Chapter 274
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Chapter 274 Don't Be So Arrogant If You Don't Want to Die
Near midnight, rain began to fall from the sky, dripping patter on the tiles of the houses, the stone slabs of the street, the steps in front of the house, and other places.
Walking in the rain with an oiled paper umbrella, under the oiled paper umbrella, Feng Qingyan's eyes showed no emotion at all, she wore a cloak hat on her head, the cold wind blew the cloak on her body, mixed with drizzle.
She held the sleeping little fox in her arms. There was rain on the ground, but every step she took was very steady, but the skirt and embroidered shoes were splashed wet by the rain.
In front, two people rushed out suddenly, Feng Qingyan stopped, raised her eyelids slightly, her face was cold.
The two men came towards her, and five or six men in black with long swords rushed out from behind them, and they were chasing closely, with awe-inspiring killing intent.
As they got closer, she saw the faces of the two people clearly, as if they were two people they had met somewhere.
Before the two of them got close to her, two or three men in black jumped in front of them and blocked their way. When the two of them stopped, they also took a defensive posture.
Feng Qingyan has been standing there watching quietly, these people's target is not her, and now there is no extra manpower to take care of her.
They fought together, sharp weapons made a clashing sound, and one of the men in black cultivated water-type spiritual power, and the heavy rain became his best weapon.
The rainwater gathered and formed water balls, and then spread out with a "bang" from the attack, and the spiritual power contained in the water hit the two people.
All of a sudden, all kinds of spiritual attacks were used, and they fought very excitingly, but when they were dodging, several attacks went towards Feng Qingyan.
With a "bang", a water polo fell under her feet, and the splash of water wet her skirt.
"Hi, my skirt is dirty." The voice was a bit cold, she was still standing there, the cold wind blowing her dress, outlining her figure.
"Go away if you don't want to die!" One of the men in black replied impatiently, very arrogantly.
The coldness in Feng Qingyan's eyes deepened a bit.
The little fox in her arms had woken up a long time ago. Feeling a dangerous aura at this moment, she couldn't help but jumped out of Feng Qingyan's arms, and then ran towards the house on the side, where there was a roof to shelter from the rain.
Feng Qingyan didn't care about it, twisted her wrist, she took a step forward, and she jumped in front of the man in black.
"Don't be so arrogant if you don't want to die."
After finishing speaking, she kicked sideways in an instant, the cloak hat on her head fell off with her movement, and her long hair was blown up in the wind.
The man in black was caught off guard and stepped back again and again. When the other men in black saw Feng Qingyan attacking, they also started to besiege her. Because of this, the two men who were hunted down before were able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Facing the weak, Feng Qingyan sometimes disdains to clean up, but if she really does, her way of killing people has always been very simple and straightforward.
The hand raised the knife and fell, but in an instant.
The bodies of the men in black fell slowly, and the rain fell on them, already drenching them completely.
Feng Qingyan stood in the rain, and the red dress she was wearing was also stained with rainwater. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and a sword in the other hand. The rain fell on the sword, making a voiceless sound , washing the blood on the sword, over and over again.
The two people who were hunted down before were injured, they supported each other, and they walked up to Feng Qingyan. They wanted to thank her, but when they saw her face, they exclaimed, "You, you are not, Is it that person from last time?"
With her lips parted slightly, she let out a breath, Feng Qingyan turned her head slightly, and looked at them, her expression was still as cold as before.
"You, you don't remember us? When you were in Dali Temple last month, you saved us." The speaker looked a little fat. hand.
As for the other person, his expression was very cold, but when he saw Feng Qingyan, he was relieved a little.
The two people in front of them are the third and fourth children of Ruxiang Wang's family.
"So?" Feng Qingyan slightly raised her eyebrows.
However, both of them were taken aback for a moment, not understanding.
"Go back, you may not be so lucky next time." She threw the long sword on the ground, opened her mouth lightly, slightly retracted her delicate long eyelashes, turned around and was about to leave.
To her, they were just insignificant people, if they hadn't mentioned Dali Temple, she really wouldn't be able to think of these two people.
"But you saved us twice, and we haven't repaid you yet." Wang Laosi said eagerly, the rain slid across his face, he raised his hand, and gently wiped it with his wet sleeve.
Feng Qingyan's footsteps stopped, she was silent for a while, and she said again, "No need, if you really want to repay, then next time. See you by fate."
She left in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her back showing a sense of arrogance, and the rain-stained skirt swayed gently with the steps she took.
The two brothers of the Wang family didn't say anything else. Seeing her like this, they turned around. They supported each other and walked towards the other side. They turned into an alley and disappeared.
