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

Wen Ranyan was originally lazy, but when she heard him say that, she suddenly became interested.

She asked with a smile: "Who on earth has upset my husband again?"

Feng Qiwu gathered up her loosened collar slightly, raised her thin lips, and said slowly: "You will know if you come with me."

Seeing that he was deliberately keeping her in suspense, Wen Ranyan's eyes were filled with tears and she became more interested: "Then let's go, before they run away later."

There was a moon outside the house, and light and shadow shone through the thin paper window. Feng Qiwu stood there, laughing cruelly and violently.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "Let's go."

Feng Qiwu turned with her hands behind her back, and the bright-colored bracelets around her waist jingled with a lingering crisp sound.

It was already very late at night, and the moonlight was as bright as pearls, rippling across the sky.

Feng Qiwu took her in many twists and turns, and the place became more and more remote and quieter.

The surrounding scenery also changed. Crows sat quietly on the dead branches, their hoarse voices echoed in the night sky, and the cool wind whimpered like crying and howling.

If you don’t know, you might think Feng Qiwu wanted to lead her to the wilderness and destroy her body.

Wen Ranyan looked at his profile with interest, with mixed thoughts in her mind, but she did not feel the slightest bit of fear.

After walking on the eaves for an unknown amount of time, Feng Qiwu finally stopped.

Wen Ranyan followed him and stopped. She looked around and saw Feng Qiwu bringing her to a dilapidated and quiet little house. It should have been an abandoned place, but at this moment, candles were burning and there seemed to be voices.

Feng Qiwu lifted the tile and reached down casually.

Wen Ranyan leaned down and moved closer.

I saw a number of people sitting in the dilapidated hut. They were dressed strangely, with slightly high collars and exposed abdominal muscles, and round knives from winter on their waists, shining silver. They were chattering and huddled together as if they were plotting something.

“They are from the Western Regions.”

Wen Ranyan recognized her at the first sight. She glanced to the side, her almond-shaped eyes shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Feng Qiwu looked at her, a deep smile in his dark eyes, and said, "To be precise, they were secret agents sent in by the people from the Western Regions."

The cold voice seemed even more empty and creepy under the cold moon.

Wen Ranyan raised her eyes and met his gaze. "A few months ago, during the war with the Western Regions, they cried for peace on the surface, but in fact they were still harboring evil intentions. Now, they have sent so many secret agents while seeking peace. They must be trying to find out the deployment of Beilang's troops."

After she finished speaking, her eyes were full of intelligence and cunning, she was so wise that she looked almost like a demon.

Through the hazy moonlight, Feng Qiwu looked at her again.

The charming beauty was wearing a red gauze dress, her skin was as white as cream and as radiant as spring flowers, with golden bells swaying on her body. Her every move, every frown and smile exuded natural charm.

Not only that, she is as ruthless, bloodthirsty and violent as he is, hiding a lot of evil intentions.

Feng Qiwu pursed her thin lips, her dark eyes kept rolling, with a sense of excitement and joy of mutual understanding in her eyes, and the wolf-like plundering intent could not be hidden.

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

Wen Ranyan twisted her fingers, her eyes showing a hint of eagerness: "Then we are here to kill them tonight."

"No one who invades the Central Plains will be spared."

Feng Qiwu opened his lips, and his bloodthirsty and cold voice slowly melted into the wind.

Wen Ranyan raised his head. Under the rolling wind and smoke, he stood tall with his back straight, standing like a towering mountain.

In this scene, she seemed to be able to imagine how high-spirited and heroic he was when killing enemies on the battlefield.

The blade in his hand has cut off the heads of enemy generals and killed thousands of soldiers. With his passion and blood, he swept across the four directions and swept through thousands of troops, bringing peace, prosperity and beauty to Beilang.

Such a hero should be honored, but because of people's evil nature, he is persecuted by jealousy. How sad it is.

The wind blew, and the scattered black hair brushed across Wen Ranyan's eyebrows. After looking for a few times, she retracted her gaze, and a playful smile appeared in her eyes again.

"Why don't we compete to see who has killed more people?"

Before Feng Qiwu could reply, Wen Ranyan jumped down from the eaves. She kicked open the broken wooden door. Amid the astonishment of the Western Region spies, poisonous insects had already swarmed in, surging terrifyingly.

As the howling sounds rose and fell, the poisonous thread in her sleeves stretched out like a sharp blade, and as it wrapped around the enemy, it had already cut off the head of a spy.

The air was filled with blood mist, and spots of blood appeared on her jade-like face, like blooming red plums.

At that time, the spies from the Western Regions shouted and the round knives in their hands whizzed over.

Wen Ranyan pushed herself up with both hands and jumped over the wooden table. In an instant, a pleasant sound came from the golden bells on her ankles. The gauze fluttered, revealing her slender white legs, which shimmered in the light and shadow.

She should have been a charming beauty, but the silver thread in her hands was as sharp as a knife, and she killed people without even blinking an eye.

The spies from the Western Regions were forced to retreat step by step, and they were quite fearful when they looked at Wen Ranyan.

Where on earth did this woman come from?

How could he be so cruel?

Seeing that they were on high alert, Wen Ranyan smiled sweetly, captivating everyone's heart.

She stepped over the wooden chair and flew over. The poisonous thread in her sleeves cut through the air, carrying a sinister murderous intent. When she swung again, another spy from the Western Regions was killed by her.

Blood was swaying on the ground and the thick smell of blood spread in the night.

Feng Qiwu landed behind her and approached her leisurely as if strolling in a garden.

The gold-threaded pointed-toe boots stepped on the bloody ground, but he was still dressed in bright red, with his sleeves fluttering. He clearly said that he brought her here to kill people, but he didn't even take out a weapon and didn't kill anyone.

He stood under the moon, quietly admiring her posture when she killed people. It was as beautiful as a painting, which moved him deeply. The emotion in her eyes was so fierce and sharp, he himself was not even aware of it, joyful and obsessed.

It was a kind of crazy possession that came from deep in the bone marrow.

Wen Ranyan looked back and gestured to him: "I already have three."

There was still murderous intent in her eyes, which was sharp and sharp like a blade, and when it fell into Feng Qiwu's eyes, it actually made his heart flutter.

Feng Qiwu drew out his sword. The long sword was as white as snow, with a cold and chilling edge. Wherever the sword passed, its momentum was fully revealed, and pressure surged. In an instant, all the spies from the Western Regions who attacked from the side of his body were killed.

The blood mist dissipated, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Wen Ranyan glanced at him, unwilling to be left behind.

It was unknown how long it took, but all the Western spies who invaded the Central Plains were killed, leaving no one alive.

Wen Ranyan stood in the sea of ​​corpses and looked back with a smile: "Eleven, how about you?"

Feng Qiwu had already flown in front of her. He was speechless and just reached out his hand to carefully wipe away the blood stains on her face. The winding bloodstains made her little face even more stunning, like a Shura bathed in blood, and he almost couldn't take his eyes off it.

He locked his eyes on her, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of a smile: "Ten, so how do you want to compete?"

Wen Ranyan's eyes were gorgeous, and she curled her lips teasingly: "Then you have less than me, you have to agree to one of my requests, but I haven't thought about it yet, I'll tell you when I think of it."

Feng Qiwu was about to agree when her cold eyes suddenly swept towards the towering ancient tree beside her. There was no wind, but the leaves and branches were still moving.

someone!