The whole world wants to kill me

Hate can make a person into another person.

Feng Yi's consistent principle of dealing with enemies has long since disappeared after the extermination of the clan. In the past, he would not have spared even a dead old man, let alone take advantage of his best friend's feelings.

Fu Jiang was lying on the brown leather sofa indoors, narrowing his long and narrow eyes slightly, and the strong emotional fluctuations came from the transparent silk thread. The puppet controlled by Fu Jiang was hurting his only relative with a sharp blade.

Feng Yi turned the wine glass in his hand, the scarlet color of the wine, and the mellow smell made him drink it up.

The emptiness that had been hidden for a long time appeared on his face, and his deep eyes looked at Fu Jiang with bottomless eyes.

"Do you have nostalgia for this world?"

There is nostalgia for this fictional world, Fu Jiang sighs in his heart, he has no attachment for a long time, every time he deliberately resists the fate destined for him by each world plane.

Feng Yi implicitly hopes that he wants Fu Jiang to stay.

Fu Jiang shook the wine glass lightly, the scarlet wine swayed and lingered on the glass.

Fu Jiang said: "This world does not belong to me."

He will not stay for Feng Yi.

Fu Jiang said: "No doubt you are a good master, but my wish has nothing to do with this world."

Feng Yi felt bitter, the person he trusted the most would eventually leave him.

Fu Jiang saw through Feng Yi's loss, and the man who could not bear to say anything was lonely. He sat beside Feng Yi, and then looked straight into the other's eyes: "Master, don't think too much. I am your servant, and the promise will be fulfilled." Your wish."

Feng Yi raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and reached out to hold the other's cold hand.

His wish is to revive the family, so that the killing does not exist.

He has no extra wishes to ask the other party to stay.

Unless, Fu Jiang is willing to stay.

He no longer pokes through the last layer of thin paper, and sometimes knows the answer but doesn't keep any leeway.

At least, until the last moment, no one knew the answer.

Anyone can change their original intention.

Of course, Fu Jiang is clearer than anyone else about what he wants to get. After experiencing this many worlds, his obsession has been deeply ingrained, which is more important than any other goal he achieves.

Fu Jiang showed a thoughtful expression, and seeing Feng Yi's dark eyes staring deeply at him, he was a little lost in thought.He sighed with deliberate worry: "The best opportunity is right in front of us right now. If we don't seize it this time, our chances of winning will be very small."

Feng Yi was startled, and sighed in his heart: "But I heard the details."

"Now we have no way out. The best way is to attack. I can manipulate Lu Ting to keep Hou Yi under control."

Feng Yi frowned: "Lin Huang, the servant, the servant of the young master of the Shen family."

Fu Jiang smiled, his laughter was silently seductive, he stood up, and put his delicate chin on Feng Yi's forehead.

Fu Jiang hugged him into his chest: "Master, Houyi and me."

There is a feeling of heartbeat in the eloquent voice.

His lowered eyes fell on Feng Yi's face, and he said softly, "Unless it is an absolutely favorable situation, I cannot reveal my identity in front of other followers."

Feng Yi's eyes were extremely deep, and he slowly raised his lowered hands, wrapping around Fu Jiang's waist involuntarily.

After a long time, a man's voice sounded in the bedroom: "Well, I see."

***

Lu Ting's sanity almost collapsed, and those who didn't resist were completely manipulated, and followed Fu Jiang down the stairs.

In the eyes of those who don't know, Lu Ting was forced to form an alliance with Feng Yi. No one thought of the mediocre Fu Jiang, so they all focused their attention on Feng Yi.

Zhao Yun withdrew from the encirclement that besieged Houyi and walked to Fu Jiang's side.He got Feng Yi's order to protect Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang manipulated Lu Ting to say something wrong, and held up the back of the hand engraved with the spell: "In the name of the command spell, follower Hou Yi will fully assist Feng Yi."

Hou Yi's eyes suddenly met Lu Ting's empty gaze.

He clearly felt the desperate pain in Lu Ting's heart, and he was desperately resisting uttering the Command Spell.

Hou Yi was restrained by the command spell, and when Feng Yi moved, his body covered Feng Yi.

Feng Yi was wearing an invisible mask at this time, a mask of God that could see through weaknesses.

"Let me meet you, Captain Hunting God." The alluring young man stared at Feng Yi with interest for a while, raised his lips in a smile that was not a smile, and his slender eyes flashed a cruel light.

With a creaking sound, Lin Huang's ear tip moved slightly.

"Master, I'm late."

The knight pushed open the door under the moonlight, and his slender figure was reflected on the cold ground.

The cruelty in Lin Huang's eyes faded a lot. Looking at the knight's tall body, he said with satisfaction: "You are back."

