at the same time.

With a "tear--" the curtain was forcibly pulled off by this force.

Feng Qingcheng, whose body flew out, saw a figure in his eyes that instantly.

The boy sitting in the carriage was in a red dress and his stunning face hidden in the dark light and shadow was so beautiful that he was thrilling.

Feng Qingcheng was infatuated for a moment, and he didn't come to his senses until he fell heavily to the ground. He covered his butt and screamed: "Ouch!"

Feng Qingcheng only felt that this fall almost cost her half of her life. Her already tortured lower body is now even more painful.

She couldn't help but speak in anger without thinking.

"Hey, this young man, why are you so vicious? You are so rude to me, a weak woman, who is so heavy, and do you still have a gentlemanly demeanor?"

She rubbed the back with one hand, and cursed at the boy in the carriage with resentment.

Anxiang's expression suddenly changed and she scolded: "Bold! You are not allowed to insult the young master!"

Feng Qingcheng stuck out his tongue towards Anxiang.

She scolded, why, come and bite me!

"Anxiang. When did you become so kind and ruthless?"

The boy in red asked quietly, walking out of the carriage.

He stood on the shaft of the car, looking down at Feng Qingcheng who was falling to the ground from a high place.

A faint murderous aura flashed in his black eyes.

The screech lips gently curled up an evil curve.

"Since she likes to scold, let her go to the Hall of Yama to curse."

Under the faint and cool moonlight, the boy's red clothes are gorgeous, his shirts fly, like the immortal in the painting, and like the stunning mandala in bloom in hell.

Beautiful, charming, dangerous, and ultimately kill.

Anxiang, a woman in black, dared not look directly at the young master's face, and respectfully lowered her head and fisted, saying, "Yes! Anxiang takes the order!"

After saying that, Anxiang raised her hand and a soft sword appeared from her waist, and a cold sharp edge flashed in Feng Qingcheng's eyes.

Feng Qingcheng was originally immersed in the thrilling beauty of the boy in red in the dark night, and saw the woman in black holding a sword and walking towards him step by step.

The woman in black had no expression on her cold face, and even a trace of murderous aura.

However, it made Feng Qingcheng feel chilled inexplicably.

An extremely clear thought emerged in Feng Qingcheng's mind—

She, this woman in black named Anxiang, really wanted to kill her Feng Qingcheng at this moment!

Feng Qingcheng wanted to get up, but his lower body was so painful that he had to give up after struggling.

She doesn't want to die...

She doesn't want to die...

Anxiang took the sword and moved closer, and Feng Qingcheng was so scared that his body rubbed against the ground and shrank backwards.

A hint of impatience flashed between the stunning eyebrows and eyes of the boy in red, and he gently spit out two words: "Dark fragrance."

This is a urge to order.

Originally, seeing Feng Qingcheng was an unarmed weak woman, Anxiang never thought of killing her.

pity.

Who asked the young master to speak in person?

Looking at Feng Qingcheng's beautiful and terrified little face, Anxiang drove out the last hint of unbearableness and hesitation in her heart.

Momo said in his heart: I'm sorry.

Slim hands, raise the sword...

Feng Qingcheng's beautiful eyes showed a terrified look, and he saw a woman in black swaying her sword and slashing at her head.

She closed her eyes in fear and shouted loudly to beg for mercy.

"Ahhhhh, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Chapter completed!