I am Feng Jun

Chapter 586 586. It Was the Hand That Moved First!

Shen Ci blinked his eyes, as if he didn't expect that he could cause trouble just by leaning in a different direction, but he was stunned for a moment.

However, under Bi Jiuhong's gnashing of teeth, he raised his eyebrows.

"No, it was the wind that moved first. Your hair is disobedient and must be blown to the blade. It has nothing to do with you!"

Bi Jiuhong became even more angry when he heard the words, and his cold and gloomy eyes swept across Shen Ci's body, every look was full of my strong desire to kill you.

But it was impossible for him to do this in front of so many people, so the unwilling anger in his eyes became more and more intense.

Shen Ci looked at it, feeling more comfortable in his heart, and continued to speak.

"What do you look at, this knife belongs to His Majesty, and your hair is blown by the wind. Even if you trace it back to the source, you can't trace it to Grandpa!"

You can either go to Mu Lianya, or go to the invisible Qingfeng, in short, don't go to the master!
The meaning in Shen Ci's eyes was so obvious that Bi Jiuhong was so angry that his body trembled faintly.

It was Mu Lianya who was on the high seat, her brows twitched when she heard this.

This kid is really talented in the aspect of being mad at others.

"Okay, what are you talking about, this deity is not here to listen to your bickering!"

Lan Yi squinted her eyes and said, exuding some displeasure faintly, and Bi Jiuhong had no choice but to suppress the anger all over her body when she heard the words.

He cast a cold glance at Shen Ci, then angrily threw up his sleeves and entered the Nuan Pavilion.

In the next hour, he will let Shen Ci take a good look--
What is the gap!
Facing Bi Jiuhong's killing intent, Shen Ci had a playful smile on his lips, and didn't care much.

He just watched Bi Jiuhong step by step into the Nuan Pavilion under the urging of Lan Yi.

at the same time--
Step by step, he walked towards the abyss he had prepared for him.

With a click, Shen Ci, who also entered the Nuan Pavilion, closed and locked the door, isolating everyone's sight and most of their voices.

Mu Lianya rubbed her hands on the high seat, looking a little uneasy.

Using eyes to communicate with Shen Yinchu simply.

"At least he is Jiang Ni's own son, so he should learn something, right?" '

Shen Yinchu's expression was dignified, expressionless, and he really wanted to say something.

"Her son was only half a month old when Jiang Ni died, so if Jiang Ni wanted to teach, what could he teach! '

Mu Lianya frowned even deeper, and sighed secretly in the suddenly quiet imperial study room.

Why are you so stubborn!

Just like him back then.
Inside the Nuan Pavilion, a sneer appeared on Bi Jiuhong's lips when he saw Shen Ci lock the door.

Just as he was about to speak, but he didn't even say a complete name, a cold light flew towards him in front of his eyes.

madman!

These thoughts flashed through Bi Jiuhong's mind, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he turned to avoid it with all his internal strength.

The dagger that the young man threw back without hesitation as soon as he locked the door slammed into the ancient shelf behind Bi Jiuhong with a buzzing sound.

The blade trembled slightly, and a cicada chirped.

"It's pretty fast."

Shen Ci missed the blow, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he pursed his lips and praised, but the tone did not contain the slightest sincerity.

Bi Jiuhong was currently sitting on the couch by the window. Mu Lianya didn't use the warm pavilion in the imperial study in summer, so she was very bored. The scorching sun shone in at this moment, adding to the dryness.

He watched Shen Ci casually walk to the Bogu stand, pull out Qinghan, blow off the sawdust on it, and looked up at himself.

"Do you think I'm still the same Bi Jiuhong?"

Bi Jiuhong looked at Shen Ci's incomparably flamboyant appearance, and all the grievances gathered together, gradually accumulating a raging killing intent.

"I won't give you a chance, at this hour, don't even think about touching me!"

Bi Jiuhong said coldly, always paying attention to Shen Ci's actions, he once again used his lightness and speed to avoid a sharp blow.

