The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

The world is collapsing, and the sky is being destroyed, which is what Feimo feels in his heart at this moment.

Does it hurt?

It doesn't hurt.

Already numb.

heartbroken?

will not.

It has already been broken into petals, and there is no more to be broken.

He raised his head and looked at the blue sky, but in his amber eyes, he could only see a piece of gray.

Heh... how ridiculous.He has seen the mist for ten years, but what he sees now is black.

With a faint salty taste in his mouth, Feimo wiped the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief embroidered with a crisp bamboo.

A touch of scarlet appeared on the clean white handkerchief.

Fei Mo's amber eyes darkened, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Heh...does it really hurt so much? I love you so much, but I still underestimate your position in my heart."

Fei Mo leaned weakly against the trunk of a big tree next to him, closed his beautiful amber eyes, and his chest heaved violently, not because of this point of vomiting blood, but because of heartache.

Suddenly, Fei Mo felt that there was a person pressing towards him, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the beautiful amber eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent.

In an instant, a man in a black cloak appeared in front of him.

"Feimo, how about we make a deal?"

Fei Mo still leaned loosely on the big tree, but his eyes were still staring at him coldly.

"What qualifications do you have to negotiate terms with me?"

The tone was full of arrogance, as if the voice came from the cold hell, making people afraid to look directly at it.

However, the corner of the mouth of the face under the cloak is slightly raised. That's right, it is this kind of aura, and only this kind of character is qualified to deal with Long Canghao.

"I don't negotiate terms with you. I just help you get what you want, and you help me get what I want. We depend on each other and use each other."

Having said that, Feimo felt much better. He is a proud person, and he would not allow others to negotiate terms with him, because this is a threat in disguise.

And what he disliked the most was being threatened.

She lazily put the handkerchief in her pocket and put it away.

"Say."

One syllable, plain and simple.

"You like Mo Zhuyue, I will help you snatch her away from Long Canghao. And what I want is Long Canghao's life."

Fei Mo raised his eyebrows: "This answer sounds good."

The face under the cloak beamed with joy: "So, you agreed."

Feimo curled his lips: "Did I say yes?" Immediately, his eyes became cold: "I don't need to cooperate with you if I want to get her. Long Canghao, I want to kill him, it's easy."

The man in the cloak was stunned by Fei Mo's arrogance, and his face was as ugly as dead gray.

If it weren't for Feimo's usefulness, if he couldn't beat Feimo himself, he would really have to fight Feimo to his death.

"You think Long Canghao is so easy to deal with. Your strength is really powerful. I also admit that I can't beat you, but you may not be able to beat Long Canghao. What's more, he still has the Yazi sword in his hand. Are you his opponent? , weigh yourself."

Feimo narrowed his eyes dangerously: "You can't even beat me, even if I can't beat Long Canghao, what can you do?"

The implication is that the man in the cloak is nothing more than a useless person.She also wanted to speak wild words in front of him.

The cloak was so masculine that it was about to explode, and he was also one of the three holy masters of Tianxing Hall.