The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Feng Zhuyue's evil hooked lips were as soft as a cotton candy nestling in Long Canghao's arms, with a smile on her face.

"Cang, tell me, what are they ordered to do?"

Long Canghao held Feng Zhuyue's exquisite little hand as smooth as porcelain specially made for his big palm in his palm, and said with a smile: "They are just ordered to throw their lives."

The gentle words, but the tone is full of arrogance and bloodthirsty.

No matter whose orders they are taking, they will end up throwing their lives here.

Feng Zhuyue giggled.

While speaking, the density of the air suddenly became thinner, like a vacuum in the night sky, making people want to vomit oppressively.

But the two protagonists who were here at this time, as well as the ball who ate the spar and continued to fight for food, the three of them didn't seem to feel any abnormality.

The knife rises and falls, the sword shines and flints, the sword energy bursts out, and the bitter blood permeates the air. The murderous, bloody smell, the thin air converges into a straight line, and this area has been isolated from other worlds.

The blood flies on the long sword, and corpses are scattered all over the grassland. This piece of life is nourished by blood.

The smile on the corner of Feng Zhuyue's mouth became more and more obvious. The struggle of these people before they died, even though they knew that they were not their opponents, they still had to fly moths to the flames, it was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

But these people still uphold the spirit of not shedding the last drop of blood and not giving up, which made Feng Zhuyue feel that these people should not be the people in the world she knew.

These people are dead men.

Took his life.

If the opponent does not die, he will die.A team that must die to stop.

Are these people here to kill her, or to kill Long Canghao?

These bodyguards of Long Canghao's martial arts are very high, at least above the eighth level, and although the few people just now are not as good as Long Canghao's bodyguards, their strength is definitely around the eighth level.

A dozen or so eighth-level characters popped up all at once. Forgive her for being ignorant in the world, and she never knew that an organization could casually produce more than a dozen eighth-level warriors.

So now she can be sure that these people are not here to kill her.

He came to kill Long Canghao.

A stern look flashed from her cold eyes, and the smile on the corner of Feng Zhuyue's mouth became even colder, like a devil in an icy purgatory.

She didn't know that Long Canghao's identity would attract such a huge killer, but judging by his smooth manner, this kind of thing shouldn't have happened only once or twice.

Feng Zhuyue was suddenly curious as to what stage of martial arts Long Canghao had reached that made him so calm at this moment.

After a while, the corpses on the ground were lying on the ground, which made Feng Zhuyue miss that special piece of land in the Demon Forest, because these corpses were too unaesthetic, which affected her mood.

"Cang, let's go! I'm not in the mood to eat."

Long Canghao also didn't want Feng Zhuyue to face such a bloody scene, so he took her hand, and the two of them walked slowly on the grass by the small river, their figures gradually receding into the distance...

And behind them, there was a chubby little thing, shaking and holding in its little paws the plate of grapes that Feng Zhuyue and Long Canghao had just discarded at will.

It has been staring at this plate of grapes for a long time.Hurry up and hold it in your hand, reluctant to throw it away.