Evil Phoenix Nitian: It’s a bit busy to torture the scum with bare hands

Chapter 288 Go to Hell Together
  Even if he was going to die, he would drag him to hell with him.

Seeing that Feng Yiming still refused to let go, Huo Yang felt anxious, so he punched harder.

Punch after punch, he hit Feng Yiming hard on the back. Each punch felt like it was going to crush his entire soul and knock him out of his body. The pain penetrated deep into his bones and eventually became numb.

There was blood gushing out from his mouth and flowing down the river, but he ignored it and tightened his grip on Huo Yang's throat without letting go. Instead, it got tighter and tighter.

Huo Yang felt anxious, and when he saw Feng Yiming's blood-red eyes, filled with the hope of perishing together, he felt scared for the first time in his life. When his hand slowly moved down, when the tentacle touched a hard object, Immediately I was overjoyed, I pulled it out, and with a flash of cold light, I aimed at Feng Yiming's back and stabbed it away.

After this sword blow, no matter how lucky Feng Yiming was, he still wouldn't be dead.

Feeling a chill on his back and a sudden stinging pain on the ground, Feng Yiming moved his agile body, and there was a soft "sizzle" sound, and the sound of the cold dagger cutting through the flesh was heard. At the same time, he let go of Huo Yang's neck and held it with his backhand. Huo Yang stabbed his dagger.

Blood poured out drop by drop, instantly staining the ground red.

"Haha...ahem...ha! Feng Yiming, it's you now, go to hell!" After taking a breath, Huo Yang coughed a few times, and couldn't wait to stab Feng Yiming with the dagger. Go, bloodthirsty madness flashes across his brows and eyes.

This is a bloody competition, and whoever is ruthless can kill the other person.

"what……"

Feng Yiming suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed. The hand holding the dagger squeezed hard, and there was a "choking" sound. Ignoring the bright red blood flowing from the cut palm, he twisted the dagger in Huo Yang's hand with his bare hands. The murderous intent was immediately apparent in his eyes, and he held the twisted blade and cut his throat with his backhand...

At such a close distance, Huo Yang could not avoid it. His eyes suddenly shot out. It was the first time he felt that the God of Death was so close to him. He was so frightened that he screamed: "Young Master, help..."

Little Lord? who?

Just when everyone was wondering, a sudden strong wind blew up, flying sand and rocks. Before anyone had time to react, the fierce whirlwind swept directly towards Feng Yiming and the others.

But even so, knowing that if he was hit by that whirlwind, he would definitely die, but Feng Yiming still didn't care, and cut the blade at Huo Yang's throat without stopping for a moment. Even if he died, he would definitely hold Huo Yang on his back. Even coming could not save him.

"Miss, take care..." An inaudible sigh escaped from his lips. While Feng Yiming cut Huo Yang's throat, he glanced at Feng Chuqi with nostalgia, and then when the whirlwind hit, He closed his eyes in despair.

"boom……"

A knife cut Huo Yang's throat, and warm blood splashed onto his face and body. Feng Yiming, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, suddenly felt something was wrong, because the expected pain and death did not come, but instead a strong wind stirred up the two strong men. The intersecting impulses cut people's skin in pain. He opened his eyes with a "swipe". When that small but tenacious figure that made people feel extremely reassuring broke into his eyes, his nose suddenly sore, and a wet unknown liquid rushed into his eyes, making his My heart was filled with excitement: "Little... miss..."

If the young lady hadn't stood in front of him and received the thunder blow, I'm afraid he would have been killed immediately before he cut Huo Yang's throat, right?

After the strong wind dissipated, everyone saw a young man wearing a dazzling fire-colored gauze dress suddenly appearing in front of everyone.

I saw that the young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His black hair was dancing in the wind, and his face was looming under the cover of his hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

When another gust of breeze blew, gently blowing away the hair covering his eyes and face, a cold but extremely handsome face suddenly appeared in front of everyone. There was a sound of gasping, and the eyes of the women around him suddenly lit up. , countless red hearts sprouted out, and they were thrown towards the fire-clothed boy, hoping that he would turn his eyes to look at them, so that even if they died immediately, this life would be worth it!

But the young man in fire clothes didn't seem to realize it. A pair of beautiful water-like eyes looked straight at Feng Chuqi. The wind was blowing on his sleeves. His slender white hands held a fan. The corners of his mouth were lightly hooked. His beautiful eyes were like water. The first part of the words was a smile, it was okay to say it was romantic, it was okay to say it was frivolous, it was just his damn uncle who was so charming.

Looking at the handsome young man in fire clothes who suddenly appeared, Feng Chuqi's eyes also flashed with surprise, but it was nothing more than intrusion, because she could see very clearly that there was a hint of sinister hidden under that impeccable face. The vulture and the terrifying murderous aura are as beautiful as blooming an extremely enchanting poison. There is a faint evil spirit flowing in those extremely beautiful dark eyes. If you look closely, there is a sinister determination that makes people shudder. Like the abyss of hell.

"Are you Feng Chuqi?"

The corners of her lips as thin as a blade were slightly raised into a faint smile, and her voice was damn beautiful. However, the beautiful pupils emit a cold light that is extremely inconsistent with the smile on the face, as if mocking the indifferent bystanders in this world, and also like a lost elf wandering alone... It makes people feel pity, but they can't help it from the bottom of their hearts. Han Che's heart... It was a face that was obviously unfamiliar, but from his eyebrows, Feng Chuqi felt damn familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before? Confusing her.

Looking at the young man, the uneasiness in Feng Chu No. 7 slowly emerged, gradually expanded, kept spinning and could not be calmed down for a long time.

Who is he?
  Just now Huo Yang shouted: Young Master, help? So? He is the young master of the Huo family?
  Feng Chuqi's heart trembled, and she looked in disbelief at the beautiful young man in fire clothes... Could it be that the young man in fire clothes in front of him was the second son Huo Xi that Huo Jingyun said when he asked her to marry his son? ?

If that's the case, then no wonder he feels so damn familiar! He and Zui are brothers, and their appearance is comparable to that of Zui. Now that I look closely, whether it is the eyebrows or the eyes, they are indeed very similar to Zui!

If you think about it carefully, Huo Jingyun may not actually look that amazing! Why are all the children he gave birth to so stunningly beautiful?
  Especially Huo Liuzui and Huo Xi, they were so beautiful that women would be jealous. If they faced this face every day, it would be impossible for them to live!

Fortunately, she's not bad looking, otherwise she wouldn't have the courage to look at Zui's face every day!
  Thinking of Zui, Feng Chuqi's heart suddenly softened, but thinking about how the people of the Huo family treated Zui, she didn't have a good impression of the people of the Huo family, so facing Huo Xi, who was also astonishingly beautiful, she even The trace of surprise has all faded away!

"Are you Huo Xi?"

(End of this chapter)