No, the source of this luck was the ghost-faced man behind him who was forced to have nowhere to retreat!
Wei Yanran's hands were trembling, and she took out the white jade flute from her arms. She had just returned from Wuyang Palace. This jade flute, which could bring her everything, she always carried it close to her body and did not dare to let it leave her.
The moment Feng Lianyi took out the jade flute, the way he looked at her changed obviously. The deep purple seemed to shake, like broken starlight.
Huang Beiyue was also startled for a moment. She didn't know why, but a strange feeling suddenly flashed through her heart.
When the sad and melodious tune sounded in the air, the cold and frightening murderous aura that originally filled Feng Lianyi's side slowly dissipated.
That voice penetrated into my heart, and it seemed that it could really resolve everything.
"That jade flute..." The moment Princess Yingye saw Wei Yanran taking out the jade flute, she was a little stunned. When she took a closer look at the jade flute, she wanted to speak loudly.
But before she finished speaking, Bei Yue stopped her with a look, preventing her from continuing.
Princess Yingye didn't understand why, but Beiyue wouldn't let her talk, so she stopped talking.
However, her shout still startled Wei Yanran. When her hands trembled, the tune changed and she could no longer play.
Feng Lianyi's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He glanced at Wei Yanran with some confusion, then raised his hand and waved lightly, and the Shura City masters surrounding him began to retreat.
"You will fall into my hands one day. The next time we meet, you won't have such good luck." Feng Lianyi stared at her ferocious ghost mask, his voice was low and cold.
"In front of His Majesty, my luck seems to have always been good." Huang Beiyue raised her lips and smiled. The first time I had the help of the flame monster, and the second time I had Wei Yanran as a hostage.
Every time the danger was saved, it seemed that God really did not treat her badly.
Feng Lianyi's expression darkened instantly. With such a stunning face, even if it showed the ferocity of murder, it could still confuse people's hearts.
I'm afraid that even if he wants to kill someone now, there will be people willing to wait for him to kill him!
Huang Beiyue removed the barrier around Princess Yingye and asked her to come to him. Then she continued to hold Wei Yanran hostage and left slowly.
Feng Lianyi stared at them, that ghost-faced man, he would never let her go!
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and heavy snow fell from the sky. The snow was so heavy that even the vision was blurred.
The figures of Huang Beiyue and others slowly disappeared into the heavy snow.
However, soon, the heavy snow stopped. In the open space in front of them, Princess Yingye and the ghost-faced man were no longer there. Only Wei Yanran was huddled in the snow, like a wounded little beast.
Feng Lianyi glanced at her, then turned around and told the people in Shura City: "The whole city is searching for her. She is injured and can't run away!"
"Yes!" Flame Heart Lion saw that this was a good opportunity to perform meritorious service and get revenge, so he immediately led the people there.
"Beiyue, you are seriously injured, please rest for a while!" The whistling wind blew past my ears, and the ice spirit bird was flying high in the sky, no one could see it.
Although she had escaped, Huang Beiyue was still wary of her surroundings and unwilling to deal with her wounds.
"No, let's go back immediately." She said stubbornly. After taking off her mask, she pursed her lips tightly. "He must have sent someone to chase us now. If we stop, we will definitely be caught!"
