"Jiang Yuelong!"
Ling Feng's heart moved slightly, this was a good hostage. However, he suddenly shook his head. Jiang Yunfan was a heroic figure who pursued power and martial arts. Not to mention his daughter, even his son who inherited the incense would probably not blink an eye when he needed to sacrifice.
At this time, Jiang Yuelong also discovered Ling Feng, her expression suddenly darkened, she stood up and drew her sword, with murderous intent in her eyes, and said coldly: "Lin Feng, I finally found you!"
Ling Feng smiled and said: "Do you regret running away from the marriage? It's not too late to regret it now. I can be merciful and take you as my eighteenth concubine!"
"A ghost is your concubine! It's you who made this girl unable to return home. I will definitely kill you today!"
Jiang Yuelong stared at Ling Feng with hatred in his eyes, and said coldly that he was going to kill him with his sword.
Ling Feng said quickly: "Wait a minute, you have to make this clear. It was you who escaped from the marriage, is it my fault?"
Jiang Yuelong snorted: "Let me make it clear to you! Now the whole Jiujiang County is saying that this girl ran away with someone on her wedding day. My father said that I had damaged his reputation and kicked me out of the house. All of this has happened It's you who caused it, tell me whether you deserve to die!"
"That being said, I seem to deserve a damn!"
Ling Feng smiled and said, "If no one wants you, you might as well become my eighteenth concubine."
"Don't even think about it, I will not let you go easy even if I die! Just suffer death!"
Jiang Yuelong sneered, then activated his true energy, condensed the dark red sword light, and stabbed Ling Feng quickly with his sword. She was also an extremely expert, only one step away from the innate realm. At this moment, she suddenly exploded, as fast as lightning, and killed the three inches between Ling Feng's eyebrows in an instant.
Ling Feng stretched out two bright red fingers, clamped them gently, and steadied the sword's edge. The dark red sword light was like countless tiny silver needles piercing his fingers, but was blocked by a layer of bloody energy. This is his nine-change mental method of blood coagulation, where the power of qi and blood condenses his fingers. This technique was like tailor-made for him. Although he was just a beginner, his body's Qi and blood were strong and his mental power was extremely strong. In just a short moment, he had already condensed part of the Qi and blood power. When enough qi and blood power is gathered, and then condensed and compressed with mental power, a ball of essence will be formed, and it will enter the second level.
Jiang Yuelong let go of the hilt of the sword, and quickly slapped Ling Feng with his dark red palm print, but suddenly he stood still.
But Ling Feng used his fingers in an instant to seal several of her acupuncture points.
Although the martial arts of the several big men with swords nearby were vulgar, they still had good eyesight. When they saw that the women who could use the sword light were easily subdued, they immediately knew that they were masters. Their little thoughts were instantly extinguished and they quietly left.
Immediately, the waiter brought the food and wine and found the remaining silver for Ling Feng.
Ling Feng first fed a few small mouthfuls into Jiang Yuelong's mouth. After confirming that it was not poisonous, he started quickly.
After a while, like the wind and the remaining clouds, there were only a few empty plates and wine jars left on the table.
After drinking and eating, Ling Feng untied Jiang Yuelong's acupuncture points and turned around and left the inn.
There were few pedestrians on the streets.
Ling Feng walked a few steps and suddenly felt something unusual in the footsteps behind him. He turned around suddenly, only to find that Jiang Yuelong was following him.
His expression suddenly turned cold and he said calmly: "Do you think I don't kill women?"
"Then you kill me. Anyway, I'm homeless now and there's no point in living!"
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
"Since you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
After Ling Feng finished speaking, he drew his sword and put it on her neck. He wanted to see if this woman was really not afraid of death!
Jiang Yuelong seemed unaware and said nothing.
After a moment, Ling Feng returned the sword to its sheath and said coldly: "I'm sick!"
Jiang Yuelong opened her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and followed.
Ling Feng was about to go horseback riding, but he found a pale girl, twelve or thirteen years old, with a wooden sign hanging on her body, which had the four cursive characters written on it: "Sell your body and bury your father."
Next to it, a corpse was covered with a straw mat, with only its feet exposed.
