Chapter 243 (1/2)

It's night again.

In a brightly lit mansion, a stout middle-aged man, dressed in thin silk, with a dark green and terrible light in his eyes, looked at the three seven or eight year old children on the bed.

These three children, including a girl and two boys, are very beautiful and attractive when they are young. At this moment, the three children are holding together. Their thin and young bodies are shivering, and their eyes are looking at the dwarf man approaching on the ground with fear.

The daughter suddenly burst into tears. The shrill cry sounded. The middle-aged man didn't feel bored and angry. Instead, a twisted excitement appeared in his eyes. It was abnormal.

He suddenly accelerated the pace, toward the bed, ”baby don't cry, brother immediately hurt you.”

At this time, the window suddenly opened, a sound, a cold wind came in, the middle-aged man stopped, turned to look at the window, mouth scolded a bad luck.

He turned his steps towards the window and closed it with a movement of his hands.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a mysterious man in black on the table. He looked at him coldly with his eyes. He turned his head slightly and saw the three children on the bed. He didn't know when they fainted.

The stout man immediately felt a chill in his heart. He stared at the man in black warily and said, ”who are you?”

The man in black's body moved, and his voice could not tell whether it was a man or a woman. He said coldly, ”the man who takes your life, scum, let's die.”

As he moved his hand, dozens of white feathers appeared in the palm of his hand. The short and fat man immediately remembered the rumors that had been spread around not long ago. His face suddenly changed, and his lips trembled and said, ”you are flying feathers...”

Before he had finished speaking, he saw that a dozen feathers, like sharp blades, cut through the air and shot at him. This short and fat man was the cultivation of the peak of tongxuan realm. He wanted to urge his body to escape, but his body seemed to be fixed. He couldn't move at all. He could only watch the cold light of the feather shoot at him.

Poop, poop

The stout man had no time to scream, and a dozen feathers shot in from his eyebrows, throat and heart, which was fatal.

His eyes were huge, and the bottom of his eyes was full of fear and reluctance. His body hit the ground with a bang, and he was obviously out of breath. Even if he was out of breath, his eyes didn't close.

Feng Yu's eyes looked at him coldly and hummed. This garbage has a strange habit. She likes to play with children. With her wealth, she doesn't know how many children have died in these years.

It's ridiculous that there is no law in this martial arts world. Therefore, he has done so many immoral things, and no one has come to deal with him, so that he has been free until today.

Although she Fengyu is not a good person, she will never kill a good person in vain. As long as she is not a heartless person, who will kill a good person?

Otherwise, bad people will not come to a good end. Even if they do so many bad things, there will always be other bad people to deal with them.

Bad people? Naturally, no one else is worse than him. This person is worse than her. Of course, she will destroy him.

She is also a bad person, so one day, there will be other people to clean up. The end of this person may be the end of her future. However, if one day, she really falls into this situation, she will never blame anyone.

Because she knew that if she really fell into this situation, it was also her retribution.

Phoenix feather hand a shake, Mo Ling then come down from her wrist, a few black canes wave in the mid air, a breath of darkness sent out.

”Old rule, you hang this scum to the gate, I'll search the treasure house.”

”Yes, master.”

Mo Ling rattan a move, then the dead man on the ground rolled up, changing the body of not a small move, then dragged the man from the window flexible move out.

Fengyu turns to see the three children who are dizzy by her on the bed, turns around and leaves the room.

*

the sun is shining.

Zizhu peak.

Feng Yu is lying on the table by the window of the room, holding a brush in his hand, and his eyes fall on the list on the table. There are more than 30 names on it, and more than 10 of them have been crossed.

She found a name, picked up the pen, dipped it in cinnabar, drew a red fork on it, then put down the pen, folded the list and put it away.

It's been more than a month since the fenggong guild began to operate, and it's gradually on the right track. Ye Qian is really capable. In this month, not only the fenggong guild at the foot of Dongxuan mountain has been officially put into operation, but also one has been built in the Imperial City, and even other cities have begun to be built.

The business of fenggong guild is very good. At the beginning of its operation, the source of customers far exceeds other guilds.

Of course, all this is due to Feng Yu. She has learned a lot from the marketing strategies of the 21st century. This method is very novel in this world, so it has aroused many people's curiosity, so that friars who are curious about the operation mode of Feng palace will come together to observe.If you encounter something you are interested in, you will buy it.