The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 129 Is Feng Qingcheng dead?
In the wide sleeves, Feng Qingcheng's five fingers holding the dagger tightened a bit, took a deep breath, and walked towards the source of the sound.

'Crack!creak! '

The sound was getting louder and louder, and it seemed particularly strange in the empty and silent street.

A few seconds later, Feng Qingcheng narrowed her eyes and stopped in her footsteps.

I saw two skeletons walking towards her. They were still wearing the clothes they had before they died. The black shrouds that had been wrapped around their heads had disappeared, revealing the skulls without flesh and blood.

Their walking posture is also very strange, like a cripple, swaying every step, and making a 'creaking' sound with every step.

Feng Qingcheng even wondered if they would just shake the skeleton body apart.

Their walking speed was not fast, but when they were four or five meters away from Fenghua City, they suddenly accelerated, and the purple-black skeleton hands struck straight at her front.

Feng Qingcheng pulled the corners of her mouth coldly, without much expression on her face, when their claws reached her eyelids, she turned sideways, while avoiding the attack, she swung the dagger fiercely.

Just hearing two crisp sounds of 'click', she cut off the hands of the two skeletons directly from the wrists!
The two pairs of purple-black hands fell heavily to the ground, their joints shattered to pieces.

Feng Qingcheng didn't expect the skeleton to be so vulnerable, and turned around to deal with the body standing there, but the broken joints on the ground suddenly seemed to have life, moved rapidly, and quickly spliced ​​back to the original shape of the hand bones.

The bodies of the two skeletons standing there swayed twice, and the two hand bones seemed to be summoned by some kind of call. The five fingers moved quickly, and quickly ran to the skeletons and connected to the main body again.

Feng Qingcheng watched this scene, a crack finally appeared on the calm expression on his face.

When she was walking on the road, she imagined many possibilities, but she never thought that these skeletons would be inseparable.

And just when she was in a daze, the two skeletons smelled the breath of a living person on her body, and rushed towards her again.

In her previous life, Feng Qingcheng stayed in the devil training camp for half a year and learned various close combat techniques.

They are lifeless dead objects, how could their speed and reflexes be faster than hers?

Her feet were a little heavier on the ground, her waist was tilted back in an incredible arc, and the daggers in her left and right hands swung out again.

In the night, two cold lights flashed, directly cutting off the two skeletons in half.

Immediately afterwards, when she refused to revive them, she took a dagger in her right hand and scratched the palm of her left hand.

The blade was sharp, and a wound was cut on the palm of her hand, and blood gushed out.

Feng Qingcheng turned her left hand over and dripped blood drops on the two skeletons, forming seals with both hands at the same time, chanting in a low voice.

The place where the blood was dripped on the skeleton suddenly glowed red, and soon the whole body of the skeleton was wrapped in red light.

"break!"

Feng Qingcheng let out a low cry, and the skeleton turned into two piles of charred ashes as if it had been scorched by high temperature.

At the same time, in the underground secret room in the backyard of Feng Mansion.

The two small porcelain figurines in front of Feng Qingyin shattered in an instant, and her body was also suddenly impacted, causing her to take several steps backwards.

Zhao Wan'er next to her witnessed all this, and her heart was so nervous that it rose to her throat.

She glanced at the fragments of porcelain figurines on the table, and asked anxiously, "How is it? Is Feng Qingcheng dead?"

Feng Qingyin slowly opened her eyes, those eyes were like an ancient well that could not see through the light all the year round, it was dark and cold, it sent chills down the spine for no reason.

　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)