Although there is no way to communicate with it and understand its thoughts at any time, she can understand its emotions more simply and clearly than before. In the past, she could not determine whether it would leave or stay. Now, even if it does not say anything, she can still

I feel it and it stays somewhere in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Knowing that it was not in the mood to talk, Feng Shu didn't force it and just crossed his legs to practice his internal strength.

At midnight, there was the sound of fighting outside. She got up, opened the window a little, and looked out.

They were all men in cloaks, two groups fighting each other.

Her first reaction was strange. These people were obviously coming for her, but looking at the murderous intent, they obviously wanted to kill her, but they did not use weapons with great destructive power. Instead, they fought naked and failed in their hands.

They were just cold weapons such as knives and sticks. No one brought guns or mechas.

After watching for a few seconds, she realized that the small group of people were the ones protecting her, and the leader was none other than Deacon Yun.

I don't know if they all belong to the confidants of Su Yihang, the pavilion master. This wave of people sent to protect her are quite skilled. They can still deal with the number of people that is almost three times their size with ease.

Probably because he was afraid that she would be foolish and rush out, the guard guarding the window noticed her opening the window and immediately warned her, "Miss, don't come out."

"Um."

Feng Shu was still hiding in the darkness, watching the fight outside expressionlessly.

The people who came to kill her were well-trained and had good attack and defense. Although Deacon Yun's group of people were obviously more skilled, it was not easy to seriously injure the opponent immediately and win due to the shortage of numbers.

"It's fun to watch, why don't you come out?"

Mengmeng ignored her. She didn't know whether she didn't hear her or was pretending to be asleep. The little black spot stayed quietly in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Shu vaguely "saw" the little black dot. Seeing no movement, she stopped teasing it. Instead, she suddenly remembered that she and Hongmeng had also formed a contract, but she seemed to have never sensed Hongmeng's existence.

What color will the dots be?

Thinking of Hongmeng, she suddenly smiled. It was probably either black, white, gray, or gold. It couldn't be red, green, or yellow.

"Miss, be careful!"

In the darkness, something was coming towards her very fast.

Feng Shu didn't dare to pick it up with his hands. Instead, he picked up the stool and used his strength to chop it over.

There was a loud "bang" and smoke spread.

At the same time, with an order, "Evacuate!" the attackers quickly disappeared.

"Miss, are you okay?"

Someone swooped over and anxiously opened the window and jumped in.

Feng Shu let the person get closer, and when the person reached out to break her neck, the flower stalk in her hand was inserted into the person's heart.

"you……"

Realizing that something was wrong, Deacon Yun came later and said, "Miss!"

"It's over?"

"yes."

Feng Shu closed the window, turned on the light, and picked up the cloak from the corpse.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

"Search and see."

Deacon Yun obeyed the instructions, squatted down, and groped along the dead body with his hands, ignoring the eyes that were fixed on him, and his gaze always rested on the flower stalk outside the chest.

"What's there?"

"No. The killer is well-trained and will definitely not leave anything that clearly indicates his identity."

Butler Yun took out an instrument, like the light screen Feng Shu had seen, and scanned the dead body.

"Miss, how did you do it?"

After the prickly flower stem was inserted into the heart, it was instantly shattered, so the corpse lying on the ground now had a shattered heart, just like the dregs of soy milk left during filtering.

"What?"

"Use the flower stalk to kill people neatly."

Deacon Yun raised his head, and Feng Shu looked down at her and saw her eyes.

Round, like a child's eyes, full of curiosity.

"This is called clean and tidy? Don't you have more ways to kill people? When killing people on the street, there is no sloppiness at all."

Feng Shu knew that even if his identity was found out, he probably wouldn't tell her clearly and would report to Su Yihang instead, so he withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to take the body away. He didn't bother to change rooms and just turned off the lights and went to sleep.

.

"Are you sure that she didn't have the slightest bit of panic on her expression at that time?"

"Yes, Pavilion Master, no."

"Peduncle kills people?"

"Yes, it should be picked up casually and used as a weapon. My subordinates tried it and couldn't do it. It can be scratched, but it must be inserted instantly, and the heart of the opponent should be injured by shattering the flower stem, so as to

Unless you are a master, it is impossible to kill someone."

"Are you sure she didn't use mental power?"

"No. There is no trace of strange spiritual power left on the body."

"Well, that's interesting. It seems that this young lady really has a lot of background." Su Yihang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Follow her. No need to test again. Next time if there are any miscreants who dare to offend, just do it directly

Kill, don't let anyone get close to attack again."

"Pavilion Master, you don't know her identity? Is it better to continue testing? This is your assessment year."

"It doesn't matter, just do as you do."

"But, I always feel that this person is a bit weird. Before, you and Mr. Zhuang both looked..."

"Xiaoyun, be obedient."

"yes."

Deacon Yun drooped and stopped communicating.

"What did the tomboy say?"

Zhuang Dun endured and endured, and finally waited until Su Yihang terminated contact.

Su Yihang smiled slightly, "Our lady seems to be quite capable, isn't it interesting?"

I don't know how long it took, but Guan Jiu, who was in a daze, felt very uncomfortable.

It was like someone was smashing something with a hammer nearby. The sound of "dang-dang-dang-dang" echoed in her mind, giving her a splitting headache and nausea.

The hell in the legend is indeed terrifying and makes people feel uncomfortable.

She was so painful that she wanted to curl up, but for some reason, her whole body seemed to be imprisoned and she couldn't move at all.

She couldn't open her eyes, but because she was fussing so much, she finally vomited it out. Then she felt that her face was covered with the vomit, as if something sticky had stuck to her skin, and it didn't taste good at all.

smell.

She should feel sick. But Guan Jiu's first reaction was strange. She had been hungry all day, how could she still vomit up?

Oh, no, she should be dead. Why is she still in so much pain? Why is she still dizzy and vomiting?

Before she could think clearly, a more intense pain swept through her mind, like a flood, submerging her completely.

When Guan Jiu woke up, his eyes were straight.

She just seemed to be riding a high-speed aircraft, browsing a person's life at high speed?

The girl in white clothes in front of her was dripping with blood. She had a very delicate oval face with raised eyebrows. Her eyes that should have been full of gentleness were ferocious. She looked like the most ferocious star beast in Emma's mouth, which could be swallowed in one bite.
Chapter completed!