The adopted daughter returns with a new face

Feng Qingge and the others chased after him but could not find anyone. However, when they passed by a forest, they smelled a disgusting odor. They could not help wanting to vomit, so they pulled the horse to a stop.

"Brother, what's that smell? It's so disgusting." Feng Qingwu said with disgust, covering her mouth and nose.

"Young Master, the smell is coming from here. It smells like a rotting corpse but not quite." Hong Zetian said, looking at the marks on the ground.

Feng Qingge dismounted and looked at the marks on the ground. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. She sighed, "Not good." She decisively mounted her horse and called her sister and Zetian to hurry forward.

Lan Rufeng had only walked ten miles to a cliff when a shower of arrows came at her from the forest. She drew her sword to block the arrows, then patted the horse's butt and the horse rushed towards her.

"Kill..." A cool male voice sounded in the forest, and a group of people in green clothes rushed out of the forest, holding swords and rushing towards Lan Rufeng.

Lan Rufeng looked at the crowd of green-clothed men, which were more numerous than the black-clothed men just now. He smiled coldly, decisively dropped his sword, took the piccolo from his waist, put it to his mouth and started to play.

The man in green who rushed forward with a sword in hand didn't even touch the corner of Lan Rufeng's clothes before he was bounced away by an invisible true energy. The sound of the flute instantly gave them splitting headaches. They covered their heads and looked at the swords that were stabbing at them, then started to slash and kill indiscriminately with their swords.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Although Feng Qinghe had more profound kung fu skills, he could not resist the piercing of the devil's sound. He was horrified to see his own people killing each other. He covered his ears, sat cross-legged on the ground, and practiced kung fu to resist the sound of the flute. He watched his people fall one by one, but he was powerless to do anything.

"Hurry up and meditate. Don't let the flute sound disturb your mind." Feng Lei looked at the assassins who were distracted by the flute sound and were killing each other, and quickly reminded them to sit cross-legged and meditate.

A quarter of an hour later, the flute sound stopped and everyone stopped practicing and stood up. They looked at the horrific corpses on the ground and were all horrified. Then the sound of horse hooves came into their ears.

Lan Rufeng held the flute and walked towards the purple-clothed man who was sitting cross-legged and resisting the sound of her flute. She stopped three steps away from him, looked at his handsome face and asked with a smile: "If you don't want to die, just tell me! Who does he belong to?"

Feng Qinghe looked at the man in gray clothes, with a silver mask on his right face, revealing half of his handsome face, and a small red snake with long horns coiled on his shoulder. He slowly stood up from the ground and asked, "What kind of magic skill is this?"

"Demon skill?" Lan Rufeng chuckled and said, "My name is Bi Hai Qing Tian Ye Ye Xin. Does it sound good? I created it myself."

"You evil demon, prepare to die!" Feng Qinghe shouted angrily, drew his sword and stabbed at Lan Rufeng.

Lan Rufeng heard the sound of horse hooves. She didn't dodge or evade. She raised her hand and held the sword that was stabbing at her with two fingers. The people hiding in the woods were stunned. Feng Qinghe was also frightened. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out his sword.

"Tell me who you are? I may consider sparing your life. Otherwise, you will lie here with them and I will throw you into the mountains to feed the wild beasts." Lan Rufeng asked with a smile.

"Mr. Lan, please show mercy." Feng Qingge came over and shouted. Looking at the Feng Wei lying on the ground, she almost got furious. She jumped off her horse and ran forward.

"Brother..." Feng Qinghe was so scared when he saw his elder brother that he called him cousin.

"Who asked you to come?" Feng Qingge scolded her cousin angrily.

Feng Qingwu and Hong Zetian were shocked and frightened when they saw the Feng guards lying on the ground. Feng Qingwu shouted "Brother Lan" and rode to Lan Rufeng's side. Seeing him holding her cousin's sword between his fingers, she was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped.

Lan Rufeng saw that the Feng siblings exerted a little force and broke the sword directly. Feng Qinghe took two steps back holding the half sword.

"Mr. Lan, I'm sorry. Fortunately, you are okay." Feng Qingge bowed to Lan Rufeng and apologized.

"Master Feng, are you here to save me?" Lan Rufeng asked with a smile.

