His Royal Highness the evildoer came to the door

Chapter 918 I'm Wrong to Blame Him

Feng Feili's eyes were as cold as ice, looking at Lan Xiyan, her crimson eyes were flat, without any ups and downs.

He was standing right in front of her, but the two of them seemed to be separated by a long distance. Although they were close at hand, they couldn't get close to each other's heart.

Lan Xiyan regained her senses and looked at Feng Feili, her heart was beating wildly "Bang bang bang", she was immersed in the illusion just now, she killed Feng Feili, no!She didn't kill him, he was still alive and well.

Stretching out her hand, tightly grasping his shirt, feeling the temperature from his body, her beating heart slowly calmed down at this moment.

He's fine, he's fine.

"What's the matter, do it!"

Feng Feili sneered, looked at Lan Xiyan, held her hand tightly, and leaned on his stomach, but the words he spoke were as cold as ice.

"No, I don't want it!"

Seeing him like this, almost subconsciously, Lan Xiyan directly refused, shook her head, and wanted to break free from his shackles.

"Xiyan, what are you doing, hurry up!"

Qingchenzi lay on the ground, seeing that Lan Xiyan was still hesitating, she couldn't help but speak loudly, urging her.

Lan Xiyan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted when she heard Qingchenzi's words, she turned her head and looked at Qingchenzi, but she was fighting between heaven and man in her heart, and she was not ready to make a move.

The palm of his hand was tightly grasped by him, feeling the sticky feeling of the blood flowing from his stomach and the strong smell of blood floating in the air, Lan Xiyan broke free from his restraint, and stepped back a few steps, The whole person was a little terrified, which made it difficult for her to calm down.

"Feng Feili, you go, don't let me meet you in the future."

Not to look at him, Lan Xiyan murmured, then turned her head away, not to look at Feng Feili again.

Even if he won't die, but his injury is real and the blood is real, almost subconsciously, she refuses to see him bleeding.

Feng Feili lowered her eyes, glanced lightly at Lan Xiyan, looked at her petite figure, but no longer had the courage to reach out her hand.

Here, they are impossible after all, and she will always be a demon hunter.

Well, it's time for him to say goodbye.

Pursing her lips, Feng Feili didn't speak, turned around and walked directly down the mountain.

The evening wind blew slowly, blowing on the body and making it cool. There was always a strong smell of blood in the air, which made people feel a little nauseous.

The wound on Feng Feili's stomach was still bleeding non-stop, dripping on the ground and making a "pat-pat-pat" sound.

Slowly walking down the stone steps, he walked away step by step, and the blood stains on the ground continued to spread, dripping on the ground, blurring a large area of ​​bright red color.

Lan Xiyan kept her back to Feng Feili, until she could no longer hear his footsteps, she turned her head to look at him, but his figure had gone farther and farther, gradually disappeared in the night, and could no longer be seen .

"Xiyan, why did you let that monster go?"

Qingchenzi lay on the ground, looked at Lan Xiyan, spoke viciously, and scolded her loudly.

"Master, I."

Lan Xiyan paused, but stopped explaining.

Whatever the master said, it was her fault in the first place, she didn't take action against Feng Feili, and even let him go.

Before Lan Xiyan finished speaking, she stepped forward to help Qing Chenzi up, but was stopped by Shangguan Mo.

"Xiyan, leave him alone, we don't have such a master."

"Yes, senior sister, we don't have such a hypocritical master, and we don't need such a master."

Feng Yuan stepped forward to stop Lan Xiyan's movements, and looked at Qing Chenzi with disdain and contempt in her eyes.

The most respected master is such a hypocritical person, which makes them feel very sad, but also more chilling.

(End of this chapter)