Cold!
At this moment, a chill swept across Feng Yi's body instantly, causing her body to tremble slightly.
"Do you know what will happen to this boy if you hand him over?"
The voice rang in Feng Yi's ears, accompanied by a breath of heat and a faint unusual fragrance.
Feng Yi wanted to look back and look at the man who was behind her, however, she could not do it.
She looked at the fatty and others in front of her again and saw they seemed to be frozen in place, without any movement.
Just now, when this hand was quietly resting on her shoulder, she probably knew what kind of terrifying existence she would be facing.
But now that she had seen and experienced it with her own eyes, she could truly feel what kind of despair it was.
At this time, she, not to mention counterattack, even her actions and limbs were firmly bound. The power that was binding her was like a huge pair of hands made of heavenly material.
"Hmm? Woman, are you ignoring my question?" The hand that was originally on her shoulder slowly went around her neck and gently stroked her right cheek.
"This seat has always been generous to beautiful women. Just answer my question honestly, maybe I can spare you fate."
Feng Yi's body began to tremble violently. She noticed that the person behind her only gently stroked her cheek, but she felt a huge fear originated from the very depth of her soul.
"He will die!" Feng Yi hurriedly said in shock, "If I hand him over, he will die!"
"Hmm… dishonest," as the voice sounded, the hand that had originally stayed on her cheek slowly moved down.
Further down, it was her neck.
Feng Yi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she was only a few steps away from death!
However, the worst situation Feng Yi expected did not appear, and the hand eventually only gently pinched her chin.
"Woman, he won't die because you did not plan to hand him over at all, did you?"
Who do you mean?
Feng Yi did not understand the intention of the person behind her, and under the threat of death, she began to think about all kinds of random things.
In the end, she took a deep breath secretly and gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I did not plan to hand him over at all!"
"Hmm… that's right. It's just as I said, isn't it?"
"Beautiful and smart woman, this seat will ignore your fate for the time being…"
"Who!"
This time, the voice originated from the fatty instead.
All of the people who had been "rooted" earlier suddenly returned to normal.
The fat man questioned the mysterious shadow behind Feng Yi and showed his weapon at the same time. Obviously, he was also very afraid of this mysterious person who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.
"When the abyssal demons came to Martial City previously, you should've already been dead. Letting you ants live until now is my last kindness to you."
The fat guy was shocked when he heard the words, but his face was forced to be calm and said, "Dare to pretend to be a god or ghost here? Kill this guy!"
"Haha, pickled ants, you even dare to kill the god too?"
Feng Yi then felt that hand holding her chin moved.
Feeling this change, Feng Yi moved her eyes down and saw the hand holding her chin open in front of her.
Then, the shadowy hand gave it a light grip.
No sky dimmed, no earth shook.
But the fatty, along with everyone else on this cruise ship, had their eyes rolled back, their faces turned bloodless, and soon, they turned into corpses that looked very dry as if it had been thousands of years since their death.
Then, just a moment later, those dry corpses crumbled down and turned into ashes and were then blown away by the cold wind.
"If fate permits, we will meet each other again, woman…"
The voice faded away, and the mysterious person blended with darkness and disappeared strangely.
But unbeknown to Feng Yi, a small dark dot of light the size of a thumb materialized and shot into the forehead of the boy.
Feng Yi's body returned to freedom, the sky was soft red, and she slumped on the ground.
After a long time, Feng Yi slowly turned around, looking back in the direction when she came.
Over there, it was Martial City.
…
Martial City, night.
The incoming abyssal demons had been wiped out.
The officials were dealing with post-war matters.
But what was strange was that the battle was clearly over, but the middle and high-level members of the five major organizations were still busy. Among them, the Ability Guild was the most dispatched.
They seemed to be looking for someone.
When Yang Song was in doubt, several people from the five major organizations found him.
As soon as they saw Yang Song, they hurriedly gave a solemn bow.
"Thank you, senior, for helping!"
