Ma'am, I'm afraid when you come [AA]

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Chapter 62: Thank you Madame for your guidance.

"Girl, why? Xia Feng stared at her dry and mean upper half of her face and asked coldly, "Where did my mother treat you badly when she was alive?" Where is Xia Guogong's Mansion sorry for you?

"Oh, you're not sorry for me. Aunt Wei pulled off the coarse cloth neck sleeve and looked at her with a mocking face, "It was I who repaid virtue with a grudge, I was born a concubine, and I was sent to the Xia family to be a concubine, but I was not grateful to the main mother." It is my villain's heart, and the great virtue of others rewards me with a lot of food, but it is restless and guards myself.

Xia Feng didn't want to continue listening to her pitiful nonsense, and the blade came out of the sheath: "It's good that the villains have lived under the same roof for more than ten years." Girl, be honest, I'll send you away.

"Xia Feng, do you know what I hate the most in my life? Aunt Wei's sunken eyes widened into a pair of dead fish eyes, and she said viciously, "You guys look like self-righteous, high-ranking alms." It's disgusting!

"You are hopeless! Xia Feng jumped, the blade of the sword rushed straight towards Aunt Wei, and seven or eight men in black around him came out in response, covered with black towels, holding a snake-headed scimitar.

Xia Feng paused at his feet and whistled. The sonorous and orderly footsteps of the Xia Family Army came from outside the wall, instantly surrounding the entire restaurant.

The two sides exchanged hands, and Aunt Wei hid in the corner of the wall in a panic, and felt a Qiang flute from her sleeve, a crisp and harsh sound, mixed with sadness and weirdness.

Xia Feng instinctively stopped moving when he heard the familiar and strange tone, but the severe headache did not come with it.

She only spent a moment in a trance before regaining her concentration, passing over the fighting crowd, pulling and pulling Aunt Wei at close range, and snatching the Qiang flute in her hand.

"Girl, do you want to repeat the old trick? Xia Feng sneered, raised her hand to remove the two elbows she was trying to struggle, turned around and ordered: "This group of Qiang dogs have been cleaned up for me, and the flower on the wall will continue to remain, see if you can catch other fish."
After she
finished speaking, she looked at Aunt Wei who was full of indignation: "Auntie, if you have anything to say, let's go to the prison and say it."
Aunt
Wei suddenly struggled to raise her head, her face was full of bruises, and the dead fish eyes stared at her fiercely: "Xia Feng, if you go against the Heavenly God, one day you will be crushed to ashes, your soul will be pecked by a vulture, and you will never be at peace."

"Oh, don't bother. Xia Feng didn't care, "I will cut this Heavenly God of Laoshizi first."
After she
finished speaking, she threw Aunt Wei into the hands of the guards and walked out of the courtyard.

Xia Feng walked to the door of the backyard and instinctively sensed that something was not right. The black-clothed man in the courtyard gradually fell behind, and the people passing by hid far away, and only a few daring ones couldn't help but peek curiously.

There were her people in all directions, and there were a large number of patrols not far away, the chrysanthemums on the walls were sunburned, and the sparse petals were messy in the wind.

She closed her eyes, and all kinds of sounds in the distance and near were bustling into her ears, the smell of blood floating in the air, and... It is the smell of fireworks.

"Withdraw, get out of here. Xia Feng turned his head and shouted, "Hurry up!" A

violent explosion sounded in his ears, and Xia Feng jumped out of the courtyard, being hit by the heat wave and standing unsteadily, falling with severe pain in his back, and his ears were struggling.

She turned her head with eyes full of Venus, smoke billowed behind her, and the entire restaurant had been razed to the ground. The soldiers who did not have time to retreat were blown up to the point of blood, and they were miserable.

The people watched the drastic changes occur, and reacted and hurriedly stepped forward to feed Xia Feng and help clean up the mess together.

Xia Feng was firmly held by a strong woman, covering her chest and coughing for half a sound before taking a breath. She stumbled back the sword she had thrown on the ground, and looked coldly at the panicked crowd around her.

