Feng Nagi walked leisurely to the corner table, lighted the incense burner unhurriedly, and brought it to the couch table.

After that, Feng Naifu walked to Wanyan's side, grabbed her arm, twirling and throwing her, and pushed Wanyan down on the couch.

"The smell will be better here." Feng Nagi looked down at Wanyan, and comforted softly: "The process won't be too long, and it won't be too painful. Let's wait patiently."

Maybe it was burned by the fire, or it was smoked by the thick smoke, Wanyan's eyes became even redder.

Like a corpse, Wanyan stood up suddenly, grabbed Feng Naifu's collar, and then fell backwards.

Feng Naifu didn't want to resist at all, he put one arm behind his back and the other by Wanyan's ear, and fell on Wanyan's body.

Just a few feet away, Wanyan still opened her angry eyes with a ferocious look, and said viciously:

"Feng Nai Fu, you must die here today, don't try to play tricks."

Feng Nagi raised her eyebrows a little, and the smile in her eyes was even bigger, she put her hands behind her back to Wanyan's waist, lowered her body, and stuck closer to her, whispering softly in Wanyan's ear:
"Don't worry, you are here, how could I be willing to leave?"

Saying that, Feng Nagifu hugged Wanyan even tighter, and sighed with a smile:

"In my whole life, I have never held the rain and carried the clouds. When it comes to the end, I am finally cuddling with the fragrance and leaning on the jade.

And we, although we didn't get to grow together like snow, we finally got to die together.

It's worth it, it's worth it. "

Wanyan remained silent, tightly clutching Feng Naifu's neckline, fearing that she would die if she escaped.

Amidst the raging fire and thick smoke, the balance of life and death began to become unbalanced, and the wooden couch where the two lived was completely submerged in the sea of ​​flames.

As the tongue of flame scorched her skirt and invaded her body, the intense emotion in Wanyan's eyes finally faded a little bit.

Her eyes gradually became empty, and she just stared blankly at the wisp of cigarette rising above the censer on the couch table.

In the swelling black fog, this slender cigarette looks extraordinarily calm and thin.

　Should I really say it or not, although Miss Feng is sick and perverted, she is still quite emotional hehehehe (perverted laugh
　　Sister Yan: My faithful servant, Xiao Xianzi, if you are kidnapped, just blink, and I will act as if I didn’t see it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)