Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 131 Does Your Majesty Like This Seat?

There was a smile on Feng Jin's lips, and he looked calm and relaxed, as if he didn't see the scalding hot tea that was poured on his face, which could almost burn people beyond recognition.

When the tea was only a foot or two away from Feng Jin, Wuming made a move, and slapped the table with his right hand, with powerful force sweeping up, the tea stopped in mid-air as if blocked by an invisible barrier .

Wuming swiped lightly with his right hand, and the tea was swept back by a domineering force, and poured all over the boss's face.

The boss screamed and rolled on the ground non-stop, with blue smoke rising from his face, his whole face became unrecognizable, bloody and bloody, and the sound of scorching skin and flesh made his hair stand on end.

After a while, the boss stopped rolling and lay motionless on the ground. The whole face could no longer be seen as a face, only the dark skull was visible.

And the blue smoke was still curling up above his head, and there was a pungent and choking smell in the air.

Feng Jin walked up to the boss, looked down at the boss's corpse, and smiled coldly, "You actually poisoned the tea, you deserve it!"

A black figure hid behind the stove, watching all this furtively, the nameless figure flashed, grabbed him out, and threw him on the ground.

"Gentlemen, please spare your lives. The small one is just the waiter of the shop. The matter of poisoning is not a small matter. It's all Zong... It's all the boss's idea..."

Although the waiter changed his words quickly, Feng Jin still grasped the key words and said with a sneer, "Zong? Sovereign master? It seems that you have changed a lot of people recently!"

The waiter in the shop trembled and didn't dare to speak anymore, for fear of accidentally missing something.

Feng Jin stopped looking at him, and looked at the whole village with cold eyes. Surrounded by mountains, the village looked peaceful and peaceful, and there was no conflict with the world. Only Feng Jin knew how many people were hiding in the dark and how many people were hiding in the dark along the way. His eyes watched her every move.

There are at least ten people hiding around this small teahouse!

The underground palace of the gate of death is built here, and the people in the village must also be from the gate of death. The so-called tranquility and simplicity are just a disguise.

Even this waiter in the shop might be a relatively powerful character in Dead Gate.

"Go back and tell your sect master that I'm waiting for him here. I want to bet with him on life and death. Ask him if he dares!"

Wuming and Shen Wenqing were startled, and looked at Feng Jin at the same time. She had never told them about the situation of life and death. Wuming wanted to speak, but Feng Jin's deep eyes flashed across his face, making him swallow his words abruptly. if.

The shop waiter rolled his eyes, "What kind of life-and-death situation?"

"The game of life and death, one life and one death, the most craziest and exciting game, I have the guts to gamble with life and death, it depends on whether your sect master has the guts, if he is afraid and hides in the underground palace and cannot come out, then he will be my boss!" Didn't say anything!"

Feng Jin knew that the sect master would definitely agree. He is a lunatic, and the crazier and more exciting the game, the more attractive he was.

The waiter shrank his neck and left.

Feng Jin sat on the bench, waiting for the Sect Master of the Gate of Death to arrive.

The cold wind was cold, and snow particles began to float in the air. In less than half a cup of tea, Feng Jin's cloak was covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and even the crown of his head was covered with a layer of snow.

What she is doing today is men's clothing, with her hair tied up in a crown, brocade clothes and jade belt, and a cloak made of black fox fur. She sits in the wind and snow, with a heroic demeanor.

The time for half a cup of tea passed, but the door owner did not show up.

The time for a cup of tea passed, and the door owner did not show up.

Feng Jin was still sitting in the wind and snow waiting, her long eyelashes were covered with a layer of frost, Wuming held her hand, it was cold to ice.

"Ajin, let's go to the house and warm up by the fire."

Wuming frowned and said, Feng Jin withdrew his hand and smiled slightly, "No need."

She even refused him to warm her hands. Since she wanted to gamble on the game of life and death, she couldn't let her momentum get weaker.

What would it look like if you huddled in the house and warmed yourself by the fire?I'm afraid the head of the sect will look down on her from the bottom of his heart when he sees her appearance of being afraid of the cold.

After two cups of tea, when Feng Jin's cloak was covered with snowflakes, the sect master finally appeared.

Feng Jin was wearing a black cloak, which was dyed white by snowflakes, and the sect master came here wearing a red dress.

Looking at the ground he walked on, Feng Jin's pupils shrank slightly, he really walked on the snow without a trace!
This lightness kung fu, this internal strength is not comparable to Su Wan and Fu Yu.

