Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 383 Ah Jin, I'm Back

Hot blood spurted out and sprayed on the man's face, washing away the makeup on his face, revealing that gloomy face, it was Master Mu.

It turned out that he was disguised as a walking corpse and hid among those walking corpses, no wonder Feng Jin couldn't find him.

Feng Jin felt a pain in his chest, and was about to fight back, but felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be removed all of a sudden, and all the ghostly energy shrank back as if frightened, no matter how Feng Jin forced him, he would not stand up for her Used.

Master Mu slapped her on the shoulder and sent her flying, hitting the ground like a kite with a broken string.

General Wang and the deputy leader wanted to rescue Feng Jin, but they were surrounded by countless walking corpses, unable to escape.

"Do you know what was painted on the dagger? It's a good thing!"

Master Mu walked up to Feng Jin, looked at the weak Feng Jin, and said sinisterly, with a smug smile on his face, "The last time I fought against you, you broke my corpse control technique, I've been thinking How to deal with you, suppress you, I finally found a way."

"Whether it is mystical art or yin and yang art, you and I are both taking the yin and evil route, so what I am most afraid of is the most rigid, righteous and yang thing. Peach wood can restrain evil. I have used it for more than 1000 years, and it is about to grow Refined mahogany, take the part that gets the most sun, grind it into powder, add black dog bones, grind it into powder, and apply it on this dagger, tsk tsk tsk, even if I get a little bit of this thing, it will be terrible .”

Blood was still coming out of her chest, staining her clothes red. Feng Jin's body can repair itself, mostly relying on the huge energy contained in the ghost energy in her body. Now that the ghost energy has been suppressed, the wound shows no signs of healing.

She didn't even have the strength to stand up, she could only watch the smug smile on Master Mu's face.

"You probably practice some kind of ghost-swallowing technique. Others can't see the ghost that you just sucked into your body, but I can see it clearly. I didn't expect the female emperor of Dazhou to practice such a sinister thing. , if people in the world know about it, they will probably regard you as a monster, right?"

Feng Jin stared at him with fire-breathing eyes. The angrier she was, the more proud Master Mu was. He looked down at Feng Jin and said, like a gossiping woman, "Look at you, your hair It's all white, like a ghost, it looks older than this master, I heard that Her Majesty is only this year, but she is so old, this master is over sixty years old, how is it? Your Majesty, do you want to learn how to rejuvenate from this master? "

"You harvest yin to replenish yang, and you have killed so many innocent girls, there will never be a good end!"

Feng Jin gritted her teeth and said, every word seemed to be forced out from between her teeth. Master Mu laughed wildly, "I didn't end well? Da Zhou is about to die, and my young master is about to sit on the dragon chair. I am the teacher of the state, and it is Her Majesty, the Queen, and the royal family of the Great Zhou that will not end well! We will return to you ten times and a hundred times what the rebels of the Great Zhou did to the Dayan royal family back then!"

"For the sake of the throne, if you lure the Huns into the customs and wolves into the house, you will be scolded by the world!"

Speaking urgently, Feng Jin couldn't stop coughing, and under the excitement, the wound on his chest that was pierced by the dagger was bleeding more violently.

"Those disobedient untouchables, who is afraid of them? If you dare to let the master hear bad words, the master will arrest them and make medicine!"

Master Mu said arrogantly, Feng Jin's eyes flashed quickly, and suddenly he jumped up with all his strength, and slapped Master Mu's Tianling Gai with his palm.

Just when she was about to hit a blow, the situation changed suddenly. Master Mu made a sudden move, grabbed Feng Jin by the neck, and lifted her up like a puppet on a string.

The air in Feng Jin's lungs was squeezed to the point that there was not much left, her pale face turned livid, she desperately grabbed the back of Master Mu's hand, thinking back then, she was always the one who pinched other people's necks, when would it be someone else's turn to pinch her neck?

Feng Jin was angry and furious, and her nails scratched the back of Master Mu's hand. She tried her best to inject a wisp of extremely cold ghost energy into Master Mu's body. Her limbs and bones were swept away, Master Mu shook violently, and threw Feng Jin away. Feng Jin flew upside down uncontrollably and flew towards the camp of the Huns. She wanted luck and spiritual power to control her body, However, it was useless, the ghost energy was suppressed by the thousand-year-old peach wood powder, and it dared not come out at all.

