After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

"Yes or no, just kill them first."

Feng Qiwu drew the long sword from his waist, and in the blink of an eye, the whistling sword had taken the life of a killer.

The sword cuts the throat with a neat move.

The remaining dozens of killers looked at each other, paused for a moment, and then rushed forward in full force.

The long swords in their hands were sharp with frost and snow, and they went straight towards Feng Qiwu.

The swords flashed and the moves were brutal, trying to take his life.

Feng Qiwu smiled lightly, and the vigor lingering around his body blew away his red robe. The flying corners of his clothes were tinged with murderous coldness, and he was as domineering and murderous as if he had trampled through mountains and rivers, which made people feel timid.

As the cold sword swept across, warm drops of blood stained his cheeks.

He wiped it with his hand, and the blood spread like rouge.

The beauty bathing in the sea of ​​corpses was extremely radiant, seductive and dangerous, with a pair of inorganic black eyes flashing with the joy of drinking blood and killing. Perhaps she was crazy about killing, her sword moves became more and more brutal and swift, and she couldn't stop no matter what.

Feng Qiwu was about to raise his sword again when he suddenly felt a lightness on his wrist, as if something was out of his control.

He suddenly lowered his eyes and saw that the other end of the golden lock was empty.

Wen Ranyan, who was supposed to be locked up, escaped at some point, leaving only the small golden lock floating alone in the wind.

His heart was shaken, his black eyes were sinister, and his bloodthirsty brutality reached its peak at this moment.

She ran away again?

At that time, the summer wind suddenly turned cold, and the biting cold whistled and spread.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, the assassins who were left half wanted to launch a sneak attack. Their long swords were like dense rain, tearing a ray of light in the sky and attacking him in an overwhelming manner.

Feng Qiwu curled his thin lips in mockery, and with a slight flip of the sword, he cut off his head.

"Clap clap-"

There was a sound of clapping.

Feng Qiwu seemed to sense something and raised his eyes suddenly.

Then, Wen Ranyan was seen sitting comfortably on the flying eaves, her gauze skirt fluttering in the wind, golden bells ringing softly, she looked like a lazy spectator watching the show from the sidelines, and when she saw the exciting parts of the battle, she couldn't help but applaud.

Feng Qiwu: "..."

He thought that the two of them could fight side by side, but he never imagined that she would escape from the battle early, break free from his restraints, and kill him unawares.

When did she find a way to unlock the golden lock?

Is it just recently, or has it been a joke since the beginning?

Feng Qiwu wiped the blood off his face fiercely. The blurred bloodstains made him look even more ghostly and alluring. He stared at Wen Ranyan without blinking, and his sharp scrutiny almost overwhelmed her.

But there was a smile in the depths of his eyes, a mixture of surprise and madness, so strange that it made people feel cold all over.

"Don't be in a daze, there are still a few left."

Wen Ranyan met his eyes and raised her red lips without any fear or surprise.

Feng Qiwu looked at her for a few more deep glances before returning to the battle. His methods became more fierce and decisive, as if he wanted to end the battle quickly.

Wen Ranyan lowered her eyes. From where she was, she could see everything below.

These killers were obviously coming for Feng Qiwu. She was a living person sitting on the eaves, but no one came to attack her. It was clear that they treated her as air.

But Yang Xuelian had clearly posted their portraits everywhere in the city. If the Miao army attacked, they would definitely not leave her alone and would definitely kill them all.

Therefore, these killers were neither Yang Xuelian’s men nor the Miao people.

Looking at their Miao attire, Wen Ranyan's eyes were cold.

So make a fool of yourself.

"boom--"

Feng Qiwu flicked his long sleeves lightly, and the sharp sword in his hand was like a roaring dragon. Wherever he passed, there were bursts of dragon roars and sword energy surged.

In just a moment, the last killer's throat was cut.

In an instant, a long sword mark appeared, blood gushed out, and the killer didn't even know how he died. He fell to the ground with a bang, and died with his eyes open.

Feng Qiwu stood there with a sword in his hand, blood dripping from the tip of the sword and winding around under his feet.

Wherever the eyes looked, there were corpses everywhere and the ground was devastated. It was no longer as peaceful and elegant as before.

The murderous intent in Feng Qiwu's eyes had not yet faded, and the joy had not yet dissipated. When he smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, his brows relaxed, and for a moment he was so excited that he trembled, like an evil ghost in the world, so terrifying that it made people's knees weak.

Wen Ranyan changed her sitting position and just as she moved, a strong smell of blood spread to her nose.

Then, a hot body came up to her and rubbed against her ears.

"You opened the golden lock, why didn't you just walk away?"

Feng Qiwu leaned close to her ear, his hoarse voice filled with lingering joy, like the lingering whispers between lovers, captivating and soul-stirring.

Wen Ranyan turned sideways and immediately met his unfathomable phoenix eyes: "If you unfortunately die at their hands, I will keep it here to help you collect your body."

Hearing such gossip, Feng Qiwu did not get angry but laughed instead, and her laughter became even more captivating.

He stroked Wen Ranyan's delicate neck and said in a leisurely voice: "I'm very happy that you care about me so much..."

Wen Ranyan raised her eyebrows and looked at him strangely. Why did his words sound more and more perverted?

"Stay away from me, don't stain me with your blood." Wen Ranyan frowned in disdain: "It smells bad."

Feng Qiwu deliberately used his bloody fingers to rub her face. When the bloodstains spread, he curled his thin lips teasingly and proudly: "You were so happy when you killed people, I thought you enjoyed it."

After saying that, he leaned down and pecked her lightly on her red lips.

Wen Ranyan gently pushed away his kiss with her hand, and when she looked into the dark burning in his eyes again, she stepped lightly to the side. In an instant, her red skirt fluttered, showing her elegance.

She sat comfortably on the eaves, smiling brightly: "Do you think these killers are from Miaojiang?"

Feng Qiwu came closer again and played with the golden bell on her wrist, "They are from Beilang."

Hearing this, Wen Ranyan looked him up and down for several times, smiling warmly, full of strange gloating: "You are now the emperor of Beilang, extremely noble, why would anyone want to kill you?"

He was assassinated when he was a minister, and he was assassinated again when he was an emperor.

It's really pitiful.

Feng Qiwu looked at her and laughed out loud: "After all, I stole this position, so it's not legitimate, so the people below are naturally dissatisfied, especially the princes of the Helian family, who have already joined forces with the court officials to make moves."

"Now that I'm not in the Imperial City, they will naturally not let go of this great opportunity to assassinate me. If they succeed, I will be buried in Miaojiang and no longer pose a threat. They can also say that it was the Miaojiang people who assassinated me."

He spoke slowly and his tone was as gentle as the falling of a feather, but his calm black eyes seemed particularly creepy, as if a storm was about to come, with strange waves gathering in them.

Wen Ranyan's eyes flickered: "I didn't see the princes of the Helian family being so active when I was in Beijing, but now that Helian Xiao is gone, they can't stand it anymore."

Those princes had been staying in their fiefdoms and had no chance to come to Beijing, so she naturally had never met them.

Now that Helian Xiao is dead, they consider themselves to be of royal blood and the best candidates to ascend the throne.

But the throne was finally taken away by Feng Qiwu, which certainly made them unhappy, and it was also expected that they would send troops to assassinate and rebel.