What day is it, where am I, why is my whole body aching, what are these people trying to do, why am I holding a knife in my hand and confronting them?

He was so tired.

He wanted to lie down and think about why.

He even wanted to lie down and sleep for a while.

Since he took over from his father to take charge of the affairs of the Feng family, he had never felt so tired or heavy as he did today.

He suddenly remembered a lot of things from the past.

I remember when I was a child, he would often go to the dry grass in the fields with the little girls and friends at home to catch grasshoppers and sparrows in such a crisp autumn weather.

Then, they were threaded with wire and roasted on a burning haystack to eat, and although they were half-baked, everyone still rushed to eat them.

He remembered that he and his boys had found a small, red, sweet and sour fruit in the mountains, and it was delicious.

It's a pity that there were too few wild fruits found at that time, and there were too many people.

When they had eaten all the wild fruits of this shape on the mountain, they still did not enjoy it, and in the end, they mistook the red pepper for that fruit in the vegetable garden at the bottom of the mountain.

As a result, the red peppers were so hot that his soul went out of his body, his hair stood on end one by one, his mouth was full of fire, and drinking a whole bucket of boiled water was to no avail.

It was the happiest and purest time of his life.

At that time, although I was beaten by my father because I was greedy for fun, I didn't have so many troubles and complicated ideas now.

Whether rich or poor, everyone gets along very well.

Although sometimes there may be a scene of dispute because of a small problem, but the dispute is a dispute, and it will not be long before it is reconciled again.

However, as we get older, we begin to become more and more rusty, and when we meet each other, we no longer have the familiarity we had at the beginning.

He just didn't quite understand that people could have been friends with each other, but why did they fight each other and fight each other?

And these fights are only for a name that does not exist at all.

Even if it is a feud, but that is only the matter of the previous generation, and the grievances of the previous generation should be resolved by the people of the previous generation, so why should the next generation be involved?

This senseless quarrel has made him tired of life.

He often thinks about why I was born in the Feng family, why am I a child of a family, and maybe I would be happier if I were just a child of an ordinary peasant family.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the vast Gobi in the distance, breaking away those faint clouds, and the sun also revealed her rare beauty.

The wind flew and suddenly saw a face from the sun, a beautiful face, a face more beautiful than the clouds, more brilliant than the sun.

That's right, that's Shuangshuang's face.

He is the bridegroom, and both are the bride.

Today is the day they get married.

At this time, they should have stood in the flower hall and started to worship heaven and earth, or they were trembling and imagining how his friends were making trouble in their new house.

But why was he standing here alone at this moment? Where were Shuangshuang, and why was his hands and body covered with blood?

Blood, blood, blood...... It's like a rich rose, slowly blooming.

He suddenly felt an uncontrollable mania.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a hideous and heavy knife, slashing at his neck, at his hands and feet, at his chest.

His whole body was about to be torn to shreds under the knife.

He was disorganized, anxious, looking for a weapon to defend himself from, but his hands were completely tired and weak.

It was difficult for his feet to even move, and his eyes were beginning to blur, and he wanted to close them and lie down for a good night's sleep.

He couldn't even breathe anymore.

The heavy blade carried a heavy wind of swords, like a thunderbolt, flashing from the sky, slashing down his head and face, towards his neck, his hands, and his feet.

He was powerless to resist.

He had no sword, no sword, no weapon, and even if he had, his mind was already blank and he couldn't think of blocking it.

Can he just wait to die?

The two palanquin bearers were slowly approaching him, approaching......

Their beastly eyes flashed with cruel malice, as if they were staring at the prey in a trap, just struggling with the prey in a cruel streak.

When you are tired of playing, you will take the life of your prey.

But, suddenly, they struck.

They seemed to have seen that Feng Yifei had completely lost the ability to resist at this moment, and even lost the will to resist.

Even if he had nine lives like a cat, this time, they were going to let him die under their twin swords, and there would definitely be no chance of resurrection.

For their blow, they have absolute certainty.

In their opinion, this battle, they are the last shot, and after they make a move, then they can win a big victory.

The last to shoot is often the most powerful master.

They are indeed masters invited by the Lei family, masters among masters.

Their skills, Lei Tingen is indeed very appreciative, and he will never let them take action easily unless he has to.

Because he wanted to preserve their strength, and wait until the most critical moment, and then deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, a devastating blow.

He didn't want the enemy to see through their moves too early and be unprepared.

On weekdays, they are like Lei Tingen's right and left hands, the speed, power, and destructive power of their attacks are like his two fists, powerful and invulnerable.

When Lei Tingen saw them fly out of the wind like lightning, he had already closed his eyes.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to see Feng Yifei turn to pieces under the fierce attack of their fierce sword skills, but he was concentrating all his energy on listening to the beautiful miserable sound and the mournful howl like a dog when the muscles and skeletons of Feng Yifei's body were hit and turned into powder.

Then, sure enough, there was a scream.

But the screams were not one, but two.

Lei Tingen suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the two palanquin men covering their empty sleeves, rolling on the ground, wailing like dogs.

And Zhuo Bufan was standing next to them, holding a short knife in his hand, a thin, gentle, almost completely transparent short knife.

He still maintained the posture of cutting off the arms of the two palanquin men just now, so beautiful, so poignant, as if he was writing a poignant poem, as if he was playing a heavy guqin.

Lei Tingen looked at his knife, and an inexplicable light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

No one knows, at this moment, whether his heart is afraid, fear, or contempt, admiration, ridicule, or sincere praise?

Then, he suddenly laughed again, but this smile was like the sunlight refracted from the peak of the iceberg, and he said coldly: What a fast knife.

He looked at Zhuo Bufan like this, cold, and didn't know what to say.

Although Zhuo Bufan cut off the arms of the two sedan chair men with one sword, his own chest had also been hit by the knives in the hands of the two sedan chair men, drawing several grooves.

At the same time, her lower abdomen was also kicked by the fierce leg wind of the two, and then, standing unsteadily, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, as poignant as a poem.

It is Yang Wanli's so-called sun-reflecting lotus flower that is different red.