Chapter 694 My woman is not something you can touch
"Song Yunfeng, I finally know that calling you a beast is an insult to the word beast!" Ning Xinjing gritted her teeth and cursed. This man has a good skin, but his heart is so dirty and perverted that it is indescribable.
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"I've almost said what needs to be said. Now, it's time to start implementing my perfect plan." Song Yunfeng spat out these words softly, and then extended his palm towards Ning Xinjing from afar.
Song Yunfeng's palm was very white, like a woman's hand. He just stretched out his hand, and his body began to slowly float towards Ning Xinjing. His speed was very slow, but Ning Xinjing was a few meters away.
, but suddenly found that she could not move at all, and could only watch helplessly as Song Yunfeng approached her at an extremely slow speed.
This was like slow motion in a movie, but it put great pressure on Ning Xinjing. She desperately tried to break free, but she soon discovered that no matter what she did, it had no effect. In fact, she couldn't even
I can't even speak anymore.
"Now, do you understand?" Song Yunfeng slowly approached Ning Xinjing and spoke again: "Whether it was twelve years ago or now, in front of me, you are still so weak.
You were destined the moment you were born, and you can never change it."
Although Song Yunfeng's speed was very slow, the distance between him and Ning Xinjing was not far after all. After a few minutes, his hand was finally less than a foot away from Ning Xinjing. At this moment, Song Yunfeng suddenly accelerated his speed.
His right hand probed towards Ning Xinjing's chest like lightning, and Ning Xinjing's extremely eye-catching and towering part seemed to be Song Yunfeng's target!
For a moment, Ning Xinjing was so anxious that she wanted to cut Song Yunfeng's body into thousands of pieces, and she also wanted to hit her head first to death rather than suffer such an insult. However, she still couldn't move or do anything.
But just when Song Yunfeng was about to touch her, Ning Xinjing suddenly noticed that Song Yunfeng's hateful and ugly face suddenly retreated at a fast speed, and almost at the same time, she felt her waist tighten, and there was a familiar smell of a man.
, and also penetrated her nostrils at the same time.
Subconsciously turning her head, Ning Xinjing saw a familiar face. Although not particularly handsome, it looked extremely comfortable. And at this moment, this face made her even more...
A different kind of security. The previous feelings of resentment, sadness, nervousness, etc. seemed to suddenly disappear at this moment. In an instant, she regained a kind of calmness, a kind of calmness that could not change her expression even if the mountain collapsed.
"My woman is not something you can touch." A faint voice sounded at this time.
At this moment, Song Yunfeng's originally confident and even smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, as if he was eating top-notch delicacies but suddenly ate a fly.
Looking at the visitor coldly, more than ten seconds later, a smile suddenly appeared on Song Yunfeng's face. He was very happy and satisfied. His voice was still full of magnetism: "You must be Tang Jin, right?"
The person who came was naturally Tang Jin. He glanced at Song Yunfeng, then turned to look at Ning Xinjing who was held in his arms, and asked: "Is this the idiot who caused you to get a knife on your face?"
"That's him." Ning Xinjing nodded lightly, "His name is Song Yunfeng, Qianlong's earliest divine dragon messenger, and he is also the core disciple of the Song family in the capital."
Tang Jin immediately understood why Ning Xinjing had been unable to take revenge after joining the Dark Sword for more than ten years. Because with Song Yunfeng's identity, I am afraid that even if Jian Hen personally took action, there would be nothing he could do.
"Only in the early stages of foundation building?" Song Yunfeng spoke again, "Li Yuntian can actually die in your hands. It is really not a pity to die for such a waste."
"Do you want to know how he died?" Tang Jin finally looked at Song Yunfeng, "Then come with me!"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Jin hugged Ning Xinjing and ran forward quickly.
Song Yunfeng smiled faintly and followed him calmly. Obviously, he didn't take Tang Jin seriously at all. In his eyes, Ning Xinjing was still his treasure.
As night fell, two black shadows quickly shuttled over the capital, one behind the other, heading straight out of the city.
Tang Jin did not use teleportation, so his speed was naturally not very fast. Song Yunfeng, who had been following behind without any effort, naturally felt that he had a chance to win.
And when Tang Jin finally stopped, they were already on top of the Great Wall.
The cold wind howled, but Tang Jin's voice still came out clearly: "Two years ago, Li Yuntian died here. Since you are all divine dragon messengers, I will find the same burial place for you.
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"Is it just you?" Song Yunfeng's tone was full of disdain, "Tang Jin, with your pitiful cultivation, you actually want to kill me? If I didn't want you to see Ning Xinjing tenderly melting under me
Cheng Huan, you are a dead person now."
"Do you know? Just what you said just now has already announced your death." Tang Jin said unhurriedly, then turned to look at Ning Xinjing, "If I kill him, will you blame me?"
Ning Xinjing shook her head gently: "Although I want to kill him with my own hands, I know that I can't do it. So, if you can help me kill this creature that is worse than a beast, I will still be grateful to you."
"Well, do you really want to kill him with your own hands?" Tang Jin looked at Ning Xinjing seriously, "If you really want to, then I will make your wish come true."
"I have always wanted to kill him with my own hands and use his head to pay tribute to my parents. However, this is too difficult. He is a member of the Immortal Sect, and I am just an ancient warrior. I will never be able to step into the Immortal Sect.
, let alone kill him." Ning Xinjing whispered, her tone a little helpless and unwilling. It was a pity for her that she could not kill her enemy with her own hands.
"I promise, you will kill him with your own hands." Tang Jin said slowly.
"As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, Tang Jin, this sentence really suits you." Song Yunfeng shook his head and sighed, "I really want to know, why are you so confident that you can let Ning Xinjing kill me?"
"Do you dare to make a bet?" Tang Jin looked at Song Yunfeng and asked lazily.
"How to bet?" Song Yunfeng asked calmly.
"It's very simple. I bet that during the Qingming Festival in more than two months, Xinjing will kill you with her own hands, and then place your head in front of her parents' grave." Tang Jin said calmly: "How about it?
Do you dare to bet?"
A mocking smile appeared on Song Yunfeng's face: "Tang Jin, do you think I will be fooled by such a simple delaying strategy?"
"So you don't dare to gamble?" Tang Jin looked contemptuous.