Black Robbery

Feng Qi felt that the time had come.

As a sword, Feng Twelve received her first task, beheading Hongyu.

That night, Feng Twelve was dressed in black, and acted together with the killers who were also dressed in black. In one night, bloodbath washed the inner door of the elders, from top to bottom, inside and out, not a single one remained.

"You did a good job." Feng Qi was handling Hong Yu's funeral in the daytime. He still wore a white hair band on his head, his eyes were still red, and his eyes were black and blue. He could see that he was very tired after a busy day, and he was staring at him kneeling on the ground. Feng Twelve said.

However, thinking of Hong Changfei who slipped through the net because he was drunk with Feng Chen, Feng Qi still frowned in worry.

It doesn't matter, a child can't make much trouble.

Feng Qi comforted himself in this way, so he was very relieved to see Nahong Changfei regroup.

The door is full of people from his wind!

After working hard for a while, Hong Changfei revealed his true nature again, going out early and returning late, and sometimes staying at the foot of the mountain at night, smelling of wine and powder all over his body, he was thrown out of the smoking building because he was penniless, his clothes were disheveled, and he was pointed at by passers-by , unsightly.

Feng Qi sent someone to take care of the family affairs for Hong Changfei.

Soon, Hong Changfei only had the title of elder left.

If you give it to him, just give it to him. It is worthwhile for Hongyu to be loyal for so many years.

It was night, and Feng Twelve could not sleep peacefully again, sitting on the roof and staring blankly at the night sky.

What came to mind for a while was that Hong Yu was beheaded by a man also dressed in black;

What he thought for a while was that Hongyu bandaged her wound, and reminded her to recuperate well, and not to violate the order of the owner of the valley.

"Twelve, so you are here, you are easy for me to find." Feng Chen used lightness kung fu to climb up to the roof, swayed unsteadily, and finally sat beside Twelve, and took a sip of wine.

"what is this?"

"Wine, something to forget your worries, once you get drunk, you can relieve your worries!" Feng Chen took another sip, "I don't know where Chang Fei has gone, aunt, you accompany me."

Feng Twelve snatched his hip flask, took a sip, and choked hard.

"Why is Twelve anxious? It's the first time you drink alcohol, take your time." Feng Chen lay on Feng Twelve's shoulders as he spoke, and asked drowsily, "Auntie, can you tell me that Uncle Yu is How did you die?"

Feng Twelve kept his mouth shut, and according to Feng Chen's words, he drank slowly one sip at a time until he was drunk and fell asleep.

Is this the answer, Twelve?

Feng Chen opened his eyes, took Feng Twelve down from the roof, covered her with a quilt, went back to his courtyard, lay on the roof and watched the moon slowly fall asleep.

Feng Twelve became more and more afraid of Feng Qi, afraid that every time he came, he would say, "Twelve, you have a mission", afraid that the city lord of Su City, Ke Qing of Wei City, General Huangdu, and even a person who died in her hands would die in Mian Mian's hands. On a rainy night, the little girl who had no power to restrain the chicken tried to kill her for revenge.

For every person he cuts, Feng Twelve has more sins in his heart, one more grievance in his dreams, one more fear of Feng Qi, and one more heart to break this situation.

Feng Twelve thought it was good to cover up his emotions, until Feng Qi came to him once drunk, and squeezed Feng Twelve's chin fiercely, "Oh, don't think I can't see that you want to kill me, you are my one hand. Bring it up, I know you better than my own son!"

"Twelve dare not." Feng Twelve's jaw was pinched in severe pain, and he gritted his teeth.

"Don't you dare?" Feng Qi let go of her chin, and pulled off Feng Twelve's headband with one hand, her long hair scattered like clouds.

"Who is this white hair for?"

Uncle Hongyu, it's not you at the moment.Twelve thoughts about the wind.

Feng Qi waved away Feng Twelve's hand and grabbed Feng Twelve's sword, "Who do you want to kill with the sword in one hand?"

It's just a habit, you are too suspicious.

Feng Qi lifted Feng Twelve's chin again, and his nails lightly brushed across Feng Twelve's eyelids, "I used to try my best to curry favor with an old and immortal thing in order to seize the position of Valley Master, and every time I looked in front of the mirror, I controlled myself. The expression on your face, do you know that your expression at this moment is exactly the same as when I wanted to kill someone?"

Big brother, big brother, look, your favorite sister is becoming more and more like the person you hate the most, no matter what, I won, right?

A distorted smile appeared on Feng Qi's face.

"Kill me? It's not impossible. If you have the ability, go ahead and do it. Before you have the ability, you'd better bear with me. One day is a sword, and you will be a scumbag all your life!"

Feng Qi left, Feng Twelve got up, rearranged his clothes, tied his hairband, put his sword on his waist, sat on the bed, wanted to fall asleep as usual, for some reason, the tears didn't listen this time , rolling down one by one.

"Twelve." Feng Chen appeared in the house at some point, got into bed and sat down next to Feng Twelve, and fed a piece of candy into Feng Twelve's mouth.

"Twelve, I recently traveled and met an interesting idiot at the foot of Yunhe Mountain. I also found a few spiritual grasses at the source of Yuxi, and escaped from a strange man with that idiot."

"Twelve, recently, while I was trying to develop an antidote for the dust-washing water, I was trying to use the dust-washing water to improve the spirit grass and change it into a potion that can make people forget their sorrows. I want to call it Wangyou, you say..."

Feng Chen suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and Feng Twelve fell asleep.

Feng Chen sat quietly, and when Feng Twelve fell asleep, he gently put Twelve down, took out a handkerchief, and wiped away the tears on her face.

When he woke up early the next morning, Feng Twelve had a headache, before he had time to recall the bad things from last night, what came into view was Feng Chen's bright smiling face.

"Twelve, you fell asleep before I finished talking last night. You can keep me waiting."

Feng Twelve sat up, his hands were still warm when they touched the place next to him.

Heh, it was really good to wait, I fell asleep and waited all night.

"Auntie, aren't you curious about what's going on?"

"What?" Feng Twelve asked with dignity.

"I encountered a strange fate when I was traveling, and I got two red threads from the head of Yunhe. One, I married the little fool I met at the foot of Yunhe Mountain, and I want to give you the other. Where did Er go, as long as you have me in your heart, or as long as I am within a kilometer of you, you can find me, and I can find you. If it is too far away, I can also make sure that Twelve is safe."

"It's a mess." Feng Twelve said.

Feng Chen didn't wait for Twelve's reaction, and cut a ring under the nail of her ring finger, chanting all kinds of strange spells, a red thread appeared from Feng Chen's ring finger, and one end was wrapped around Feng Twelve's wound, Immediately the wound healed.

"Twelve, try sensing your fingertips and call me."

Feng Twelve looked at him suspiciously.

"Fengchen..."