Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Invisibly, he took all of her people's lives, and his methods were extremely cruel.

Several girls couldn't even scream for help, so they completely lost their lives.

There was no way to kill him, but Fu Xianzhi was a cold-hearted person. He just stood there without saying a word.

Unintentionally, I glanced at the others, and there was a kind of tranquility in my eyes.

"What about people?"

The madam of Hualou was trembling all over, her eyes were full of fear, and she smelled the lingering smell of blood at the tip of her nose, and the horror in her heart rushed toward her layer by layer.

"Young master, who are you looking for?" The old bustard's thin voice gradually became lower, especially when he saw that this one was unhappy and started killing another person.

Fu Xianzhi's long eyebrows were slightly folded, and the smells of various cosmetics and powders were mixed together. The light and faint fragrance disappeared, and the manic depression in his heart seemed to suddenly have a hole.

The stewards who originally couldn't stand his cruel behavior are now all shrinking into a ball, and they can't care about the warm and fragrant nephrite!

Seeing that he was motionless for a moment, standing there with his eyebrows furrowed, the fear of running away suddenly arose.

The soles of each foot seemed to be oiled, and his eyes fell directly on the painted red door of the flower building.

It’s within reach!

Before the smile of surviving a calamity appeared on his face, the next moment his whole mouth and nose seemed to be completely sealed, and the muffled sound of broken bones was like a thunder.

Bright red blood spurted out, and he looked desperate and angry before he fell. His screams were miserable and lingered for a long time.

The remaining stewards' faces were pale and their hearts were horrified, as if they were looking at some demon, staring at Fu Xianzhi.

Xuan Yi, with black hair, stared at them condescendingly. His handsome cheeks were accidentally splashed with scarlet, making him look particularly enchanting.

The index finger with sharp knuckles slowly wiped away the scarlet on his face, as if he was extremely disgusted. He moved as fast as the wind, and turned his wrist, causing the man to lose his breath.

The pressure spread, and Fu Xianzhi was like a fierce ghost from the Shura field, with a cold and cold look in his eyes, chilling and bloodthirsty.

How could someone despise life to such an extent!

The madam fell down onto the cold ground, feeling deep despair echoing in her heart.

——"Elder brother?"

The voice was clear and delicate, but there was a little hesitation in the tone.

Fu Xianzhi paused slightly, turned around and looked at her expressionlessly, and then his blood-stained hand dropped down.

"You are at ease."

The words were laid out straight and clear, but they gave Bai Nuannuan an invisible sense of oppression.

The folding fan in his hand was no longer spinning dexterously, and he wobbled as he stepped down the wooden steps, his eyes showing some guilt.

Glancing at the people in Hualou who were in disarray, Bai Nuannuan felt a little guilty and hesitant in her heart.

She couldn't tell the specific meaning of Fu Xianzhi's expression at this moment. She felt her body temperature drop sharply and couldn't help but shiver.

"No... senior brother."

He carefully lifted up his robe and walked around the scattered corpses.

Suddenly he raised his eyes and saw a big head with his tongue extended, eyeballs protruding, and veins bulging on his face.

It's just... a little scary.

Seeing her stunned for a moment, Fu Xianzhi frowned slightly, his handsome face became a little gloomy, and his low voice was cold, with a hint of anger.

When his finger fell, the head with bulging veins rolled to the side, making the madam jump up in fright.

Bai Nuannuan swallowed with some difficulty.

Seeing Fu Xianzhi approaching him step by step, he subconsciously took two steps back.

"Looking for the waiter?"

Inexplicably, Bai Nuannuan's aura weakened unconsciously. Facing the gazes of many people, he nodded confidently: "Yes."

It was strange. She and Fu Xianzhi were just an ordinary brother-sister relationship. How could she still have the strange feeling of having an affair behind his back? !

"very good."

He stared at her coldly, his usually cold face now tinged with anger.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Bai Nuannuan felt as if the air around her was slowly solidifying.

She even had reason to suspect that what Fu Xianzhi wanted to say was not the word "very good" at all.

His eyes were cold, mixed with a strong murderous aura.

Like cold water dripping into a frying pan, the spiritual power surrounding Fu Xianzhi surged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Using the wind as the blade, the blade penetrates three points into the bone, killing the person silently.

Bai Nuannuan's eyes widened instantly. Out of the medicine cultivator's instinct, she wanted to heal. The moment Folding Fan stretched out her hand, her palm touched a wind blade.

The folding fan was instantly released and fell to the ground with a crisp muffled sound.

The pain suddenly attacked her like a tide.

She twisted her beautiful eyebrows and just pierced herself with a silver needle. The next second, her blood-covered hand was pulled over by Fu Xianzhi.

His narrow eyes were slightly narrowed with a sinister expression, but at this moment he didn't care at all whether the blood would stain his body.

The unsuspecting Bai Nuannuan stumbled, and most of her body was looking straight into his arms.

The palm-sized oval face bumped into his chest, causing Qiong's nose to hurt. She subconsciously wanted to rub it, but as soon as she lifted it up, she realized that her wrist was tightened by him.

He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers covered up what he was thinking at this time, but his eyes fell on the wound on the palm of her hand for an instant.

As the spiritual power circulated, Bai Nuannuan's own spiritual power strangely did not reject her. Instead, she only offered a symbolic resistance and then smoothly accepted her with open arms.

Bai Nuannuan pulled away, but his waist was held tightly by him.

From the eyes of others, the man in black robes and brocade robes had a Shura-like face, which made people shudder, but he held the young man in his arms extremely gently.

Eyes lowered, the two looked at each other, with all kinds of emotions flowing between them.

The picture is beautiful, but it cannot resist their desire to escape and be free!

He tentatively climbed out of the door and found that the man in Xuanyi was motionless.

Climb again and still not move!

Regardless of the injuries he had just suffered from being forced by the wind blade, he crawled and ran extremely fast.

After trying to pull out his hand several times to no avail, Bai Nuannuan gave up completely.

Helplessly, he raised his eyes and looked at the moody senior brother in front of him.

An idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Senior Brother, are you jealous today?"

Her voice is soft and waxy, but not sticky, clear and clean, and her words have a refreshing comfort.

By accident, Fu Xianzhi touched the wound on her palm, causing her to gasp in pain.

Fu Xianzhi's brows furrowed tightly, and he immediately let go of the hand that was holding her waist, taking an obvious step back.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Bai Nuannuan looked at him strangely and tilted her head in confusion: "Then what is senior brother angry about tonight?"