"tsk"

Shen Ci held the handle of the knife loosely with his right hand, and the blade of the knife was patted on the palm of his left hand, his eyes were slightly cold.

Seeing Shen Ci frustrated several times, Bi Jiuhong slowly raised his lips and said mockingly.

"Do you think that you can completely restrict my movements by choosing such a small place?"

"A frog like you doesn't understand anything at all."

Shen Ci secretly rolled his eyes and said coldly.

"So many words?"

"Ah."

Bi Jiuhong sneered, accumulating strength in his hands, and a few crazy lights flashed in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if His Highness takes away all the sharp weapons from me. If I want to kill you, I don't need those at all!"

At this point, how could he be willing to just defend and not attack!
As he said that, a cold palm wind came towards Shen Ci very purposefully, carrying boundless and endless killing intent.

Then the next second, the figure in front of Bi Jiuhong suddenly disappeared, causing him to instantly flatten the corners of his lips and be vigilant about his surroundings.

A burst of killing intent from the right made him retreat abruptly, avoiding the sharp cold light.

However, it wasn't over yet, the moon-white shadow appeared in front of his eyes at a speed that he hadn't expected at all.

The cold light suddenly appeared, Bi Jiuhong's original slack was lifted up, and he bent over, barely avoiding the attack.

Then the vase on the case behind him shattered.

Bi Jiuhong didn't dare to delay, and took steps that confused people's eyes, and pulled the distance a little further.

But in his line of sight, there was no sign of Shen Ci at all!
There was an alarm bell in his heart, and he was preparing for the next move. A sharp pain in his left back shoulder made his eyes widen, and a drop of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

At the same time, he murmured unbelievably.

"how is this possible"

A sneer came from behind his ear, and the tip of the knife viciously stirred at the position of his lute bone.

The scream only appeared for a moment before he forcibly swallowed it back.

"You know, there is a thing called pre-judgment?"

Bi Jiuhong could hide, but in such a small warm pavilion, there were only a few places where he could hide.

No matter how high his internal strength is, no matter how fast his lightness kung fu is, he cannot exert it to the extreme.

Moreover, in terms of speed, who said Shen Ci is slow?

He has also received extreme training, right?
Even if this body can't reach his previous peak, and there is no internal strength blessing.

But it was not difficult for him to predict Bi Jiuhong's actions in this small warm pavilion, and then wait one step in advance, and put the tip of the knife on his back.

Bi Jiuhong suddenly took a step forward, resisting the pain and breaking away from Shen Ci's knife, turned around to face Shen Ci, with a trace of resentment on his face.

"I won't give you a second chance!"

One mistake will only make him more vigilant, and he is already familiar with the so-called pain, so he won't just admit defeat!

"It's just one knife, don't worry."

Shen Ci let out a soft sigh, and said lightly, then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Come out and get to work."

The pace under Bi Jiuhong's feet became more and more dizzying, and in order to prevent Shen Ci's prediction, he deliberately disrupted the previous pattern.

But he still didn't expect that a certain analysis could easily calculate the trajectory of his actions, and it clearly appeared in front of Shen Ci on the light blue light curtain.

Not only can he predict by himself, but his eyes can also accurately predict by himself.

"what--"

In front of the door of Nuan Pavilion, Shen Ci raised his knees and threw the person onto the door frame, with such strength that even the door trembled a few times, and light ash fell.

At the same time, he turned his right hand lightly, sending Qing Han, still dripping blood from the tip of the knife, into the lute bone on his right shoulder from the front position.

The 360-degree rotation of the tip of the knife made the shattering screams escape from Bi Jiuhong's white lips, and spread out through the crack of the door.

　Thank you Lingyan for the cute tip!

　　It's only been a third of the month, yet I've already spent two-thirds of my living expenses.

　　Even if it is not a freshman, the start of school is like a waterfall of money, death
　　Moreover, school has not started for eight months, and the feeling of starting school again seems to be the same as that of freshmen, and it is even more dead
　　
　
(End of this chapter)