Chapter 391 (1/2)

If it wasn't for her quick reaction and blocking with her arm, then her head and face would be rotten at this time.

This woman, trying to destroy her face.

Feng Yu's heart subconsciously sends out a trace of chill, never realizing that this woman is so vicious.

Oh, she wanted to destroy her head and face. How much did she hate her?

It seems that she is the Dragon Zixuan let people rape her hatred, all to her head, well, she is now with the Dragon Zixuan together.

Therefore, even if she wants to count all of them on her head, it's not impossible.

”Miss Feng, how's the taste of this corrosive water?”

Yuelingyan's gorgeous face is wearing a very gentle smile, which is the same as she used to be, but the chill and hatred in her eyes make people feel numb.

She casually put away the bone porcelain vase, but her eyes fell on Fengyu's arm dripping with blood.

”How do you know I'm coming out today? Did you send someone to stare at me outside the chief's office? ”

Feng Yu took a deep breath and put her arm down. It seemed that she could not feel the pain any more. She let the blood of her arm drip, and soon there was another blood drop on the ground.

She squints a pair of eyes, suppresses the murderous and fierce air at the bottom of the eyes, and looks at the moon spirit smoke coldly. This woman chooses this opportunity to attack her, and with corrosive water in her hands, she is obviously well prepared.

How could she be so sure to meet her in Xiaohua street today?

The only explanation is that she sent someone to stare at her outside the headmaster's house. I'm afraid she knew all about her journey with the dragon dance night.

Yuelingyan's lips started, and his tone was lightly sarcastic. ”Now that I've guessed it, why do you want to ask me in vain?”

Feng Yu's eyelids drooped down, and the corners of his lips raised a bloodthirsty radian. He said in a gloomy voice, ”Princess Lingyan, I don't know. Have you ever heard of treating people with their own way?”

”So?” The month spirit smoke voice says sarcastically, ”Feng girl is to plan how to return to come back?”

”You'll soon know.”

Feng Yu's voice is as evil as hell's rising. With a move of her mind, a packet of powder appears in her palm. With a wave of her arm, the powder flies to the moon spirit smoke.

The moon spirit smoke Mou son twinkled for a while, the soft body quickly toward one side to dodge, attempt to dodge those powder.

She can't forget how strange she was when it snowed in the north gate.

Feng Yu's eyes crossed with a touch of ridicule. Yuelingyan was just the cultivation of Yuanjing, and she also wanted to escape from her. She thought that the cultivation of the monk of huaxujing was just a show.

If you let her escape this time, she might as well wave a knife to kill herself. Otherwise, I'm so sorry for the bleeding and aching arm.

Her palms moved, and her palms were full of spiritual power. It seemed that a gust of wind was rolling up in the air, which was as dense as an iron net towards the moon spirit cigarette.

Yuelingyan's nose moved for a moment, as if she had inhaled something. She immediately covered her nose and coughed. She coughed very hard. I don't know. I'm afraid she would think that she was going to cough up her lungs.