The emperor ran away, the female supporting role died again

Chapter 62

"Oh?" Murong Yan deliberately dragged his voice, "Seize Taoquan? But I'm worried that if you fail to do so, you'll be thrown into meatloaf instead."

Thinking of the scene just now, Murong Yan laughed again.

This Feng Qiqi, regardless of his background, appearance, knowledge and knowledge, is first-class, but it is such a young master who has everything prepared when he was born, but he is born with a funny attribute.It was only after the conversation just now that Murong Yan knew that Feng Shiqi had already made up his mind about Taoquan after all these years, but the four guards of the Lan family were all very capable, and it was his first time getting close to Taoquan today. .

He thought that if he found Taoquan, he could have the divine water in this world, so he took off his clothes impatiently and wanted to go down and try the divine water to bathe.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into him.

When he saw it, he just put it off, he had to get dressed quickly and nothing happened later, but he just thought that Murong Yan would run away if he stayed there naked.

Hey, Murong Yan shook his head, saying that this person's brain really doesn't match his age and appearance.

"Hey, what are you laughing at, girl, you just shake your head and laugh again." Feng Shiqi had an intuition that Murong Yan was slandering him.

"Then I'll nod and laugh, you don't mind, naked boy, hahahaha..."

"you……"

"Seventeen." Second Uncle Lan interrupted Feng Shiqi who was about to start a fight, put down Murong Yan's hand and stood up with a serious and vigilant expression.

Jian Shi Murong Yan also stood up, "What's wrong, Second Uncle?"

"Something is coming, and it's very powerful." The spirit sword that Second Uncle had already put out was waiting for that thing to show up.

Feng Shiqi knew that his uncle was not an ordinary person, seeing him so nervous now, the opponent must be very powerful, so he immediately put out his spirit sword to prepare for the battle.

After a while, a shadow appeared in the sky breaking through the restriction of the Lan clan.

The ancient prohibition of the Lan tribe, if there is no human and beast equivalent to the high-level spiritual power of the fairy body, it is impossible to rush in.

However, with just a few strokes, the shadow was forced to punch a hole.

With the appearance of that shadow, a gust of gloomy wind suddenly rose around Taoquan.

This Orchid Valley has always been warm and windy for 2000 years, so the overcast wind here is extremely cold and bone-piercing.

Murong Yan couldn't help shivering, and was even more worried about what it was.

When the shadow fell to the ground, she was terrified, "Chasing the wind!"

Although the figure of that thing is virtual, she still has some impression of that face and clothes. This person is Murong Yun's grandmother Zhui Feng.

"Hmph, little girl, I can't imagine that I still recognize my old body." The words that Zhuifeng said seemed to come from the underworld.

At this moment, Murong Yan felt very familiar with Zhui Feng's dark eyes. In the original owner's memory, he had seen her several times, and Zhui Feng always looked at Murong Yan with such eyes.

Murong Yan had an intuition that the resurrection of Zhui Feng was aimed at her.

However, Zhuifeng is the patriarch of a big clan, and she is just a spiritual waste of Murong Mansion, and the original owner has never offended Zhuifeng.

Why did Zhuifeng want her to die?

Is there anything in her that Zhuifeng cares about or fears?

"Why do you have to kill me?"

"Hmph, brat, you can only blame yourself for your bad luck. You were born to be our enemy, so you must die!"

"You mean, if I'm here, you may disappear into this world after chasing home?" Although Murong Yan didn't know what Zhuifeng meant by fate, she could already conclude that there must be something on her body that could Put the whole family to death.

"Hmph," Zhuifeng snorted coldly, "It depends on whether you survive to that day!"

After Zhuifeng finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense, and his whole body was covered in black mist, attacking Murongyan.

"Monster, don't hurt my lord!" Second Uncle Lan blocked it, and Feng Shiqi also joined the battle.

Of course, just when Murong Yan thought that Second Uncle Lan would start a battle with that Zhuifeng.

Behind her, there was a more powerful cold and murderous aura attacking her.

This time, once he was recruited, Murong Yan didn't think that he would be able to survive.

Also at the same time, her body seemed to have gone beyond her reaction range, and she pushed Murong Yan who was frozen in fear.

With a gap of less than half a second, Murong Yan dodged that blow.

Murong Yan, who fell to the ground, could now see clearly that besides Zhui Feng who was fighting with Second Uncle Lan and the others, there was another Zhui Feng in front of her.

It turned out to be a clone.

"Smelly girl, you actually avoided me." Zhuifeng was covered in black mist, and with a ferocious expression, he looked like a ghost.

"Hehe, even your ghostly kung fu that has been dead for almost ten years seems to have hurt me. Go back to the underworld and dream for ten years before you come out." Murong Yan boldly replied.

But she also had doubts in her heart. The flash just now was obviously not her own actions, could it be the consciousness of the original owner?
"You have a sharp mouth, let's see if you have such good luck to escape my palm again!"

Chasing the wind rushed over again.

Murong Yan had already escaped hunting time and time again, so this time Zhui Feng went out personally, he definitely would not give Murong Yan a chance to escape.

So, this time, Zhuifeng struck with all his strength, and the most powerful evil spirit she kept in her palm was condensed in her palm.

That moment was very short, but also very slow, an unprecedented breath of death hit Murong Yan.

When she greeted her with both hands, the pain in her whole body being impacted by two forces was the last thing she felt, after which Murong Yan lost consciousness.

"Stinky girl! How did this happen?" Zhuifeng, who knocked Murongyan to the point of fainting, didn't seem to be very comfortable. After gritting his teeth and cursing, his whole body trembled, making the originally ghastly and terrifying phantom look less scary. be terrified.

"The spiritual power is only at the first level, and the seal of Zhui's family is still there, how could he be injured by her?" Zhuifeng opened his pupils and looked at the unconscious Murongyan in disbelief.

"Stinky girl, it looks like we must finish you off today!" A spirit sword emerged from his trembling hand, and Zhuifeng rushed towards Murong Yan's throat without hesitation.

The white blade is light and cold, and Murong Yan, who is lying on the ground, is still unaware that the danger is approaching her inch by inch, and the spirit sword that directly chases the wind has already cast a shadow on her neck...

"Stop the monster!"

"when!"

The spirit sword in Zhuifeng's hand was bounced off, and standing beside her was Feng Shiqi, who was in full bloom.

It turned out that Feng Shiqi pulled out from Zhuifeng's avatar and attacked Zhuifeng who was still trembling. At this moment, his spirit sword was inserted into Zhuifeng's virtual body.

"Stinky boy, dare to spoil my good deed!" Zhuifeng bared his deformed face, and swung at Feng Shiqi who blocked her sword.As soon as Feng Qiqi came to her side just now, she already knew that this kid was a fifth-level spirit, but in front of her, he was just a fifth-level spirit who was about to become a dead person.

However, just when her side moved less than an inch, something more terrifying than being shocked by Murong Yan happened to her.

(End of this chapter)