The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 971 Female Shura

On weekdays, when Jun Mohan was by her side, Feng Sujin's whole body would be full of strength.

So at this time, Feng Sujin instinctively looked for her Mr. Jiajun, even if he said his name, it might have strength.

"Mo Han, Mo Han, what should I do? What should I do...I'm so sad, so painful, so painful..."

Maybe Feng Sujin's reciting Jun Mohan's name really worked, as if strength had accumulated in her body.

She tried to go up to her body.

Then at that moment, she really returned to her body.

But at this moment, Ye Ling still left, and many people in the dark pavilion were killed.

Feng Sujin's eyes were bloodthirsty and flushed. At this moment, her aura was completely released, carrying the aura of Shura.

Before, she was immersed in the pain of losing Jun Mohan, and she was isolated from everything outside, as if she couldn't feel any breath from the outside world.

But at this time, she was re-energized by the people in the dark pavilion.

At this moment, she turned her grief into strength, into the breath of killing.

At this moment, Feng Sujin's aura was like Ling Tian.

Many people could feel a cold breath flashing in the air, and the originally clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, just like Feng Sujin's mood.

Suddenly, a gloomy cold wind blew up in the sky. It was originally the season of late autumn, but the wind was blowing like a sandstorm.

The wind rolled up the sand on the ground, which attracted many people's eyes.

Feng Sujin stood in the center of the storm, looking at everything around her coldly.

She looked up at the direction of the city wall, with a bloodthirsty and cold arc at the corner of her mouth.

The moment Feng Sujin fixed her eyes on their direction, she quickly took out the silver needle and shot with both hands...

Like a goddess scattering flowers from the ground, the silver needles flew towards the city wall.

The Musketeers on the city wall were still blinded by the wind, and the first ten or so people were stabbed in the heart of their bodies by silver needles, and they fell directly from the city wall.

Whether the city wall was high or low, the sound of "Bump!" from the dozen or so people broke into meatloaf.

Feng Sujin looked at these scenes with indifferent eyes, as if killing people like this is the most normal.

This is the growth of pain. In the pain, she had to kill calmly.

Similarly, this kind of revenge killing uses blood to pay homage to some hatred.

The last thing they should do is the person who touched her, no, it was her Mr. Jiajun's person.

Her family, Mr. Jun, may really be gone, but she wants to protect his people.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't think about anything.

But now, she was in extreme pain, and her reason was awakened by the people in the secret cabinet. She decided to take revenge, and then go to accompany Mo Han after revenge.

He lives, she lives, he dies, she dies.

She must take revenge, for her Mr. Jiajun.

Feng Sujin was in the wind, her clothes rustled, and she had a poignant aura.

The silver needles in her hand all had silver thread, and Feng Sujin seemed to gather strength again, she pulled out the silver thread, and continued to shoot at the Musketeers.

Because of the cold wind and stormy weather, the Musketeers couldn't see the specific situation on the ground at all.

Moreover, the common people on the ground were stepping and running, completely without direction, very chaotic, they didn't know who was attacking them at all.

Why all of a sudden, one by one disappeared.

Feng Sujin was attacking and killing at the fastest speed.

(End of this chapter)