Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 302 Last Words (2)
Resting his chin lazily with his right palm, and sticking his left palm on the table, he tapped Xuanyuan Yan on the table with his index finger, blinked his black eyes at Ye Yi Fengmei and said, "Do you think that person would die if he didn't want to get depressed? , how should I do it?"

After listening to Xuanyuanyan's words, Ye Yifeng snorted coldly, and squeezed out the two words of gloom from his lips: "Take it hard."

"That is to say..." Xuanyuan Yan, who spoke elongatedly, raised his handsome eyebrows lightly and said, "If the sect master refuses to part with love and weeping blood, and I can't bear to die from slump in the end, then I can only use the sect master to give me the money." This method of mine is to forcefully grab the weeping blood flower?"

As soon as Xuanyuanyan's words fell, the cold and evil spirit in his eyes was suppressed, and Ye Yifeng's face was stained with a smile again, and he opened his lips and said, "I also have a question, would like to ask your Excellency?"

The left palm attached to the table spread out quickly in front of Ye Yifeng. Xuanyuanyan smiled thinly and said, "I don't dare to ask for advice. Just ask the sect master, and I will know everything."

"If there is a person who owns a very precious thing. Suddenly one day, that person learns that someone is going to come to snatch his very precious thing. Once he loses his very precious thing, that person will also be sad, day and night. sleep, and eventually die of stagnation. Then..."

Ye Yifeng, who spoke elongatedly, looked at Xuanyuanyan with his head slightly tilted, and asked with a smile word by word: "What do you think, if that person doesn't want to die in depression because of the loss of his love, what should he do?" How about doing it?"

After listening to Ye Yifeng's words, Xuanyuanyan's thin lips outlined a voluptuous arc, and he replied with a smirk in his voice, "Do your best to keep things."

"That is to say... If Your Excellency wants to snatch my Weeping Blood Flower, and I don't want to end up dying of stagnation, I can only use the method Your Excellency taught me to try my best to keep the Weeping Blood Flower? "

After finishing speaking, Ye Yifeng, who hung his head down, stretched out his white fingertips to the rosewood tabletop, and the mouth of the blue and white porcelain teacup he was drinking before slowly circled.

As soon as Ye Yifeng finished speaking, Shangguan Ningyue, who had left his seat, returned to his seat with a bunch of flowers in his arms.

It turned out that what Shangguan Ningyue said before was too full to drink tea, and she had to exercise to keep her muscles and bones active—that was to go to the left wall of the study room and pick the pots of ceramic flower pots of different heights, which were in full bloom. flowers.

Shangguan Ningyue, who sat down on the green bamboo chair, didn't look at Xuanyuanyan or Ye Yifeng with her jade eyes.

After gently placing the handful of flowers in her arms, with long flower stalks supporting emerald green leaves, delicately embellished with delicate petals, on the table, Shangguan Ningyue's head drooped , Concentrating on weaving the garland.

She glanced at her in amazement. Shangguan Ningyue, who was quietly weaving the wreath, couldn't help muttering in Ye Yifeng's heart: What the hell is this short man in blue doing?At such a tense moment, he...he actually spends his time weaving wreaths leisurely?
Xuanyuan Yan didn't go to look at Shangguan Ningyue, because he knew very well why Shangguan Ningyue went to pick flowers, then sat down with a large bunch of flowers, and concentrated on weaving the wreath.

The ink eyes were still looking at Ye Yifeng's Xuanyuanyan, and the thin lips with a smile slowly overflowed: "If I don't get the Weeping Blood Flower, I will be frowning and sleepless day and night. If the sect master loses the Weeping Blood Flower, the same will happen." I will be frowning and sleepless day and night. According to this... I and the sect master are destined to have one person who will eventually die of depression?"

Ye Yifeng took his gaze away from examining Shangguan Ningyue, and his eyes once again fixed on Xuanyuanyan's face, and he opened his lips and replied: "The ending does not necessarily mean death due to depression, there is a more likely death." Law?"

It seemed that one palm dragging his chin was too tiring, so that his left elbow also touched the table. After the left and right palms supported his chin at the same time, Xuanyuanyan blinked his black eyes and said, "Would you like to hear more about it?"

"If you try to snatch the Weeping Blood Flower, the Gate of Life and Death will spare no effort to keep the Weeping Blood Flower. Therefore, the greater possibility is not that you died of stagnation, but that you killed me in the process of grabbing the Weeping Blood Flower .Or...the Gate of Life and Death killed you in the process of protecting the Weeping Blood Flower."

Ye Yifeng opened his lips and finished his words slowly. With a finger that circled the mouth of the cup, he made a sudden force, causing the originally complete blue and white porcelain teacup to be split in two from the middle, and the broken pieces lay on the table. .

"Sect master, the probability of this kind of death you mentioned is extremely small." Ignoring Ye Yifeng's action of cracking the teacup with his fingers, Xuanyuan Yan looked at Ye Yifeng with a smile and said, "I'm not very proficient in killing people. He is good at killing chickens. Therefore, in the process of grabbing the Weeping Blood Flower, I will definitely not kill the sect master."

"This sect master is like you. He is not very proficient in killing, but is better at killing chickens. However, the subordinates of this sect master are just the opposite. They don't know anything about killing chickens, but they are very good at killing people."

Arms crossed swiftly, Ye Yifeng retracted the elegant smile in his eyes, and said word by word: "Therefore, in the process of trying to protect the Weeping Blood Flower, if your Excellency will not kill the sect master, then your Excellency They will definitely be killed by the subordinates of the sect master.”

Xuanyuanyan and Ye Yifeng had a conversation, and pointed to the busy Shangguan Ningyue, seemingly not hearing it at all.

Shangguan Ningyue, with her head lowered, was still concentrating on weaving the wreath, as if she had been completely immersed in the world of wreath weaving, as if anything that happened outside had nothing to do with her.

His gaze jumped over Ye Yifeng's head, and his eyes casually swept across Ye Yifeng's back, the wall hung with Danqing ink paintings, Xuanyuanyan opened his lips and said, "That means...you are going to live, and I'm doomed."

"Come out!" Although Ye Yifeng didn't answer Xuanyuanyan's words directly, the three words that overflowed from his lips gave Xuanyuanyan a very positive answer.

Because, as soon as Ye Yifeng finished speaking, the wall behind him with the ink painting on it was pulled apart suddenly, and ten middle-aged men in black clothes shot out like sharp arrows. .

The wall that was torn apart quickly closed again. The moment the wall was closed, ten middle-aged men in black clothes stood behind Ye Yifeng lined up.

Ten middle-aged men in black clothes, each holding an extremely sharp long sword in their hands.

In the flickering of the crimson candle flame, a strong sense of anger poured out from the icy tip of the sharp long sword, and the icy tip of the sharp long sword pointed at Shangguan Ningyue and Xuanyuan Yan in unison.

"What did I say... sect master, I haven't finished weaving my wreath yet, can you let ten of your subordinates take a moment to die?"

(End of this chapter)