There were many people watching, but no one was willing to pay to buy her.
Ling Feng glanced at it, ignored it, and walked forward.
"You're still a hero, you're so cold-blooded!"
Jiang Yuelong said coldly, then walked up to the little girl and said, "Little sister, how much money do you need to bury your father?"
The girl looked at her, opened her mouth, pointed with her fingers, then shook her left and right to indicate that she was mute, and then stretched out two fingers.
Jiang Yuelong asked: "Two liang?"
The girl shook her head.
Jiang Yuelong said: "Twenty taels?"
The girl immediately nodded vigorously.
Jiang Yuelong's expression changed slightly, and she took off the money bag from her waist, but there were only some scattered silver taels left, which together were not enough for ten taels.
At this time, a big hand was placed in front of her eyes, and in the palm of her hand was a piece of twenty taels of snow silver.
Jiang Yuelong turned around and saw that it was Ling Feng. She immediately snorted: "Aren't you a stone-hearted person? Why do you still need to help?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "I just have too much money in my wallet and I don't think it will get in the way."
"Then I will reluctantly do a good deed for you."
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he grabbed the silver coins, handed them to the little girl, and said, "Little girl, you don't have to sell yourself, just take it to bury your father."
The little girl immediately kowtowed to her three times with a grateful look on her face, then walked up to Ling Feng, knelt down and started kowtowing.
Just when she kowtowed to the third time, Ling Feng suddenly kicked her right wrist, and a cylindrical iron object rolled to the ground.
Jiang Yuelong's expression suddenly changed and she exclaimed: "Heart-piercing needle!"
This thing is a syringe made of fine steel. It contains a mechanism that can shoot ninety-nine steel needles. The force can penetrate the heart and bones, so it is called the heart-piercing needle. It is the ultimate hidden weapon in the world. It requires any internal strength to kill top masters, even innate masters, by surprise.
There was no trace of panic in the little girl's expression. A black dagger appeared in her left hand and she quickly stabbed Ling Feng's right foot.
At this time, she was too close to Ling Feng's right foot, and it was easy to succeed. Moreover, the dagger was quenched with poison. Once she was cut, the poison would quickly seep into the blood and flow throughout the body.
But the girl underestimated Ling Feng's speed, so she was kicked again on her left wrist, and the dagger flew out.
Jiang Yuelong breathed a sigh of relief and was about to subdue the little girl.
Suddenly, the corpse lying on the ground suddenly bounced up, but it was a middle-aged man with gray-black corpse spots on his face. He was holding a black dagger, condensed an inch of black light, and quickly stabbed Ling Feng in the chest.
Ling Feng flashed and reached behind the girl, grabbing her and moving her forward.
There was no hesitation on the middle-aged man's face. The dagger penetrated the little girl's body along with his arm, and stabbed Ling Feng's hand.
Ling Feng let go of his hand and suddenly drew his sword. Before the edge of the sword could reach him, the intention of the sword came first.
The middle-aged man's expression was slightly dull, and his head immediately flew out.
"Congratulations player, you killed the Xuanyin Death Soldier and gained 700 points of spirit and 1980 points of chivalry."
Ling Feng returned the sword to its sheath, with a calm expression on his face, and said calmly: "Let's go!"
Jiang Yuelong looked dull for a moment, then picked up the bone-penetrating needle on the ground and followed him.
After a moment, Jiang Yuelong caught up and said, "Did you know they were the killers of Netherworld Palace?"
Ling Feng said calmly: "I know!"
Jiang Yuelong asked curiously: "Then you still want to get closer?"
Ling Feng still walked forward and said calmly: "I just suddenly wanted to kill someone."
"Are you afraid that they will plot against me and be reluctant to let me die?"
"You have to stay away!"
"You just don't want me to die! Then can I follow you?"
"not good!"
"I am homeless now and have no money on me. It was you who caused me to become like this. You have to support me!"
Jiang Yuelong hummed.
"That's okay, you can try the meals every day!"
"no way!"
Ling Feng suddenly used Qing Gong and ran quickly.
"You can't get rid of me!"
After Jiang Yuelong finished speaking, he also used Qing Gong to keep up.
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