"Big sister, help me tell them later, go to the north city gate to find me two miles away." She patted the woman who had been supporting her, flipped up to the roof, and quickly chased north along the jagged black-tiled ridge.

Before the woman could react, she saw the person in her hand disappear in an instant, jumped up and shouted at Xia Feng's back that had long disappeared: "Shuai, be careful." The

person who rescued Aunt Wei was emaciated and wearing an inconspicuous gray robe, and he obviously had a plan, holding Aunt Wei all the way and running north along the hidden street.

Xia Feng, fearing to be thrown off on the ground, chased after him from a high place, and followed the two out of the north city gate. After leaving the city, the people were sparse and empty, and she had no scruples, and while running, she took out the dagger in her sleeve and threw it forward.

I don't know who the dagger stabbed, and the blood was spilled in the wilderness, and the footsteps of the two people in front slowed down. Xia Feng borrowed the power under his feet, jumped in the air, and blocked in front of the two.

The man in gray wore a hood and wrapped his arms around Aunt Wei tightly, revealing only a pair of loose and dry eyes, and the fear in his eyes could not be concealed.

He pushed the trembling Aunt Wei behind him, raised the short knife in his hand, and rushed straight towards Xia Feng.

Xia Feng smiled contemptuously, dodged his two attacks with all his strength, the scabbard slammed into the knee of the gray-clothed man, the blade was picked, and the gray mask cracked in response, revealing the face of the black and thin Sven.

Yu Xian lay on the ground in embarrassment, and wanted to attack again, Xia Feng directly hit the flying short knife and stepped on his right finger bone.

Aunt Wei's calf was pierced by a dagger, and she trembled and knelt on the ground, blocking in front of the gray-clothed man, her face full of tears and pleading: "Miss, Miss, everything in Huaiyuan was done by me, the eldest sister was killed by me, and the assassin who assassinated the grandfather of the country was also arranged by me." It was me who hurt heaven and reason, it was me who could not recover, and it had nothing to do with him.

Xia Feng looked at the two of them condescendingly, and the resentment on Aunt Wei's face had long disappeared, crying so sadly that she couldn't stop twitching.

The first time she saw Aunt Wei's indifferent face with such a rich expression, she took advantage of this scene, indescribable irony, and asked, "Yu Xian, who are you?"

Yu Xian moved his lips, and before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"He... He is a man of Huaiyuan. We met as teenagers and made a private lifelong agreement. Afterward...... Your grandfather coveted vanity and sent me to the Xia Mansion. And sent people to slaughter their entire family, and he struggled to escape. None of this has anything to do with him.
Aunt
Wei blocked Yu Xian, who seemed to have something to say behind her, and said her words intermittently, crying sadly: "Miss, he really doesn't know anything."

"He doesn't know? Xia Feng said sarcastically, "Auntie, you grew up in the inner mansion, how could you get on the line with Nai Man, is it Yu Xian secretly instigating?"

"No, it's not! Aunt Wei shook her head in horror, "It's me, I did everything, it's my brother, it's Wei Yu, it's him who directs me."

"Wei Yu is dead, and the people you sent have succeeded. Xia Feng's eyes looked at her with a little pity, and turned to a cold voice: "Yu Xian, he said that you are from Huaiyuan, are you?" "

Great handsome," Yu Xian raised his head and pulled out a sneer, "If you want to kill, kill, what nonsense."

"No, it's not. Aunt Wei was so hurried that she was incoherent, "No, he is not a Qiang.

"Is that Heren?" Xia Feng asked.

Aunt Wei was stunned for a moment, trembling and shedding tears: "No, he is really a nostalgic person." Twenty years ago, the Yu family in Liuyun Lane was slandered and slaughtered by the enemy.

