Feng Xiaoxun glanced at the short knife, staring at Fang Xiyan without blinking, and suddenly smiled softly: "Do you want to kill me?" His voice was light, but he had a faint sharpness.

Fang Xiyan was staring at him and felt a little furious. She suddenly moved her eyes away and said coldly: "Good and evil are incompatible, I should kill you!"

"Good and evil are incompatible..." Feng Xiaoxun repeated a little, but laughed again and slowly uttered three words: "Are you willing to give up?"

Fang Xiyan's hand holding the knife tightened slightly, her fingertips faintly turned white, and she sneered: "What's there to be reluctant to let go? Feng Xiaoxun, I tell you, I've had enough of you!" With a little force on her palm, the tip of the knife penetrated into the flesh, and a trace of blood winded down from the edge of the blade.

Feng Xiaoxun's face remained unchanged, with only a pair of eyes deeper, making people almost unable to see through the emotions inside: "Have you had enough of me? What have I done? Am I not good enough to you? I am not obedient enough?"

Fang Xiyan was suffocated: "You are really good to me. But you want to treat someone else well. I am just her substitute... Also, although you seem to be nice to me, you seal my spiritual power and tie me to your side like raising a canary..."

After restraining him, she could finally truly relax her heart and express her dissatisfaction!

"So... I actually give you this feeling, what else can I do? Tell me out any dissatisfaction in your heart!" Feng Xiaoxun was very calm, his voice was very stable, as if he was not the one who was being restrained, and the one who was holding it in his neck was not a murderous weapon.

Fang Xiyan was stunned for a moment and snorted coldly: "Also, I hate your cruelty and incompetence. Killing people is like mowing grass..." A bloody scene flashed in front of me, and my heart felt cold again.

Feng Xiaoxun laughed, looking like he didn't care: "Killing someone is like mowing grass? Is it okay to kill such a person?"

Fang Xiyan's fingers tightened: "It's not worth killing eight people in three days? You were a murderer in our era!" And he used such a cruel method and should have been a gun long ago!

Feng Xiaoxun sighed: "Even if killing eight people in three days is to mow grass, then I once destroyed a city in one day. Well, there are always more than 200,000 people, so what?" He felt that he had been very compassionate these days, almost put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha on his own. Unexpectedly, he was criticized by this girl angrily..."

Fang Xiyan's face changed slightly, and she gritted her teeth: "It seems that Bai Tofu and the others did not wrong you. You are indeed a murderer!"

Feng Xiaoxun narrowed his eyes slightly: "White Tofu?!"

His eyes flashed lightly on the wine pot: "Then he gave you the demon-removing santhemum in the wine?"

A sentence was shocked, and Fang Xiyan's pretty face turned pale: "You - do you know there is something strange in the wine?"

He actually saw it!

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Chapter completed!