There was a sound of hoofbeats, thousands of troops rushed from behind like a tide, and they were about to fall to the ground, trampled by the horses of the Huns cavalry, Feng Jin had already foreseen his own end, even if he did not die, his legs would be trampled. The bones and waist are bulging, and the fetus in the womb, if one is not careful, will be trampled by horseshoes.

Feng Jin subconsciously protected her stomach, fell helplessly, and waited for that moment to come.

Just when she was about to fall to the ground, a powerful airflow came from behind, lifted her up, and suspended her firmly in mid-air.

Just when Feng Jin was very surprised, a gust of wind hit her from behind, and she fell into a hot and familiar embrace. Feng Jin's body froze at first, and then softened into water in his embrace. .

Seeing that unshaven, haggard, but unable to hide handsome and profound face, Feng Jin's restless heart instantly became peaceful, as if he had found a strong and powerful support that he would never abandon.

"Ajin, I'm back."

The nameless voice was hoarse, like a strong wind blowing over gravel, it wasn't very pleasant to hear, but it made her panic-stricken heart instantly calm and warm when it was heard in Feng Jin's ears.

She looked at Wuming, and wanted to say a thousand words to him, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything, and she could only choke up and say, "Just come back."

Just come back.

Come back, better than anything.

Wuming looked at her white hair and bloodshot eyes, which were even more red. He didn't ask anything, but hugged her tightly, rubbing his face against her cheek affectionately.

Thousands of troops and horses whizzed by, and there were roars and roars of fighting, one after another, but he couldn't see or hear anything, and she was the only one in his eyes, heart and ears.

Feng Jin suddenly thought of someone, and tightly grasped Wuming's arm, "Master Mu! Don't let him escape!"

Wuming raised his eyes and saw Master Mu fleeing to the edge of the battlefield quickly. Wuming pulled out his long sword and threw it at Master Mu. It hit the back of his heart, and blood gushed out. Master Mu's body swayed and fell down. It hit the ground heavily, sending dust flying.

Qi Che's voice came from a distance, "Brothers, kill!"

Prince Mag shouted loudly for the Huns to retreat, and the horses roared past, shaking the ground.

Feng Jin wanted to see how the battle was going, Wuming hugged her up, "I'll send you back first."

"But the battle is not over yet..."

"With Qi Che and General Liu, with them around, you don't have to worry."

Seeing what Feng Jin wanted to say, Wuming directly interrupted her, and said without refusal, "Stop talking, I'll send you back to treat the wound."

I don't know if it was Feng Jin's illusion, but Wuming became more domineering and his aura was much stronger. Feng Jin's heart moved, "How heavy are you now?"

"The sixth level."

Feng Jin was shocked, "Why so fast? When you and I separated, you were only the fourth weight, and now it's only been four months."

"When I was in the territory of the Huns, I was promoted to the fifth level. There was no progress, but when I came back with my troops, I saw you with white hair and being beaten by Master Mu. My heart hurts and I have been stuck on the level. It broke right away."

He paused, and his voice became soft and deep, "It seems that every time you have an accident, I will make a breakthrough under my heartache, Ajin, Ajin, if this is the case, I would rather stay in the sixth level all the time than want you to have an accident .”

His voice became sad, his red eyes were covered with mist, Feng Jin stretched out his hand, and gently stroked his cheek, "Wu Ming, I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry."

Wuming turned his face away, avoiding Feng Jin's touch, and after a while, he turned his face around, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were even redder, as if tears had been wiped clean by him.

She was bad, very bad, and he knew it.

His heart was going to be broken, his chest was like a volcano that was erupting more and more thin, resentment, pain, sadness, self-blame, heartache, all emotions were backlogged in his heart, desperately pressing on the volcano In the depths, those emotions had been squeezed to the crater, and he wanted to vent, but he knew he couldn't.

Even if your heart is pierced by a knife, you have to put on a nonchalant look on your face, lest she worry or feel sad.

(End of this chapter)