I Draw Red Envelopes in All Worlds

With a wave of his hand, the seal on Tian Ze and others was lifted.

"You people only have hatred left, and you will surely die. I pulled her out. From now on, it will have nothing to do with you. Let's go."

Chen Feng is extremely domineering and cannot be refused.

Tian Ze was silent. In fact, he didn't hate Yanling Ji. The moment the other party was willing to change his life, he knew that this girl always remembered the kindness that he took away from the ruins.

You are really useless, and let your subordinates try to save yourself.

He got up from the ground dejectedly and left alone.

The three Kings of Poison looked at Yan Lingji with complicated expressions and left reluctantly.

"Young Master, thank you." Yan Lingji looked at Chen Feng sadly, this man still cared about her, otherwise he wouldn't do it.

"I don't want to have this day either." Chen Feng hugged Yan Lingji and regretted not killing Tian Ze sooner.

He muttered about the greed of people's hearts, and the desire for power of a person whose heart was corrupted by hatred.

"Fortunately, everything is over, and you won't have much to do with them in the future."

Chen Feng murmured.

Over the night, many changes have taken place in the calm one.

Bai Yifei acted alone, and the news of his death has not yet come back.

Tian Ze took people back to Xinzheng to continue their revenge plan.

Yan Lingji adjusted herself, prepared breakfast for Chen Feng, and handed it over gently.

"Young master, the death of Marquis in Blood Clothes, our Xuan Ming and Ye Mu have completely broken apart, aren't you worried?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "What happened last night, do you know what I understand?"

Yan Lingji tilted her head and said with a chuckle, "Young master likes to let people guess."

"Also, there were a lot of things last night, and it's hard for you to guess. I'm talking about my killing Bai Yifei. It made me understand that in this world I want to kill whoever I want, and no one can stop it."

Chen Feng was a little bored and said: "With the assistance of space shuttle, in this world, I seem to be number one in the world."

Yan Lingji stared at the man in front of her in amazement, thinking of that elusive body technique and powerful frontal fighting ability, to a certain extent, this young man is indeed unmatched.

Even the number of people, in front of him, can use the shuttle space to escape, only take the head of the enemy general, and then leave calmly.

"Why, don't you believe me?" Chen Feng played with his taste.

"I believe that there are not many people in the world who can do the means of the son." Yanling Ji Meimou said, "Does the son want to kill Ji Wuye directly?"

"It can be done."

Chen Feng said proudly, "As long as you give me a chance, I can kill him, but this is not the best choice. Once I kill him, the whole world will be afraid of me. You know what the consequences will be."

"Those who are afraid of you will send an army to destroy Xuanming at all costs, and we will all die." Yan Lingji frowned, this is the danger of being too strong.

"Ji Wuye wouldn't be so confident in Xiang Bai Yifei that he broke into my Xuanming headquarters alone, and this time Bai Yifei died, people in the night would definitely not dare to approach my Xuanming headquarters again, and we still had to use conventional means to solve him, such as his army."

Chen Feng's eyes are deep. As the master of Xuan Ming, he should not fight alone. This time killing Bai Yifei is in his home field, so he can say anything.

In someone else's home court, once the net and the master of the night are combined, and countless bows and arrows are aimed at him, even if he has many methods, it will be dangerous.

147 Threat

"My son seems to have a plan."

Yan Lingji likes a man who is domineering and strategic in front of her. She obviously has a lot of strength, but she will not be self-righteous.

"My son Han Fei and I are friends. Ji Wuye is so powerful now that he is afraid of the Korean royal family. Someone will deal with him soon."

Chen Feng wins the ticket.

"You now pass on something to Ji Wuye."

"what?"

"Bai Yifei's ashes."

"The son is good or bad."

"I've got worse."

"Well, sir, don't."

……

"General, Xuan Ming has sent a jar."

It was night, and the people of Hundred Birds brought something to Ji Wuye.

"What is it?" Ji Wuye frowned, Xuan Ming still dared to send something at this time, he must have no good intentions.

"Yes... ashes." Vulture's face was a little uncomfortable.

"Ashes?"

The general scolded the bad luck, "What does this mean, provocation?"

"General, there is a note inside, I haven't read it yet."

The vulture shook the note out with internal force and landed on the table.

After opening, the above content made the pupils of the two shrink.

"The blood-clad prince will eventually become bones and be buried thickly."

A few simple words, but they made their hearts jump, and some couldn't believe it.

This ashes, is it difficult...

Their scalps were numb, and with Bai Yifei's strength, how could they have died.

Ji Wuye was irritable, and hurriedly said: "Go to Xueyibao and ask, where is Bai Yifei?"

"Yes."

After the vulture left, Ji Wuye looked at the ashes, his face changing constantly.

"Report, a mysterious master sent two swords."

Suddenly, someone rushed to report.

When Ji Wuye saw two swords, one black and one white, he could not help but take a half step back because of his state of mind, completely shocked.

He knew these two swords and had seen them more than once.

It is the sword of the bloody lord!

At this moment, the matching sword appears, the owner is not there, and there is a jar of white bones next to it.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and this time he was really frightened.

"Xuan Ming!"

"Xuan Ming!"

He muttered to himself and couldn't help scolding: "Damn Xuanming!"

His chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and he was about to explode!

The dignified Bloody Marquis, one of the four murderous generals under his command, and the most powerful Bai Yifei, actually died like this?

The sword is in the man.

Even the sword is no longer in the hands, and the possibility of Bai Yifei being alive is too small.

Crackling!

There was a shattering sound in the room, and Ji Wuye, who was angry, smashed everything he could see.

He hates it.

Bai Yifei died, like breaking his arm.

It hurts so much!

After venting for a long time, Ji Wuye's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he began to calm down.

"How could this bastard be killed, is it because of Tian Ze?"

Ji Wuye clenched his fists, his bones rattling.

"Who will do it? It's unlikely that several Yan Jun and Ghost King appeared in Xuan Ming. Could it be..."

His eyes shrank suddenly, and he said with great fear: "This Lord of Xuanming is so terrifying, who else we have to fight alone is his opponent."

"Report, General, I found a note in Snow Clothes Fort."

Paper again.

The general's eyelids twitched, obviously suppressing his anger.

"The Marquis in Bloody Clothes, the Emerald Tiger on the Stone, the Banshee in the Blue Sea, and the Clothes under the Moon."

Among them, the blood-robed Hou was painted with a stroke.

It means death!

"Dare to threaten this general!"

The blue veins burst out on the general's forehead, and the force exploded in his hand, and the note instantly shattered.

Xuan Ming was too arrogant, using the names of his four murderous generals to threaten him in turn.

Once he shoots, kill the next one.

Emerald Tiger?

Ji Wuye's eyes widened, trembling violently.

He is doing intense mental activity.

Anger made him want to immediately send an army to destroy Xuan Ming.

Reason tells him not to be impulsive, once his subordinates are dealt with, he will fall into a dangerous situation.