C102 (2/2)

< p > Where is the safest place?

Did he want his family to move to Ku Chan Temple?

Not suitable.

For a moment, Duan Hong felt that his thoughts were in disarray.

The Red Phoenix was hoping so. Seeing that Duan Hong wasn't paying attention, she secretly pulled down his skirt with his left hand and hid a short knife at the base of her thigh. To deal with a person like Duan Hong, one needed to be ten times more careful.

”Little brother, whether or not you can fight against Momochi Family is up to you. You can't fight against the gigantic organization called the Shura, but when I get the message, the higher ups will start paying attention to you. When the time comes, those who can't fight against it will be the dead. If you had followed me, none of this would have happened! ”

Hong Fenghuang still held onto a glimmer of hope for Duan Hong, as he was a talent that was hard to come by.

The more he could keep, the more he would stay!

Duan Hong shook his head, his mood a little terrible. He was not worried for himself, but for his family, and wanted to think of a way to protect them.

In that instant, the Red Phoenix stretched out her hand like lightning. She pulled out a curved blade with a hook on it from the base of her thigh and stabbed it towards Duan Hong's chest. At this moment, her speed was even faster than Absolute Dust.

The sudden change in events had made it difficult for Duan Hong to hold on. Just as his brain reacted, the curved blade carrying the cold air had already pierced into his chest.

Hong Fenghuang's blood-stained mouth was filled with excitement.

Duan Hong dodged as much as he could.

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< p > ”Chi!

He was still a bit slow, but at least he managed to avoid the crucial point. He stabbed Duan Hong's right chest with the half of the blade.

Hot, fresh blood gushed out from the slit in the blade, instantly staining Duan Hong's T-shirt and the red phoenix's white hands.

< p > ”I said, what I want must be mine, if not mine, then it must be destroyed!”

Hong Fenghuang screamed.

Duan Hong did not dare to breathe. Afraid that the blood flow would accelerate, he held onto Hong Fenghuang's wrist with both of his hands tightly, preventing the scimitar from entering even a little bit more.

The dense smell of blood rushed into Duan Hong's nose, making him dizzy. He immediately understood that this was a bad feeling.

Angry and berserk emotions flooded his mind. His originally clear eyes instantly turned red, as if they were dyed red by blood.

Duan Hong's consciousness was disappearing bit by bit, and the scenery in front of his eyes was becoming blurry. Finally, with a bang, his mind completely fell, and his consciousness disappeared. What replaced it were various orders to kill.

Suddenly, Duan Hong's strength increased explosively. With a muffled roar, he grabbed Hong Fenghuang's hand and threw her out, and at the same time, pulled out the curved blade that was stabbed into her chest.

Blood immediately spurted out, and Duan Hong's current temperament had completely changed. His mind was completely still, his two red eyes looking at his chest, as he reached out to pat it a few times.

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< p > ”What about him?” ”This is …

Hong Fenghuang didn't know about Violent Spirit s, and her entire person fell to the ground in fright, retreating continuously. Her red colored clothes were torn, revealing her white and tight thighs.

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