Chapter 664 (2/2)

With a faint smile, song Yunfeng followed him. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to Xiao Ge at all. In his eyes, Ning Xinjing is still in his bag.

As night fell, two shadows quickly shuttled over the capital, one before the other, and headed straight out of the city.

Xiao Ge doesn't use blink, so his speed is not very fast. Song Yunfeng, who has been following him effortlessly, naturally feels that he has the chance to win.

When Xiao Ge finally stopped, they were already on the Great Wall.

The cold wind howls, but Xiao GE's voice is still clear: ”two years ago, Li Yuntian died here. Since you are all dragon messengers, I'll find you the same place to bury your bones.”

”Is it up to you?” Song Yunfeng's tone had a strong disdain, ”Xiao Ge, with your poor cultivation, you want to kill me? If I didn't want you to see Ning Xinjing under me, you would be dead now. ”

”You know what? As you said just now, you have been declared dead. ” Xiao Ge said slowly, and then turned to Ning Xinjing, ”if I kill him, will you blame me?”

Ning Xinjing shook his head gently: ”although I want to kill him myself, I know I can't do it, so if you can help me kill this beast inferior thing, I will still appreciate you.”

”Well, do you really want to kill him yourself?” Xiao Ge looked at Ning Xinjing seriously, ”if you really want to, then I will let you achieve your wish.”

”I've always wanted to kill him personally and use his head to honor my parents, but it's too hard. He's from the immortal gate, and I'm just an ancient warrior. I can never enter the immortal gate, let alone kill him.” Ning Xinjing said in a low voice, some helpless tone, but also some unwilling, not hand blade enemy, for her, after all, is a pity.

”I promise you'll kill him yourself.” Xiao Ge said slowly.

”The so-called ignorant are fearless, Xiao Ge, this sentence is really suitable for you.” Song Yunfeng shook his head and sighed, ”I really want to know why you are so confident that you can let Ning Xinjing kill me?”

”Make a bet, dare you?” Xiao Ge looks at Song Yunfeng and asks lazily.

”How to bet?” Song Yunfeng asked faintly.

”It's very simple. I bet that on Tomb Sweeping Day in more than two months' time, Xinjing will kill you personally, and then put your head in front of her parents' grave.” Xiao Ge said leisurely: ”how about it? Do you dare to bet? ”

Song Yunfeng showed a mocking smile on his face: ”Xiao Ge, do you think I will be fooled by such a simple strategy of delaying war?”

”So you dare not gamble?” Xiao Ge looked scornful.