In the white snow, the door master's red clothes were particularly bright and eye-catching, but what was more obvious was that he was only wearing a thin robe, loosely tied with a belt, revealing a large snow-white chest and delicate white collarbone.

Feng Jin's eyes fell on that piece of chest, and he thought to himself, with the clothes open like this, it would be better not to tie the belt.

The door master floated lightly across from Feng Jin, sitting on the bench with a light figure, separated from Feng Jin by a table.

As soon as he sat down, he stepped on the bench, posing in a lazy and casual posture, his white and slender fingers curled up with strands of blue hair, and his peach blossom eyes looked at Feng Jin with waves like water, "Let's Your Majesty has waited so long, I am really sorry."

Feng Jin didn't seem to notice his winking eyes, her eyes fell on his fair feet, and said calmly, "Walking with bare feet in heavy snow is slower, I can understand that."

Hearing the words, the head of the sect curled his lips into a smile, which was full of flair and charm, and he slowly pulled up the hem of his robe, letting those snow-white feet fall completely in front of Feng Jin's eyes, "Your Majesty Do you think the feet of this seat look good?"

"Whether it looks good or not, I don't know, I don't have a foot fetish, I just think that the sect master doesn't like to wear shoes, and walks around barefoot..."

She paused for a moment, smiled and looked at the door owner, "Isn't it dirty?"

The door master's face was stiff, Feng Jin didn't seem to see his face, and said slowly, "Even if the snow looks so white and spotless, even if the door master can walk on the snow without a trace, I still think it's dirty."

The door master's hand holding the corner of the robe slowly loosened, and the corner of the robe fell down, blocking the pair of snow-white feet.

His fingers were wrapped in strands of black silk, and he played with them one after another. His peach eyes kept glancing at Feng Jin. It has to be said that although he had heard that the empress's beauty was beautiful, he could see it with his own eyes. Look, I realized that the queen's beauty is even more beautiful than the rumors.

It was a bright and dazzling beauty, a noble and elegant beauty, a beauty that was so imposing that people dared not look directly at it.

She has a kind of nobility, domineering, and an aura of looking down on the world, which makes people can't help but bow their heads and bow their heads in admiration.

Just looking at such a queen, the blood in the sect master's whole body is about to boil.

He began to imagine the scene of putting the queen in a birdcage, and he suddenly felt that the birdcage was too simple and unworthy of her dignity and beauty.

Feng Jin didn't know what was going on in his heart, when the sect master was looking at her, she was also looking at the sect master.

This man is so beautiful!
A kind of male and female indisputable, inverting all living beings, a beauty bestowed by the soul, a soft and charming beauty, he has a charming charm to the extreme, especially those eyes, which are more charming and sparkling than women, looking at When you are, it seems that you can take your breath away.

Although his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, the cinnabar between his brows was as bright as blood, and a pair of bright red lips made this man's beauty vivid.

This man likes to wear red, he is very suitable for red, red makes him more enchanting, with a variety of styles, it seems that he can seduce people's souls while walking.

"Your Majesty has been staring at this seat, is this seat beautiful?"

The door master smiled, his eyes slid across Feng Jin's face like water, of course he could see the astonishment in her eyes, it was not in vain that he spent two cups of tea carefully dressing up, covering the blue shadows under his eyes , I also imitated the woman who put some lip balm on the slightly pale lips, making his lips more colorful and redder, and deliberately put on this freshly made red dress.

"The door owner is naturally beautiful."

Feng Jin frankly admitted that she had never seen such a beautiful man, even more beautiful than a woman.

The smile on the door master's lips was even more enchanting, full of charm, and his peach blossom eyes were stuck to Feng Jin's body, and he could hardly get off. He could naturally feel that the head of the secret guard looked at him with murderous eyes, but he didn't care, the fragrance was still there In his hands, the queen will not let others mess around.

"Has Your Majesty seen such a beautiful man?"

Feng Jin shook her head lightly, "No."

The brilliance in the door master's eyes was even brighter, the brilliance was overflowing, and the brilliance flowed. When he smiled, the cinnabar on the center of his brow became redder and brighter, as if he was about to bleed.

He leaned forward, and put his snow-white hand on the table, only an inch or two away from Feng Jin's hand, as if Feng Jin could hook his finger with just one move.

He looked at Feng Jin, bit his red lip lightly with his snow-white teeth, and then slowly let go of his bite marks on his lips, curling his lips into a smile, "Does Your Majesty like me?"

(End of this chapter)