The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 268 Strong Measures (1)

The two looked at each other for a while, and the man slowly let go of the woman's hand.

A strong hatred flashed across the woman's eyes, and with the whip in her hand, she threw it towards Feng Qingcheng with a strong flame.

Facing her head, he slashed over without mercy.

With that posture, it seemed that there was a sea of ​​blood between her and Feng Qingcheng.

That kind of strength must kill Feng Qingcheng...

There was a trace of coldness in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.

Just now, she clearly caught the woman's back trembling when she struck.

He was afraid of her and hated her, so he had to kill her.

Who are these two people?

Feng Qingcheng watched the whip fall, she didn't dodge or dodge, she stood where she was, and even parted her lips into a smile.

When the man saw Feng Qingcheng's smile, his whole body trembled, that deadly chill... came again.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, and a soft sigh escaped from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, when the long whip was about to fall on Feng Qingcheng's body, the purple barrier that suddenly spread around her blocked the whip back.

The woman was so hard and hurt so badly.

There was a sound of "Pa--", the pain that pierced into the bones...of course it was not on Feng Qingcheng's body.

"what--"

With a shriek, Kazuki's birds were frightened away—the man opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there is understanding and heartache, but there is no hatred.

A layer of strangeness floated in Feng Qingcheng's heart, she just felt that this couple was extremely strange.

She had no idea what was going on.

"King..." The strange yet familiar title stimulated every sense of Feng Qingcheng.

King... seems to be a very long history, but it shouldn't be forgotten, Feng Qingcheng is still engraved in the bottom of my heart.

Her pink lips parted slightly, and her voice contained layers of coldness.

"who are you?"

She was talking about you, not you.

Obviously, Feng Qingcheng had her own guesses in mind.

"You're so smart," the man said in a low voice, "you should have figured it out a bit."

Several small light spheres were condensed in his hands, healing the woman's wounds.

Feng Qingcheng witnessed the interaction between the two, her peach blossom eyes were extremely deep.

Under the sunlight, the black pupils glowed a dark purple that was hard to detect.

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips subconsciously, and clenched her slender fingers.

"You are from..." The answer...

"21st century." It's about to come out.

There is a deep hatred for her...that is what she did to them badly.

She is a killer, all she can do is kill.

She... killed these two people...

It was Bai Xi before, and she also came from the 21st century.So these two people...

It should be - two of King's fifteen murder cases!
Which one... She didn't know.

Exploring eyes flicked back and forth between the two, Feng Qingcheng's expression was cold: "What's your name?"

"My name is Xu Qingfeng, and her name is Yin Ruo."

"Xiao Ruo and I are husband and wife."

This point, needless to say, Feng Qingcheng also understands.

She even wanted to know which of the fifteen consecutive murder cases these two belonged to.

Xu Qingfeng had healed Yin Ruo almost, and then slowly got up, ignoring Yin Ruo's hateful eyes, and bowed to Feng Qingcheng.

He curled the corners of his lips with a warm expression: "Xiao Ruo and I are a pair of fake brothers and sisters in the 21st century."

Pseudo... brothers and sisters...

What is it... so heavy...

(End of this chapter)