A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 322 Murder 1
The surroundings were so quiet that it made people panic, as if he was the only one left in the world, forgotten by everyone in the corner, lonely and helpless.

Enduring the numbness in his legs and feet, Yang Jingfeng stood up slowly while supporting the wall, walked to the window, and concentrated his energy on his ears.

Ever since he escaped from the dead, he has never practiced martial arts. Not only does he possess a strange power, but the sensitivity of his five sense organs has also greatly increased. If he is not far away and concentrates his mind, he can hear and see distant sounds .

Noisy voices came from far away, there were fierce quarrels, hearty laughter, unwilling curses, heart-to-heart exchanges, nonsense gossip, all the voices made him feel kind.

Let him feel the joys and sorrows of being a human being.

Yang Jingfeng heard those voices one by one, and finally stopped his target on the gossip of Qixianmen disciples under the pagoda, because they mentioned Xiao Muli's name.

It was a name that was deeply engraved in his heart, and he had silently recited it countless times, but he was destined to never dream of it.

"A Li..." Yang Jingfeng murmured, quietly listening to them discussing the situation of the Treasure Fighting Conference.

The disciple who told the story has a strong ability to express himself in language. Obviously, he often tells these things to everyone. He said with joy, and others heard it as if they were in the scene.

Only then did Yang Jingfeng feel his heart warm up, and he felt that he was a human being, not a beast like Sebao.

Following the wonderful narration of his disciples, he sometimes smiled, sometimes nervous, and sometimes sad.

When the disciple mentioned that Lan Junque used the soul-locking mirror to lock the souls of those people in, Yang Jingfeng's eyes flashed an inexplicable blackness.

The corners of Yang Jingfeng's mouth slightly raised, and his smile was a bit serious.

"The master of the sect used the soul-locking mirror, although he was imposing and prestige, but I heard that the master of the sect was injured by the soul-locking mirror because he used the soul-locking mirror forcibly afterwards, and he is still unconscious. After a long time, I just went down to rest." These disciples used to call Lan Junque the sect master and Xiao Muli the Xiao sect master, this disciple heard the news from nowhere, seeing no one else around, said in a low voice.

Although the voice was low, Yang Jingfeng heard it clearly, and his heart felt sour. A Li likes Lan Junque, right?
Although she is kind to herself, her heart is not on herself.

But what if... Lan Junque is no longer here?

If what he heard on the ninth floor is true, then if one person is gone, the other will become Ah Li's legacy.

There seemed to be a fire burning in Yang Jingfeng's heart, which made him lose his mind and forgot many things for a while, about Lan Junque, his master.

"The master of the sect is unconscious, the master of the Xiao family has been guarding for a long time, and just went down to rest..."

"Unconscious..."

These two sentences echoed in my mind from time to time.

Like bewitching, let him lose his basic thinking ability, and his behavior is completely dominated by desire.

The eyes were dyed with a thick black air for no reason, covering the originally clear eyes, and they were pitch black and empty, as if they had changed into a different person.

A cruel smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and the "hehe" sneer from his throat was eerie.

The hands covered by the black mist formed a strange mark, and the body suddenly seemed to fall apart, scattered into pieces of butterfly-shaped objects, flew out of the window, and flew towards Lan Junque's resting place.

As the night darkened, the black and bewitching butterflies were covered in the night and gradually disappeared.

(End of this chapter)