Black belly princess, please come to bed

Hongxiu and Xiaoxiang have always only obeyed Fenghua's instructions, and when they had no doubts, they immediately drew out their short knives and rushed over when they heard her orders.

Zhao Yue suddenly had two more helpers, which made him feel a lot easier.

It's not too difficult for three people to fight against these twenty or so people, and several people were killed in a short time.

Suddenly, an assassin attacked this side, trying to kill the silver-faced young man who was sitting here like a grandpa.

"Ah..." The assassin who was attacking head on fell to the ground, he was strangled to death by the silver thread in the hands of the silver-masked young man before he could get within three feet of the silver-masked young man.

Fenghua suddenly gasped, what is this silver thread made of?It's so powerful?

I still remember that he used this silver thread to lift her veil just now, and she didn't see clearly what was in his hand at that time.

"Ah..." Fenghua was caught off guard, and was suddenly dragged in front of him by the silver-faced young man. She turned over and was dragged off his shoulders.

"Listen well, Mr. Zhao and I are just friends. It's not as disgusting as you think." A girl's family actually has such obscene thoughts. I don't know where she can tell that he and Mr. Zhao are dead.

Fenghua was startled, half-believing, and asked: "You don't like men?"

"do not like."

It seems to be serious, not deliberately sloppy.

Fenghua saw that someone stabbed her with a sword again, and just wanted to dodge, but the silver-faced young man pushed her away rudely first.

The silver-masked young man's thin, almost invisible silver thread is like a poisonous snake in his hands, whoever is entangled will be unlucky, and the neck will tighten, and he will die.

Fenghua admired the power displayed by this silver thread, which should only appear in martial arts novels, so he couldn't help but said: "Young master, can you teach me your unique skill as well."

"My martial arts will not be passed on to the outside world." The silver-faced young man seemed to refuse.

"Oh? Then what do we have to do to spread the word?" Fenghua felt a little itchy, and really wanted to try how he could kill someone with just a single thread.

"Take my last name." He said four words coldly.

It means to marry him and follow his surname, but this is impossible.

Fenghua was stunned, and then stopped talking, since everyone said it clearly enough, what else could she say.

The ancients were stingy, and a broken martial arts was passed on inside but not outside.

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Fenghua looked up, in a flash, many assassins died under his silver thread.

The other party probably didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful, someone gave a low shout: Withdraw.

The rest of the dozens of people flew outwards as many as they could, scrambling to meet them.

ah!The killing became tragic because of these people's desire to escape.

A person who wanted to escape was dragged back by the silver thread in the hands of the silver-masked young man, and the figure flew directly in front of him and fell to the ground.

ah!The sound of bones breaking.

The silver-masked young man actually stepped on the man's arm, and his man was still sitting there motionless as before.

Absolutely, ruthlessly, quickly!

"Say, who sent you here." The silver-faced young man interrogated.

Suddenly, the man's slightly distorted face drooped, and blood flowed from his mouth.

Fenghua stepped forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's head, checked it, and said: "He has already taken poison in his mouth."

"It's a dead man." The silver-faced young man said without any surprise.

-

The room was filled with the smell of blood, and for a moment, there was no one alive here.

"Master Zhao, someone wants to kill you, so it's not a good thing to marry you!" Fenghua turned around and asked Zhao Yue.

"Miss, I was killed because of you!" Zhao Yue looked at her tenderly.

"Nonsense, what does the person you offend have anything to do with me..." Feng Hua's eyes were full of sarcasm, what did Mr. Zhao mean by saying that.