Feng Ziqing asked Xia Xuxiao, who was about to die.
Xia Xu, whose face was getting paler and whiter, was full of pain, and asked puzzledly: "When did you see through it?"
Feng Ziqing pointed at the plum wine behind him and asked, "Are you blind? Can't you see that I am frivolous towards her and she doesn't even hide away?"
puff!!
Xia Xu spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. He held his lower abdomen and stumbled back a few steps. He pointed at the plum wine and cursed: "Bitch, you and she are both b!tches! I hate you so much! You will both die a bad death!"
Then he fell to the sky, landed on his back with a thud, and died.
Feng Ziqing shook his head and sighed: "Hey, why do you like to plot against others? Now you are dead. Look, the realm is not bad, but you didn't even leave a name. It's really pitiful."
Phew! Phew!
When the three masked men saw that Xia Xu was dead, they came forward to take revenge with their swords in hand. As soon as they took two steps, they were stabbed through the heart by the alien head, and were strangled one by one in the Wuyun Mansion.
Plum wine rubbed his chest and took two steps forward so that he could get closer to Feng Ziqing. His words just now had sold him out, but it didn't matter. He promised to protect him once. With him here,
You are safe yourself.
But to be safe, it is always right to stay close to him.
Feng Ziqing scanned from right to left and still found a few masked people, and then said: "Brother Xia, stop hiding and come out to chat."
No one answered.
"If you don't come out, I can use my flying sword to greet you."
"No, no, no, no, no, no mercy. Brother Feng's sword shows mercy. Xia is guilty. However, Xia is a puppet and is only following orders. There is nothing you can do about it." The real Xia Xu took off the mask on his face and walked away from behind the masked man.
He came out with an innocent look on his face.
Feng Ziqing looked at Xia Xu, pinched her chin and sighed: "The faces are exactly the same, no wonder they were able to hide it from me for so long."
Xia Xu had a sneer on his face and shrank his head, "Don't dare, I will act as ordered. Xia Wushang is dead, so Xia no longer has to deceive Brother Feng."
The wind calmed down a bit, and it turned out that the real body of the dead person was named Xia Wushang. He was named after him. He died of injuries, but there was no injury at all.
He snorted again, looked at the masked men, and said nothing.
After a sigh, a masked man slowly walked out, took off the cloth, and revealed a face that was exactly the same as plum wine.
She looked at Feng Ziqing and said, "Can we talk?"
Feng Zi nodded lightly, "Of course, otherwise I would have killed you all with just one sword strike."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I, Mei Xunni, am in charge of the CPC Council. In this situation, the little girl will no longer quibble. Dare I ask Mr. Feng, what do you want?"
Feng Ziqing pointed at the plum wine and said, "Listen first to what she has to say."
Mei Xunni looked at Meijiu with murderous intent in her eyes.
Plum wine took a long breath, trying hard to forget the fear she had had towards the person in front of her since childhood, and looked at him quietly.
"Miss, I want to have a normal life. I'm fed up with living in your shadow, so I"
"So you rebelled?" Mei Xunni, who has almost the same body shape and appearance as Meijiu, took over and sneered: "I have tried my best to polish you into being just like me, and your behavior and conversation are all the same.
Needless to say, what it cost you, you know in your heart what it is for. Now, it’s too much for you to completely switch to someone else with such a light word!"
As he spoke, Mei Xunni's tone gradually became angry.
"For what? Hahaha" Meijiu suddenly sneered, she took a step forward, pointed at Mei Xunni and shouted: "Isn't it just so that I can die for you when your life is in danger?
The reason is that no matter when and where I am in danger, you can hide in the safe darkness! I am just a shadow puppet, and I have to bear everything, which is ridiculous!"
Meijiu pointed at Mei Xunni with a slightly trembling arm, a look of anger on her face.
"So, you've always looked at me like this." Mei Xunni didn't feel angry at Meijiu's accusation. On the contrary, she looked a little more lonely.
She raised her head and took a deep breath, slowly walked towards Meijiu, held her trembling hand, and said softly: "Xiaojiu, you misunderstood. We have been living together since childhood. Except for our faces, we have nothing to do with it."
The voice and habits are the same everywhere, and they can be said to be as close as twin sisters.
Do you know why I want to let more and more people die in Jinqiu Hall regardless of the consequences? Until tonight, you see, there are only so many people left to die. Why? Because after revenge,
Completely get rid of the identity of this remnant and live a normal life again, without vendettas or pursuits, living a comfortable and stable life."
Meijiu's expression gradually lost control. She broke free and threw her hand away, while retreating and crying: "I don't believe it! I don't believe you are so good! The four major families of Xuanjing are still there, and the revenge has not been avenged yet!"
Looking at Meijiu who was gradually retreating, Mei Xunni looked sad and shook her head: "Jinqiutang's ability can only be this at best. The four major aristocratic families have deep foundations, and Xuanjing is their home base. How can we repay it?"
I've already looked past this."
"No! I don't believe it! If you say that, then what am I worth today? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
Meijiu was still talking as he backed away, already some distance away from Feng Ziqing.
Regarding the scene just now, even Xia Xu, who thought he was as smart as his previous master, was a little confused. What was going on?
As for Xia Xu's former master, he was naturally the deceased Xia Wushang. Since everyone died, he naturally became his predecessor.
Feng Ziqing, who was standing aside, had changed his posture to holding the sword with his left hand and resting the palm of his right hand on it, flapping it from time to time. In his heart, he had an urge to take melon seeds from the square inch object.
“Small wine”
Mei Xunni stretched out her hand and took a few steps forward with a painful look on her face. She was only a few steps away from Feng Ziqing, while Meijiu was still retreating slowly, with an expression that shouldn't be like this.
A gust of wind blew, stirring up the murderous intention in his heart.