The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 692 He Wants To Kill Him
Obviously, Leng Wuyou noticed that the eyes of several people had become wrong, and those hidden eyes swept over her unscrupulously, her face turned cold, and before she could do anything, Jun Moyuan stretched out his hand to wrench Over her face, the wide sleeves drooped, covering her alluring face, he turned sideways and directly brought Leng Wuyou to his lap.

Leng Wuyou's pupils shrank, subconsciously wanting to resist, with so many people watching, does she want to show her image.

Regardless of Leng Wuyou's resistance, Jun Moyuan reached out and patted her little butt, Leng Wuyou froze for a moment, and gave him a hard look, but Jun Moyuan directly took Leng Wuyou's eyes as the little girl's love for her. He winked at him, looking cheerful and very useful.

It's just that when his eyes swept over those people in the hall, he seemed to be a different person in an instant. He looked around coldly, and the icy breath instantly dispersed, and everyone who was directly pressed was trembling. I couldn't breathe well, and I didn't dare to have any other thoughts at all.

Especially those few people with dark eyes, they didn't dare to breathe, they just felt their throats tightened, as if they would be dragged into the endless hell in the next second.

For a while, the atmosphere in the hall was a bit depressed, only the sound of gnawing the spirit fruit rang in everyone's ears, but it seemed to rang in their hearts.

This oppressive atmosphere made Chu Xinghe feel a little uncomfortable, especially when Jun Moyuan's eyes collided with his in the air, he clearly caught the cold killing intent inside.

His heart sank suddenly, and his soul trembled a little.

He wanted to kill him, no, to be precise, he wanted to kill everyone except the boy in red in his arms.

It's just that this kind of killing intent towards the group they were with was obviously much less than towards them, perhaps because those people had something to do with this young master Leng.

In the hall, the cold air continued to spread, as if there were poisonous snakes wrapped around his body, climbed up his neck, and strangled him fiercely, making him difficult to breathe. He couldn't help coughing lightly, his eyes followed Like a convulsion, he kept wanting to wink at Leng Wuyou.

It's a pity that Leng Wuyou was only facing the back of his head at this time, no matter how crazy he winked, Leng Wuyou still couldn't see it, after all she didn't have spiritual consciousness, and naturally she didn't have eyes on her back.

Seeing this, Chu Xinghe was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He didn't know why he was stared at by Jun Moyuan, so he couldn't say a word. Some horror.

After a while, seeing Jun Moyuan's gaze lowered to look at the person in his arms, his eyes lit up, his lips twitched and he was about to speak, but Jun Moyuan raised his head leisurely, his eyes wide open. Cool and cool, his words just got stuck in his throat, choking him into a crazy cough.

Leng Wuyou, who was addicted to eating spiritual fruit, turned her head casually, just in time to see Chu Xinghe, whose face was flushed from coughing. Leave the dove slaughter banquet to others, and then go back to rest early. Of course, if you are not at ease, Master Chu can explain the important things about the dove slaughter banquet, and you can leave the other less important ones to you. others."

Leng Wuyou's voice was obviously very cold and calm, but her exit directly broke the gloomy atmosphere, making Chu Xinghe feel like crying, and at the same time, the icy breath that climbed up his neck like a poisonous snake disappeared instantly. , even the feeling of suffocation was gone, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and gave Leng Wuyou a savior look very vaguely, then he straightened his body, "Thank you, Mr. Leng, I just I accidentally choked on it, and it’s all right now.”

Leng Wuyou glanced at him again, choking?
(End of this chapter)