That day, on the cliffs of the R country, the pain he had suffered more than the current counterfeiter, and he was much more.
And his little goodness. After he was disappeared, how painful she should have during that time.
He is windy, his majesty and dignity, and his power and status cannot be challenged. His beloved woman and family must not be harmed.
Someone dares to betray and challenge, and he will let them pay the price of bleeding, and he will let them know what is the real hell.
"Please ..." Count trembled with his strength. At this time, he only had a panic.
"If I let you go, can I still sit in that position? I haven't made you a thousand knives, even if it is cheap you!"
On the throat.
The cold blade easily opened the Count's throat, and the blood began to decline along his neck.
Count is trembling, distorted, trembling, stiff.
The wind stood up slowly, throwing the silver knife in his hand on the ground, the sharp knife, half of them stood on the floor, stood straight there.
When I walked to the wall of the dense room, the wind stretched a button hidden behind the knife frame. The floor lying on the count suddenly cracked.
When the floor is restarted, except the silver knife and some blood stains on the floor, there is nothing.
The back room returned to calmness, only the faint bloody gas reminded the scene just now.
Turning his head and looking at the door of the secret room, Feng Yan remembered Xia Yanyan, who was still anxiously waiting outside the secret room, and suddenly a gentle smile on his cold handsome face.
In the amber eyes, there is a light full of pets and pity.
He remembered that she once said that he hoped that he would not let the windy knife in the Feng family stained with blood, and he did not want the blood of the counterfeiter to pollute the blade.
Therefore, he uses a small silver knife for the defense of the owner.
Nympho
In the lobby hall, Xia Yu Orange still stood in the place where the door was facing the door.
From Count into the secret room, she stood here, and she had almost never moved.
The wind blows in from outside the hall, the sound of the bell, the prayer ribbon that is made of gold silk and silver woven is lighter with the wind. In the ancient wooden structure hall, the time seems to be solidified.
Listening to the copper ringtone, everything that is immersed in the quietness is like washing the soul of the person, making Xia Yu Orange's irritable anxiety gradually calm down.
This is the place where the Fengjia sacrifice is the most sacred and most mysterious place in the fantasy alliance.
She believes that the dead elders in the Feng family will definitely bless her man from the secret room.
Get up and look at the exquisite blessing ribbons on the head on the head, she closed her hands and put it on her chest. Close her eyes and said in her heart, "Well, I love you, you must return to me well,
Go back to me and Xiaoli. "
The tightly closed secret room door suddenly opened, Xia Yu Orange suddenly heard the sound, quickly opened his eyes, and stared at the door of the secret room tightly.
Her heart beating randomly without controlling "fluttering".
Her body trembled because of extreme tension.
Suddenly, there was a tall figure in her sight. He walked out of the secret room, slightly sideways, and the thin hair hanging in front of the forehead.
Xia Yu Orange covered her mouth, and took a lot of effort and trembled and said: "The weather is really good today!"