Feng Qingyan walked to the row of houses, stopped, and glanced over, but did not see the little fox under the eaves.
But when Wei Wei looked up, under the pitch-black eaves, she saw...
a black bird?
The small black bird landed on the beams of the eaves, looking around with its small round eyes, then it flew towards the ground, but it suddenly changed in the middle of the air.
In just a moment, the original blackbird had snow-white hair, four short legs, a fluffy fox tail, and furry fox ears.
She stepped forward quickly, raised her hand, caught the little fox that was about to fall to the ground, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you know how to change magic?"
"Mother, mother, will~"
The little fox didn't speak very neatly, but it didn't prevent her from hearing what it said clearly.
"Understand the art of transformation..." Feng Qingyan began to think deeply, and then said with a smile: "Then I will call you Huanhuan from now on, it is simple and easy to remember."
"Huan, Huanhuan?" There was doubt in the little fox's words.
She hugged it in her arms, rubbed its head gently with her hand, and left in the direction she had walked before.
"Well, Huanhuan, it actually sounds pretty good."
"From now on, you'll be Little Huanhuan."
**
Feng Qingyan took Huanhuan along and walked away gradually. At that time, Huanhuan didn't want to nestle in her arms, so she kept lying on her shoulder.
But suddenly-
"Flower, flower..."
Huanhuan couldn't finish a complete sentence, and Feng Qingyan didn't know what it was going to say.
"Osmanthus cake? Hibiscus cake? Short flower cake?"
Feng Qingyan reported the names of a few pastries, and she felt that the only thing that Huan Huan could miss was the food.
Huanhuan: "..."
Seeing Huan Huan shook her head slightly, she then carefully recalled the things about flowers, and then suddenly, she thought of something.
She raised her hand to touch her hair, and her hand was empty, and the expression in her eyes changed at the same time.
She found that the pearl flower that should have been pinned in her hair was gone.
It was sent by Ye Yunshen.
Feng Qingyan brought Huanhuan back to the previous place again, and just came to a house not far away, but when she was about to step out, she saw a person, and she retracted her steps.
The heavy rain was still falling, she hid beside the house and peeked breathlessly, but she only saw a silhouette of the man.
Judging from his body shape, he should be a man.
Guess!Guess!Must guess!Definitely guess!
Who is who, who is he, who is he! !
(End of this chapter)
Near midnight, rain began to fall from the sky, dripping patter on the tiles of the houses, the stone slabs of the street, the steps in front of the house, and other places.
Walking in the rain with an oiled paper umbrella, under the oiled paper umbrella, Feng Qingyan's eyes showed no emotion at all, she wore a cloak hat on her head, the cold wind blew the cloak on her body, mixed with drizzle.
She held the sleeping little fox in her arms. There was rain on the ground, but every step she took was very steady, but the skirt and embroidered shoes were splashed wet by the rain.
In front, two people rushed out suddenly, Feng Qingyan stopped, raised her eyelids slightly, her face was cold.
The two men came towards her, and five or six men in black with long swords rushed out from behind them, and they were chasing closely, with awe-inspiring killing intent.
As they got closer, she saw the faces of the two people clearly, as if they were two people they had met somewhere.
Before the two of them got close to her, two or three men in black jumped in front of them and blocked their way. When the two of them stopped, they also took a defensive posture.
Feng Qingyan has been standing there watching quietly, these people's target is not her, and now there is no extra manpower to take care of her.
They fought together, sharp weapons made a clashing sound, and one of the men in black cultivated water-type spiritual power, and the heavy rain became his best weapon.
The rainwater gathered and formed water balls, and then spread out with a "bang" from the attack, and the spiritual power contained in the water hit the two people.
All of a sudden, all kinds of spiritual attacks were used, and they fought very excitingly, but when they were dodging, several attacks went towards Feng Qingyan.
With a "bang", a water polo fell under her feet, and the splash of water wet her skirt.
"Hi, my skirt is dirty." The voice was a bit cold, she was still standing there, the cold wind blowing her dress, outlining her figure.
"Go away if you don't want to die!" One of the men in black replied impatiently, very arrogantly.
The coldness in Feng Qingyan's eyes deepened a bit.
The little fox in her arms had woken up a long time ago. Feeling a dangerous aura at this moment, she couldn't help but jumped out of Feng Qingyan's arms, and then ran towards the house on the side, where there was a roof to shelter from the rain.
Feng Qingyan didn't care about it, twisted her wrist, she took a step forward, and she jumped in front of the man in black.
"Don't be so arrogant if you don't want to die."
