402, the real cause of mother's death

"You're right." Unable to deny it, Yang Feng told the truth: There have always been secret guards around him. While sending Huofeng to monitor Ye Guyun, there are also secret guards following Huofeng.

Looking at the familiar face, she shuddered and didn't dare to guess whether Yang Feng's serious injury was true or false. Was he deliberately delaying the time so that the black wind could steal and eat black again?

"You're too sinister, I--" The blood-colored lips moaned, and Han Jing seemed to go back to the time when she was chased by the swallowed fire beast. She felt so clear.

Consciousness gradually peeled away from the body, and Han Jing watched herself repeat the same movements like an outsider. The state of separation of gods is a kind of self-protection when the body is overwhelmed, and it can also tap more potential. If there is a choice, Han Jing is unwilling to enter this state. At that time, she had no choice but to hang quietly on the wall inside the corner. Whether it is the instinct of the body or her consciousness, it seems that she regards herself as a bat that can only monotonically repeat the action of taking out the sword and collecting the sword, and kill the fire-swallowing beast that seems to never be endless.

The fire-swallowing beast is still pouring in, and the sword target is as dead under the ice soul sword. After their death, they will melt in a very short time and turn into magma, seeping down from the small cracks in the ground, and only the fire crystals they formed as adults are left.

When she was chased and killed by a fire beast and was in danger, she did not abandon Yang Feng's idea of running for her life. Now, it seems that she can still smell the strong burning smell in the channel, and she can also see the flashing fire crystals scattered in the ground. Han Jing regrets: If she is not so silly to believe Yang Feng, Han Jiang Ben That arm should not be abolished. Ye Guyun can actually not be captured by the black wind. Moreover, if Ye Guyun had not escaped with the help of the mechanism of the night's secret room, he was afraid that he would have died in vain.

Seeing through Han Jing's idea, Yang Feng explained anxiously: "The fire- swallowing beast is a mysterious beast living in volcanic magma, especially the volcanic magma produced by the Jiuyang fire vein. The high temperature resistance of the fire swallowing beast's body is imaginable. I was indeed seriously injured by the swallowing fire beast at that time, and I definitely did not mean to delay the time."

"The fire phoenix's colorful flame can pierce the abdomen of the fire beast. The temperature of the colorful flame is so high, can the black wind thief resist it? Do you want to say that it will have no chance to save people with Ah Yun? Han Jing sneered, and her eyes were as hateful as a mountain. If Ah Yun is killed, she will be the accomplice! It was she who revealed that the black wind stole the bloody knife of A Yun!

At that time, the fire-swallowing beasts retreated like a wave, and the thunderous footsteps quickly disappeared and then disappeared. Sure that the fire- swallowing beasts would no longer appear, she finally couldn't help falling. The moment her body came into contact with the ground, she felt her body fly up and fall into a warm chest.

"Third brother." She shouted softly. Before I could turn my head and look at the third brother's face, tiredness surged up. His eyelids were as heavy as lead, but he struggled not to close them. He said in a dream, "Third brother, go and save A Yun and the others, hurry up."

Hearing Yang Feng scold him, "Take care of yourself first. Are you tired of worrying so much?"

"They are with the black wind thief!" She shouted out in her heart. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Yang Feng, and then he seemed to say casually, "A Yun and A Jiang may have already found that Fatty Mo are bad people and have run away."

At that time, she didn't think that he was trapping her words. She was stupidly tricked out by him and said that A Yun's name was Ye Guyun, the descendant of the night mad knife that was once claimed to be invincible under the divine level. Now that I think about it, Yang Feng asked at that time, "He has a "crazy knife secret" and a pseudo-god-level blood mad knife in his hand?" Then seeing her with an embarrassed expression, he immediately said, "You don't have to answer. As a teacher, you understand that this involves A Yun's secret, and you need to keep secrets for him." It's not really to keep a secret for Ah Yun, but because he has got the answer.

It's silly. At that time, she was relieved and breathed a long breath.

"Then let's go quickly." Yang Feng said, hugged Han Jing and rushed a few steps, and then staggered to the ground again. When he fell to the ground, he suddenly turned over and made a meat mat and hit the back of his head heavily on the ground.

pressed on Yang Feng's body and saw that his facial features were wrinkled and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. She burst into tears and heard him say weakly, "Don't cry, Jing, just lie down for a little. You don't have to worry about being a teacher. Go and report to Ah Yun and others. Don't be afraid. She can't do anything to leave Yang Feng in this channel.

"It's okay. You go first. Master will catch up after a rest. With the fire phoenix, are you still worried that the fire- swallowing beast can hurt the master? Speaking of this, Yang Feng opened his eyes, looked left and right, and said in surprise, "Oh, where's the dead bird?"

Looking around, she didn't see the fire phoenix, and the fire crystals on the ground disappeared. She didn't doubt Yang Feng at all and said stupidly, "It won't be chasing and killing the fire-swallowing beast. It seems that it likes to eat fire crystals very much." Unexpectedly, Huo Feng was instructed by him to track down A Yun. The most hateful thing is that he knew that the black wind thief captured A Yun to the ruins of the night house, but he tricked her into going to the nest of the black wind thief.

