After Chu Song calmed down, he opened his mouth to speak, but saw Ying Feiyang's eyes scanning around for signs.

Chu Song saw the female demons around him looking at him in confusion and whispering to each other. Chu Song realized that he had made a mistake and held back his words. Ying Feiyang asked again: "Why did the fire break out? What happened to you in the fire scene?"

Who sealed the meridians? Where is Qin Feng, why couldn't she protect you?"

Chu Song hesitated slightly, bit his lip and said, "It was Sister Qin Feng who succeeded in attacking me."

"Sister Qin Feng succeeded, how is this possible?" After hearing this, the surrounding demons were in an uproar again.

Ying Feiyang frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know either..." Chu Song said confused and aggrieved: "Sister Qin Feng has been reading books with me since noon. It wasn't until just now that I finally made a discovery and hurriedly shared it with Sister Qin Feng, but she said that what I discovered was too great.

It was too late, and then he suddenly stopped me and set the house on fire... Young Master, why did Sister Qin Feng do this? Could it be that he was..."

"Is she the one who set the fire?" Ying Feiyang thought for a moment, then his expression became serious, as if he understood Qin Feng's intention, and stood up to leave before he could say more.

Seeing this, Zhao Ya hurriedly asked: "Sir, what's wrong? Do you need us to accompany you?"

"No need! I can handle it myself. You control the fire here first, and then send Chu Song to rest. I will come back as soon as I go." Ying Feiyang paused, but before he finished speaking, he jumped away.

Ying Feiyang came and went in a hurry, and the other banshees who didn't know the truth felt confused. They all looked at Zhao Ya and said: "Sister Zhao Ya, what should we do?"

"Why bother asking? The master has already given the order, so of course I will do it according to the master's instructions." Zhao Ya said, destroying the magic power, and the surrounding water vapor condensed and turned into butterflies, fluttering their wings and flying towards the fire.

Zhao Ya used all her strength, and with the cooperation of all the banshees, accompanied by the intertwining dance of black ash, sparks and water butterflies, the tongues of fire that were spitting out wantonly were finally defeated and defeated.

It was first burned by fire and then flooded. The beams were already broken, and the overwhelmed house now looked even more shaky.

Zhao Ya looked around and ordered: "Check to see if there are any open flames that have not been extinguished. You patrol the surroundings, and I will go inside to check." After that, Zhao Ya entered the house regardless of the danger.

The house was scorched black, and there were still lingering flames in the cracks in the wall. The light under the corner of the table went out, lingering. But Zhao Ya turned a blind eye to the few open flames and looked around, as if searching for something else.

Until his eyes stopped at the bed, which was less affected by the flames, the furniture was still barely intact, and half of the unburned letter paper was scattered on the floor at the head of the bed.

Seeing the letter, Zhao Ya showed a relieved smile, lifted up her toes and kicked it lightly, then lifted the letter to the open flame.

The letter that Fang escaped was burned again, curled up and deformed under the bright red flames.

The words "My sister Han Fu respectfully" on the letterhead were also swallowed up by the fire, slowly turning into ashes and no longer existing.

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A little further away, there was also a piece of paper that was ashes in the flames. After browsing Ying Feiyang's plan, Xie Anping thoughtfully put the paper with the plan into the light.

The nearly exhausted oil lamp became brighter instantly when fuel was added. The light danced, casting Xie Anping's shadow on the wall.

It also reflected a silent black shadow!

A long whisker-like black shadow slowly grew out from behind Xie Anping, spread, stretched, and silently climbed up the back of Xie Anping's neck towards a most skilled predator.

Then it suddenly tightened and wrapped tightly around Xie Anping's neck!

When Xie Anping woke up, his screams were choked in his throat.

Under the light of the lamp, the true appearance of the black shadow was revealed to be a thorn filled with sharp thorns!

The sharp thorns of thorns pierced into the fair skin mercilessly, leaving traces of blood. Xie Anping struggled instinctively, reaching out to grab the thorns at his neck, desperately trying to pull it away, kicking helplessly, and the table was banged.

Kicked down, the oil lamp whimpered and went out, taking away the last light.

Everything seems to be returning to darkness and silence.

"Mother, what's wrong?" At this moment, Miao'er's voice was heard coming from outside.

"Mother, are you there? Miao'er has come in!" After calling several times and getting no response, Miao'er pushed the door open and entered. The door opened a little, and the light from the burning fire not far away came in, allowing Miao'er to see the dark room.

The scene in the scene made me exclaim in surprise.

Xie Anping's slender neck was almost strangled, and his delicate face became distorted, flushed, and gradually turned purple due to pain.

"Mother, let me help you!" Upon seeing this, Miao'er hurried forward.

But I heard a voice coming from the shadows, "It's none of your business!"

Before he finished speaking, a few more thorns came out, tied Miao'er into a "zongzi" and threw it outside the house.

"Sister Qin Feng! What are you doing..." Miao'er looked at the voice coming out of the shadows and couldn't help but exhale, but before she could finish her words, the thorns had already tied her mouth.