"I care who you are. Xia Feng heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from not far away, withdrew the bloodstained long sword into its scabbard, and said unhurriedly, "Auntie, go back with me and explain slowly."
Aunt
Wei knew that once it fell into Xia Feng's hands, Yu Lang, who had been longing for many years, would have no way to live, and the whole person lost her proportions, shouting like a mad demon: "Miss, this has nothing to do with him." It was my father, who coveted the Virgin's occult arts, leaked the news, recruited Wang Mao's evil wolf, it was he who killed your mother. Once..."

She suddenly froze, looked down at her chest and abdomen, and turned her intact left hand into an eagle's claw and grabbed her heart from behind.

At the last moment of Aunt Wei's life, when she saw the person who promised herself a thousand gold promises, there was only a fierce smile on her face. It was as if she heard the crunch of broken bones and the clatter of blood flowing.

Xia Feng watched as the blood stained the cloth skirt on Aunt Wei's body, and the long sword was unsheathed, pointing directly at Yu Xian on the ground.

Yu Xian pushed Aunt Wei's body forward, blocked the blade, rolled a few times, and soared into the air.

"Xia Feng, how long do you think you can still be arrogant? Yu Xian's right hand was weakly pulled, and his face was covered with blood, revealing a hideous smile, "I heard that Wang Mao went back to the south, what do you think he went for?" This Central Plains is destined to become the territory of the heavenly gods.

After he said the last word, he turned sharply and ran.

Xia Feng was about to chase, when he heard the whistling of arrows behind him, he froze. The feather arrow drew a beautiful straight line in the air, and accurately fell into the heart of Xianhou, and he stumbled two steps and threw himself into the barren grass.

"The accuracy is good, the strength is poor. Xia Feng stepped forward and kicked Yu Xian, who had already swallowed his breath, turned his head to look at Xiao Mingchen, who turned over and dismounted, and approached Xiao Mingchen in front of him, "If this is replaced by a big man like Qiang in armor or Xu Shi, it is estimated that you will not be able to shoot this arrow."

"I used to shoot rabbits in the autumn, and the first time I shot someone, I didn't expect to be able to shoot. Xiao Mingchen bent his eyes with a smile and threw his clothes away: "Thank you Madame for your guidance, I will practice diligently in the future." "

Xiao Mingchen's phrase 'practice diligently' is just polite and polite, and he does not care at all. His Royal Highness King Ning is the most self-aware, and he knows his jin two well. Since childhood, following the master in the palace to learn martial arts has only strengthened his body, learned a little flower rack, and can't walk two tricks under Xia Feng's hands.

But what he didn't expect was that Xia Feng was distracted. The next day, before dawn, I shook him up and practiced swords together, with a tough attitude and no negotiation.

Xiao Mingchen slept restlessly the night before, and was sleepily pulled to the school by Xia Feng, holding the wooden sword stuffed into his arms and trying to muddle through: "A Feng, I don't think it's necessary." With you, who can hurt me.

"Can I always be by your side, without leaving an inch?" Xia Feng was dissatisfied, and knocked his straight shoulder back with a wooden sword: "Yu Xian can't be a foreign fine work, and he can blow up a restaurant in Huaiyuan City under my nose." The world is so big, there are many uncontrollable accidents. Your Highness, you have been slacking off for too long, do you still know how to hold a sword?

"I think the gunpowder was buried by him a long time ago, and it just happened to be used." Xiao Mingchen shook his head resolutely, and yawned: "Didn't you find it, Aunt Wei is dead, what danger can Huaiyuan have?" Ah Feng, I'm so sleepy.

"You have a poor physical foundation, you always have nightmares when you sleep, and you can be mentally strange during the day." Xia Feng helplessly persuaded, "There are too many doubts about this matter, and the parties are all dead." I'm not even entirely sure about their relationship. Moreover, I am sure that there are definitely more than these few of Huaiyuan's detailed works.

"But..." Xiao Mingchen's words before he could come out of his mouth saw her face was bad and swallowed back, and he couldn't find any other reason to refute it, so he had to bow his head: "Okay,"