Looking coldly at Yang Feng, who seemed to have changed into a person, the blood of Han Jing's whole body seemed to be frozen: "What kind of cold-blooded animal are you?"

"I'm sincere to you, Jing, don't doubt me. I didn't tell you the truth about Ye Guyun, but I just didn't want to quarrel with you. The natural selection and the extermination of the night family means that there is no need for the night family to exist. Ye Guyun was arrested. It's my duty to save him. It's my duty not to save him. Feng'er and my subordinates black-eating black stole the bloody knife from the black wind thief. Well, it's still a fake knife, which is also a trophy, and has nothing to do with the Ye family. Yang Feng said seriously, as if he were making a declaration.

He did not look at Han Jing, but at the sky outside the door. At this moment, his eyes have the indifference of life like grass mustard, which is the kind of indifference that high-ranking people look at the ants struggling. It seems that he is not standing on the ground, but overlooking the ground from the clouds.

It was strange that her anger and hatred had subsided, and Han Jing's expression also became indifferent. Is there no greater sorrow than death? She didn't know. She just wanted to leave this man far away and never see his face again.

Turning around, Han Jing walked out to the sun and felt cold.

No stop, Yang Feng knew it was useless. When Han Jing's figure melted into the light and shadow outside the door, he asked, "Don't you want to know the real cause of your mother's death?"

If she was struck by lightning, Han Jing almost fell down.

"Your mother was killed by her father's concubine, and her surname is Hu, but she is not Aunt Hu now, but your father's original favorite concubine. She was a spy sent by the Xuan Temple and was found stealing Bing Xuangong."

Hearing the sound behind her, Han Jing had a feeling of ten thousand arrows piercing her heart. What kind of man is this? He talked sweetly and secretly found out the cause of her mother's death but didn't tell her? Looking back, she looked at the man with a strange look, and the more she looked at him, the stranger she became.

Facing Han Jing's eyes, Yang Feng said calmly: "She threatened your mother. Your father killed the spies regardless of the hostages in order to get back the ancestral skills. Your mother was seriously injured by the spies. In order not to have a head-on conflict with the Xuan Temple, your father suppressed this matter and let the trusted girl surnamed Hu be an aunt and take charge of the housekeeper for his wife. To confuse the public. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to conflict with your father.

With a sneer, Han Jing said sarcastically, "You really think of me. Why do you want to tell me now?"

After skimming Han Jing's question, Yang Feng said, "I used to be estranged, so it's not convenient for me to intervene. After we get married, I can avenge my mother-in-law in the name of my son-in-law to the Xuan Temple.

"This is a deal. You help me get revenge and I will fulfill the marriage contract." With a strange smile, Han Jing was completely disappointed with her father and Yang Feng. She did not hesitate to agree to fulfill the marriage contract.

"I asked my family to choose a day to hire a job at the Han family. Do you think it is to go to Xiaohan Mountain or in Hanjiazhuang?" Yang Feng asked like he had nothing to do.

"Our marriage has nothing to do with the Han family. Marrying Han Jing will not let you get any help from the Han family. You'd better figure this out." Han Jing said coldly.

"Then who is your mother's family going to invite for our wedding?" Yang Feng asked with a good temper. In him, Hanjing's ability to agree to fulfill the marriage contract makes it possible for their relationship to be repaired, so no matter what she humiliates him now, it will not affect his mood. He is even glad that he holds such a trump card in his hand.

There was a cold flame in her eyes, and Han Jing said coldly, "Han Jing doesn't have a mother's family, and no one will be invited."

"Alle." Yang Feng readily agreed and found a good reason: "The Han family is the core of the ancient Xuan family circle, and it makes sense not to attend the wedding. His father did not attend Bai Yi's wedding.

Without wanting to say more words to Yang Feng, Han Jing turned around and went out into the palace.

On the head of the willows on the moon, Bai Yiming was still reviewing the memorials in the Qinzheng Hall. Han Jing came to him all the way unimpeded and did not let the people next to him tell him. After standing quietly for a long time, he suddenly looked up at her and said, "Jing, why don't you talk when you come?"

"I want to live with you before I get married." Han Jing said dryly that people who didn't know thought that Bai Yiming had not paid her debts.

He was keenly aware that there was a problem between Han Jing and Yang Feng. Bai Yiming first withdrew from the inside of the hall, then asked Han Jing to sit down, poured a cup of tea for her, and then gently asked, "Can you tell Brother Bai what's going on?"

The finger joints holding the teacup turned white, and Han Jing just shook her head and didn't say anything.

"If you don't want to talk, just take a cup of tea. Brother Bai doesn't have much else here, but there are many houses, wherever you live. You can change your room a day. Hey, Jing, don't cry. Bai Yiming wanted to make a joke, but it made Han Jing cry.

"How can they be so hateful!" Han Jing hugged Bai Yiming and cried silently.

I once fantasized about Han Jing in her arms. When she hugged herself tightly and cried, Bai Yiming was willing to hold Yang Feng's hand and smile happily. Needless to ask, Yang Feng must have hurt her. Only Yang Feng will make her cry. Who else is there besides Yang Feng? He asked indignantly.