Eternal Love

  Chapter 141 Assault (3)

  A little bit of time, the atmosphere becomes weird and tense. Generally speaking, whoever loses his breath first and compromises first means surrendering. Then what kind of situation will develop in this situation? Win or lose, in one fell swoop!

  Zhao Ziheng suddenly closed his eyes and opened it after a moment, showing that he can no longer wait: "I want to take her away."

  Zhao Ziheng's words were straightforward. It sounded as if the matter between Feng Qinghan and the Evangelion had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even put the Evil Spirit's previous words in his eyes.

The Phantom was stunned, as if he did not expect that Zhao Ziheng would say this suddenly. He cast his eyes to the cold wind, the wind was cold and the wind was light and the clouds were light, and he didn't mind at all. How could the Phantom not know, from the beginning to the end, from the wind and cold. Beginning with Zhao Ziheng's appearance at the same time, Zhao Ziheng’s attitude towards Feng Qinghan can be said to be unheard of by the Phantom. At the same time, Feng Qinghan’s reaction was far beyond her expectation. The Phantom was vaguely aware that there seemed to be something between the two. Kind of relationship? From what we know, Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan don't have much contact, so what is the relationship between the two? The Phantom couldn't guess... Suddenly, when the Phantom thought of Can Yun last night, she was even more unable to guess.

  Want to return, the magical spirit still smiled and pointedly said: "Then you want to take her away like this?"

  Zhao Ziheng knew that the phantom was referring to the chains on Yinyin's body. Of course he knew that it was inconvenient to take Yinyin away, so he said: "Those chains are not ordinary chains, right?"

  The Phantom was stunned again, but it doesn’t feel strange if you think about it. After all, what kind of character is Zhao Ziheng? Knowing is also a matter of course, but... the chain that binds Yinyin is not common. It is very rare and no matter what, few people know it. From the manufacturing of materials to the success of the creation, the complexity and time are unimaginable, and the wind will be cold. Knowing that there is no doubt at all.

  Ignoring the phantom’s astonishment, Zhao Ziheng said indifferently: "Let’s talk about it, how can I be willing to hand over the key?"

  The corners of the Phantom’s lips twitched a little. She adjusted her inner impulse very hard, and said with a strong smile: "You don't seem to understand what I said before?"

  This time it was replaced by Zhao Ziheng with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. He said: "That has nothing to do with me, let alone..."

When the words were normal, Zhao Ziheng paused suddenly, and the magical spirit's heart tightened, as if he was very alert to Zhao Ziheng's next words. To be precise, the magical spirit found that he could not ignore any sentence of Zhao Ziheng, because every word of him It is likely to bring her unexpected shock.

  Zhao Ziheng turned his gaze to Feng Qinghan suddenly, and after only a moment, he turned his gaze back to the phantom, and said: "That's what you said, and I didn't agree."

  For a time, the Phantom didn’t seem to understand what Zhao Ziheng meant. No matter how he heard it, it was a blatant provocation. Under this situation? The Phantom looked at Zhao Ziheng blankly, obviously unable to believe it, could Zhao Ziheng have the confidence to advance and retreat freely in this situation? The Phantom thought of Zhao Ziheng's expression when he called out the killer she was lying in ambush. There was no tension or wavering. If the wind was cold, the Phantom would not be surprised, but Zhao Ziheng... did he underestimate him too much? The Phantom thought so.

  "Then, do you think it is possible to escape from here? Take her!" Huan Lingqiang suppressed the shaking in his heart, reminding Zhao Ziheng to carefully observe his reaction.

  Zhao Ziheng did not respond to this, but smiled coldly.

  At this time, Feng Qinghan habitually opened the folding fan in his hand, faced Zhao Ziheng, and said, "Brother Zhao said that he was right with me."

  Feng Qinghan’s words made the phantom instantly feel a chill in her back. She looked back and forth on Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan, and found that the two of them did not seem to be talking big words. Why are they still so confident in this situation? Didn't they forget their situation? No, this is obviously impossible, so why?

  Thousands of reasons suddenly ignited in the Phantom’s heart. She didn’t understand what Feng Qinghan was thinking, or she still underestimated him? And Zhao Ziheng, why can he be so confident? Is it because he believes that he can retreat in this situation? But where does his confidence come from? Because his skill is not inferior to the wind and cold? This is absolutely impossible. Even the Phantom herself, she still can't help but know the strength of Feng Qinghan, how would Zhao Ziheng know? At this moment, the magical spirit only feels that neither Feng Qinghan nor Zhao Ziheng can be underestimated, and that they can be calm and calm in the face of danger alone. This is not because of their own mentality and self-control, but their experience and... ability!

Time went by little by little in the confusion of the phantom, facing two people like Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng, the phantom was speechless at all, because she knew that they were not people who could be shaken by words, not just words. Even the situation and occasion are the same. What should she do when facing such two people? What can I do to stay away from chaos when I am at an advantage?

"Did you hand over the key yourself, or did we take it yourself?" Feng Qinghan shook the folding fan in his hand. This was purely a habitual action, and he spoke the lines unhurriedly, looking at the scene of the drama. A perfect arc was revealed, and the smile seemed magical and illusory, which made people trance.

  The words have reached this point, and the meaning couldn’t be clearer. This is Feng Qinghan’s ultimatum to the phantom...