Feng Qingwu was afraid that Lan Rufeng might misunderstand, so she quickly explained: "Brother Lan, we are on our way back to the village. Big brother came here as soon as he received the news. I'm glad that Brother Lan is okay. Big brother will take care of them when he returns to the village."

"I didn't kill them, they killed themselves." Lan Rufeng shrugged as he looked at the tragic scene on the ground.

"You are a demon. You used the sound of your flute to disturb their minds and made them kill each other. Who else could it be but you?" Feng Qinghe angrily scolded this shameless thing.

"Qinghe, watch your words." Feng Qingge yelled at his cousin, "Who told you to do this without my order? Master Lan spared your life, don't be ungrateful."

"I don't like to cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either. Mr. Feng, I won't bother with you today for the sake of Master Feng Manor. But if there's a next time, I don't mind making you lose your head like that guy named Fan Xiao." Lan Rufeng stared at Feng Qinghe with a sharp gaze, which made Feng Qinghe shiver for some reason.

"Mr. Lan, you killed Fan Xiao?" Hong Zetian was shocked.

"I wanted to let him go, but he threatened me with his master. I don't like toasts, so I had to chop off his head and send it to King Mo as a gift. I'll trouble Mr. Hong to help send it to King Mo's palace later." Lan Rufeng turned around calmly, put his fingers to his mouth and blew, and the horse ran back to avoid the arrows. He reached out to take the head hanging next to him, and threw it to Hong Zetian.

Hong Zetian grabbed the black bag that Lan Rufeng threw to him, and his hands were shaking with fear, and he almost dropped it to the ground.

Feng Qingge and Feng Qinghe were also shocked, looking at the black bundle in Zetian's hand. Feng Qingwu and Feng Qinghe were so scared that they couldn't stop swallowing.

"Master Feng, I don't like killing, but if I don't kill them, they will take my life. I hope Master Feng understands. I'm leaving now." Lan Rufeng meant that she was acting in self-defense and hoped Feng Qingge would understand and get on the horse.

"Brother Lan..." Feng Qingwu was reluctant to leave and ran to Lan Rufeng's horse and asked, "Where are you going? Are you coming to the capital again?"

"Miss Feng, there are many good men in the world. I am just a quack doctor who has no food to eat. Don't put yourself in a difficult position under the pressure of power. Take care of yourself." Lan Rufeng smiled and rode away.

"Brother Lan, can you please take me away?" Feng Qingwu shouted behind Lan Rufeng, tears in her eyes.

Lan Rufeng sighed silently when he heard Feng Qingwu's words. Feng Qingge must have told her about her ugly face, but she still wanted him to take her away. What an injustice!

“Who…?” Feng Qingge snorted and turned to look into the forest.

"Master Feng, don't be nervous. It's us." Feng Lei walked out with Jinshu and the others with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Hong Zetian asked in surprise to the guys who came out of the forest.

"The prince is worried about Young Master Lan, but he doesn't know that he doesn't need anything at all." Zhong Lian said, touching his head.

"This guy looks like a scholar, but he is completely inhumane when he fights. He is even more terrifying than the prince. Prince Mo and Uncle Feng have hit a wall." Feng Lei looked at the Feng Wei lying on the ground with a lingering fear in his heart.

"Qinghe, you and father are responsible for this trouble. Bury them for me." Feng Qingge yelled at his cousin. Feng Qinghe did not dare to refute and obediently went to deal with the corpse of Feng Wei on the ground.

Feng Lei stared at Fan Xiao's head in Hong Zetian's hand and joked: "Poor Commander Fan, he was beheaded by that inhuman guy and his body turned into pus. I'm afraid King Mo will be terrified if his head is sent to him."

"My body has turned into pus. What do you mean by this, Guard Feng?" Feng Qingge asked in surprise.

"Master Feng, that Young Master Lan must know how to use poison. After he killed King Mo's men, he poured a bottle of something on them, turning them all into pus. Not even a piece of clothing was left." Zhong Yan said, and couldn't help covering his mouth in nausea.

Feng Qingge and Hong Zetian were shocked after hearing this, and their hearts were like turbulent waves. Looking at the Fengwei on the ground, if they didn't come, Qinghe and the Fengwei on the ground would disappear without a trace.