After finishing speaking, she kicked sideways in an instant, the cloak hat on her head fell off with her movement, and her long hair was blown up in the wind.
The man in black was caught off guard and stepped back again and again. When the other men in black saw Feng Qingyan attacking, they also started to besiege her. Because of this, the two men who were hunted down before were able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Facing the weak, Feng Qingyan sometimes disdains to clean up, but if she really does, her way of killing people has always been very simple and straightforward.
The hand raised the knife and fell, but in an instant.
The bodies of the men in black fell slowly, and the rain fell on them, already drenching them completely.
Feng Qingyan stood in the rain, and the red dress she was wearing was also stained with rainwater. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and a sword in the other hand. The rain fell on the sword, making a voiceless sound , washing the blood on the sword, over and over again.
The two people who were hunted down before were injured, they supported each other, and they walked up to Feng Qingyan. They wanted to thank her, but when they saw her face, they exclaimed, "You, you are not, Is it that person from last time?"
With her lips parted slightly, she let out a breath, Feng Qingyan turned her head slightly, and looked at them, her expression was still as cold as before.
"You, you don't remember us? When you were in Dali Temple last month, you saved us." The speaker looked a little fat. hand.
As for the other person, his expression was very cold, but when he saw Feng Qingyan, he was relieved a little.
The two people in front of them are the third and fourth children of Ruxiang Wang's family.
"So?" Feng Qingyan slightly raised her eyebrows.
However, both of them were taken aback for a moment, not understanding.
"Go back, you may not be so lucky next time." She threw the long sword on the ground, opened her mouth lightly, slightly retracted her delicate long eyelashes, turned around and was about to leave.
To her, they were just insignificant people, if they hadn't mentioned Dali Temple, she really wouldn't be able to think of these two people.
"But you saved us twice, and we haven't repaid you yet." Wang Laosi said eagerly, the rain slid across his face, he raised his hand, and gently wiped it with his wet sleeve.
Feng Qingyan's footsteps stopped, she was silent for a while, and she said again, "No need, if you really want to repay, then next time. See you by fate."
She left in the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella, her back showing a sense of arrogance, and the rain-stained skirt swayed gently with the steps she took.
The two brothers of the Wang family didn't say anything else. Seeing her like this, they turned around. They supported each other and walked towards the other side. They turned into an alley and disappeared.
Feng Qingyan walked to the row of houses, stopped, and glanced over, but did not see the little fox under the eaves.
But when Wei Wei looked up, under the pitch-black eaves, she saw...
a black bird?
The small black bird landed on the beams of the eaves, looking around with its small round eyes, then it flew towards the ground, but it suddenly changed in the middle of the air.
In just a moment, the original blackbird had snow-white hair, four short legs, a fluffy fox tail, and furry fox ears.
She stepped forward quickly, raised her hand, caught the little fox that was about to fall to the ground, smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you know how to change magic?"
"Mother, mother, will~"
The little fox didn't speak very neatly, but it didn't prevent her from hearing what it said clearly.
"Understand the art of transformation..." Feng Qingyan began to think deeply, and then said with a smile: "Then I will call you Huanhuan from now on, it is simple and easy to remember."
"Huan, Huanhuan?" There was doubt in the little fox's words.
She hugged it in her arms, rubbed its head gently with her hand, and left in the direction she had walked before.
"Well, Huanhuan, it actually sounds pretty good."
"From now on, you'll be Little Huanhuan."
**
Feng Qingyan took Huanhuan along and walked away gradually. At that time, Huanhuan didn't want to nestle in her arms, so she kept lying on her shoulder.
But suddenly-
"Flower, flower..."
Huanhuan couldn't finish a complete sentence, and Feng Qingyan didn't know what it was going to say.
"Osmanthus cake? Hibiscus cake? Short flower cake?"
Feng Qingyan reported the names of a few pastries, and she felt that the only thing that Huan Huan could miss was the food.
Huanhuan: "..."
Seeing Huan Huan shook her head slightly, she then carefully recalled the things about flowers, and then suddenly, she thought of something.
She raised her hand to touch her hair, and her hand was empty, and the expression in her eyes changed at the same time.
She found that the pearl flower that should have been pinned in her hair was gone.
It was sent by Ye Yunshen.
Feng Qingyan brought Huanhuan back to the previous place again, and just came to a house not far away, but when she was about to step out, she saw a person, and she retracted her steps.
The heavy rain was still falling, she hid beside the house and peeked breathlessly, but she only saw a silhouette of the man.
Judging from his body shape, he should be a man.
Guess!Guess!Must guess!Definitely guess!
Who is who, who is he, who is he! !
(End of this chapter)