"The master of the berserker is too weak, he abandons his followers and wants to escape."

An opponent who has lost his fighting spirit is not worth mentioning at all.

Arthur suffered some injuries, but with the spiritual power provided by Lin Huang, his body quickly recovered.

Arthur stood in front of Lin Huang and rubbed Lin Huang's head with his hands: "Master, I will fight."

Lin Huang's personality is flamboyant, strong, and arrogant, but he happened to meet Arthur, a very tolerant follower, and he always treated him tolerantly.

Lin Huang glared at Arthur relentlessly, with a strong elbow, he hit the knight's armor: "It's up to you."

Arthur scratched the back of his head, grinned heartily, showing his white teeth: "Then I won't be polite."

He turned around and gave a standard knight salute to everyone present: "Everyone, my name is Arthur, please fight me."

He gave his real name, and the famous King Arthur in history was indeed magnificent, attracting many heroes like the scorching sun to gather around him.

Lin Huang stood in a corner with her chest folded, making room for Arthur.

An artifact of insight into weaknesses, it can accurately point out the loopholes for the wearer every time Arthur makes a shot.

Feng Yi's crazy training in Fu Jiang has improved his skills a lot, and there are not many rivals in the world.

The heavy sword in Arthur's hand slashed at Feng Yi. No matter how powerful an ordinary person is, it is impossible to fight against the heroic spirit. His master has a special bloodline, but Feng Yi is just an ordinary person, and he can fight him evenly. He didn't try his best, and he was quite surprised.

"Lin Huang!"

This is Shen Le's anxious call.

Lin Huang looked at Shen Le: "Hey, what are you afraid of, your servant is an immortal body."

Paracelsus was attacked by two servants, and his body was seriously injured. Although he could recover quickly, the speed of recovery was not as fast as adding new injuries.

Shen Le sneered: "You want to break the agreement."

Lin Huang rubbed the jade ring on his finger, stroking the smooth surface back and forth with his fingertips: "It can't be said that, I solved the assassin, and you will solve the other follower."

As for the extra accidents, he is not responsible at all.

Shen Le suddenly raised her lips and smiled coldly, with an evil face, she looked as evil as Lin Huang: "Lin Huang, I'm not afraid of death."

With the next sentence, a crack finally appeared on Lin Huang's calm expression.

Shen Le said: "I will cooperate with Feng Yi immediately, no matter how good you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to please me."

It's just burning jade and stone together.

Shen Le sneered.

Lin Huang was threatened by someone, and several thoughts flashed through, and after being extremely upset, he still chose to take care of the overall situation.

No matter how willful he was, there was no need to bring himself and Arthur into danger.

Write down this account for now.

In the blink of an eye, he had blocked the two for Paracelsus.

Paracelsus got rid of the predicament and quickly recovered his body. If he continues to consume like this, his body will become weaker when the time for using the Philosopher's Stone passes.

Before Shen Le could say hello, his heart was pierced by a sharp weapon and pierced fiercely.

Paracelsus' eyes were tearing apart, and he rushed towards Shen Le: "A Le!"

Shen Le leaned in Paracelsus' arms: "In your dream, your lover has a kind and shy character, always watching you gently and carefully, with a clean smile. In order to win your heart, I imitate your lover, but you remember another person through me."

He's just a ridiculous stand-in.

Shen Le said bitterly: "I was originally a lunatic. I am not kind, and I take pleasure in teasing human nature. Every time I see the ugly side of these people, I will be happy. My mother is a wine girl, and she gave my father In order to retaliate against my father’s abandonment, my mother used me as a tool for her business. Every time I took pictures of my tragic situation and sent them to my father, my father never paid any attention to her. Later, he had no children for more than ten years. He had no choice but to admit me back, but did not take her back. She committed suicide that night. My father hated my mother, despised my humbleness, and had no choice but to admit me. As the source of his pain, he went crazy every time It tortures me when I wake up, ugly human nature."

Paracelsus hugged Shen Le tightly: "A Le, your dream is barren, I know the past, and I have been waiting for you to let go."

Shen Le's gloomy eyes suddenly filled with light: "Meeting you is the only luck in my life, you are so good, I am not worthy of you, many times I want to drag you to die together, so that you will be forever It's mine."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he talked about the man who was looking at his beloved behind.

The light in Shen Le's eyes quickly dimmed again: "Unfortunately, you don't have me here, and you belong to another person completely."

Shen Le's hand suddenly fell limply, and his eyes slowly closed.

Paracelsus choked and said, "Ale, my wish is to be with you!"

"This ominous smell."

The King of Knights paused, his brows furrowed in thought.

He said heavily, "Having the power of a heroic spirit, but not a heroic spirit belonging to any job agency."