The attacker was Qin Feng, who had a slender figure and a fatal murderous intention hidden in his unfocused beautiful eyes. However, Xie Anping could not care less about being surprised at this time, or in other words, she was not surprised at all.

Instead, he seized the moment when Qin Feng was distracted and took advantage of the branches at his neck to relax slightly. A cold current spread from his Dantian to his hands as he breathed out, and the moisture in the thorns was instantly absorbed.

The extremely cold Qi froze into ice, and the originally soft and tough branches became brittle and hard, and were immediately torn off by Xie An.

As soon as Fu Yi got out of trouble, Xie Anping sat down as if he had escaped, breathing heavily.

"If my memory is correct, in order to stay with the young master, my mistress abandoned her martial arts body when she rebelled against the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Since then, her physique has been worse than that of ordinary people. I don't know when she will practice it again.

With this hand of ice-cold Qi? With this hand, I know that I have found the right person, and it is you who is possessed by the mother Gu." Qin Feng was not in a hurry to pursue, and said as he approached in a leisurely manner.

"Huhu" Xie Anping's breath was smooth, and he said sarcastically: "First kill, and then distinguish the authenticity. If I didn't have this skill, I would be dead just now. Commander Qin is not afraid of killing the wrong person?"

"Well... it's not a big deal." Qin Feng seemed to think about it seriously, and then pretended to be indifferent, "If we kill the right person, everyone will be happy, but if we don't kill the right person, our memories will be destroyed.

If you continue to seize it, it will be almost like dying with everyone else, and you will just die one day earlier than us."

"So, having said all this, can you die more willingly?" Qin Feng said, snapping his fingers.

In an instant, countless thorns sprouted from the beams, walls, and ground, like spears and halberds. They gathered together and stabbed out, stabbing Xie Anping from all directions.

Xie Anping felt the pressure, grabbed it with his empty hand, condensed his energy into ice, and formed a crystal clear ice sword in his hand. At the same time, he swung the sword into a circle, danced airtight, and cut off the thorns that attacked him, but he felt that the thorns were attacking him.

The more he cuts, the more he cuts, endlessly, so he has to keep adding more and more power.

However, one tried his best, and the other was able to handle it with ease. The difference in cultivation level was already clear. After Xie Anping stayed for a long time, he felt that the speed of his breath could not be faster than the growth of thorns. When his breath was insufficient, his inner breath suddenly stagnated, and his hands

He immediately lost his strength, and the ice sword in his hand was knocked away by the thorns.

And Qin Feng smiled slightly, and the thorns moved according to his heart, and started the killing move. The thorns thrust out at the same time, and they wanted to stab Xie Anping, who had lost his weapon and had the door wide open, to make countless bloody holes.

Suddenly, the ice sword that was knocked away turned around in the air as if guided, and pierced towards Qin Feng's door.

The smile on Qin Feng's face suddenly condensed. He turned his head and the sword blade passed by his ear. Several strands of hair were cut off by the sharp blade.

After dodging, Qin Feng suddenly turned around, and saw the door of the room being knocked open by a rapid force. The door panel was knocked open with a "bang", and the sound was faster, the sword was faster, and a figure drove straight in, copying the flying person.

The hilt of the ice sword shook, and dozens of sword energy came out sharply.

A solemn look appeared on Qin Feng's face for the first time, and the thorns attacking Xie Anping also changed direction, retreated and defended, intertwined vertically and horizontally, and attacked with sword energy.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Sword energy and thorns attack each other, and the sound of breaking wind comes and goes, continuously...

And every time there was a blow, the force spread out, and the strong wind stirred up waves of air. The fragile doors and windows kept opening and closing under the impact of the air waves, making a "squeaking" whine.

The room was dark. Miao'er, who was thrown out of the door, tried her best to open her eyes wide and couldn't see the scene clearly. She could only vaguely hear the sound of tables, chairs, tea sets, and utensils being poisoned, toppled, broken, and torn into powder.

The autumn rain that was supposed to have not fallen for several days was accumulated and compressed in the small, dark and lightless room, and fermented and fermented into a raging and violent shower and storm, which vented out, and in the gaps between the open and closed doors and windows,

The cold and sharp sword light that occasionally flashed was the bright lightning that appeared in the violent storm.

"What happened inside? Who was the figure that rushed in just now?" Miao'er, who was tied into a rice dumpling, was confused and jumped closer, trying to see clearly what was going on inside the house.

Suddenly, after the lightning flash, thunder came!

There was a muffled sound like thunder, and air waves burst out carrying thousands of sparks. The door panel was finally overwhelmed and was blown out. Miao'er, who was tightly bound, also lost his center of gravity and was hit by the door panel.

And a spark floated down and landed on the oil lamp that had just fallen to the ground. The lamp oil instantly ignited, and the orange-red flame illuminated the two figures confronting each other in the dark room.

Only half of the thorns around Qin Feng's body were burnt black. With a wave of her sleeves, the remaining thorns retracted into the cracks in the wall and beams, as if they had never appeared.

The ice sword in Ying Feiyang's hand also quickly evaporated and turned into a ball of water vapor, no longer existing.
Chapter completed!