Yang Song waved his hand casually, he did not talk nonsense about this matter, but directly asked, "What are you people still doing?"
Those several people looked at each and their faces immediately became serious.
From this look, things seemed a bit serious.
"Senior may not know, Xian Qingxue is missing, and we are busy looking for her now."
Xian Qingxue?
Yang Song naturally did not know who this person was.
Seeing that he had some doubts, one person quickly explained, "Senior, this Xian Qingxue is the only daughter of the Xian Family in Northern Spirit Province."
Yang Song understood this time.
This so-called Northern Spirit Xian Family was a family created by Three Stars Masters, the three powerhouses among the top ten powerhouses.
Therefore, this Xiang Qingxue, based on seniority, should be regarded as the granddaughter of those three women.
The granddaughter of Three Stars Masters had disappeared in Martial City, it was not an exaggeration to say that this was a big deal.
…
The next day, the fact that the abyssal demons came to the Martial City of C Country twice had exploded the whole world.
The first time the abyssal demons came to the world, it was small in scale, and the final boss was ultimately killed by Yang Song shortly after it appeared.
Therefore, although the major organizations of C Country attached great importance to them and had made adequate preparations for the various possible incidents, they planned to deal with them coldly in public opinion to avoid panic.
But yesterday, this time the abyssal demons came to the world again, they not only came on a large scale, but they also attacked Martial City directly, one of the main economic centers of C Country!
Such a major event could not be suppressed in any way.
Therefore, the entire C Country had exploded, and there were overwhelming reports and discussions about abyssal demons, all kinds of optimistic analysis, pessimism, and a series of continuous doubts.
For a while, the UU platform, BIB, and several other social media platforms were so dense with all kinds of posts.
Just as Yang Song was about to go back to the White Dragon Abode, he suddenly received a call from Yang Haodong.
"What is it?"
"Father, it's not good. Mingfei has disappeared!"
"Huh? What about his phone? Did you try calling him?" Yang Song was taken aback slightly and asked quickly.
"We tried, but his phone seems to be off. I and several other people have been finding him for a while now, but we couldn't see him anywhere!"
"Don't panic. Did you report it to the police yet?" Yang Song was not panicked because when he looked at Yang Mingfei's status on the system panel, he saw that the lad was alive and kicking.
As for his whereabouts… he was currently on the East Sea of Martial City and his position seemed to be moving forward?
Yang Song was stunned by this.
What is that guy doing? Is he flying?
"Don't worry, he's fine. This old man has no bad premonition, so he should be fine," although he had doubts, he still comforted Yang Haodong.
"…" Yang Haodong on the other side of the phone was speechless for a while.
So if you don't have a bad premonition, it means that nothing bad will happen? What if the connection is too late and your bad premonition comes later? What kind of logic is this? Also, from your tone, you don't seem to be worried at all, do you?
Yang Haodong somehow wanted to curse a certain someone, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he quickly dispelled his messy thoughts.
Yang Song could understand why this son went silent, so he explained leisurely, "Don't worry, this old man is not joking about this kind of life and death matter…"
Yang Song then gazed at Yang Mingfei's quick-moving position on the system panel and added, "Maybe you can go to his school to find him. Perhaps he is just sleeping somewhere?"
When Yang Haodong heard this, he suddenly found out that he had not checked Yang Mingfei's school yet, so he hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly went to Yang Mingfei's school.
The reason why he was worried was reasonable. After all, the current situation in the world was not so calm. Abyssal demons could come out at any time. And since he couldn't be contacted like this, as a parent, Yang Haodong could only think about the worst so as not to be sad later on…
Yang Song sighed slightly and looked in the direction of Tong City, Yang Mingfei's school.
With a slight gesture of his hands, the Blue Bolt Sword quickly appeared and he rode it away. Since it was nighttime, he could fly with his sword without worries of being spotted.
Cold!
At this moment, a chill swept across Feng Yi's body instantly, causing her body to tremble slightly.
"Do you know what will happen to this boy if you hand him over?"
The voice rang in Feng Yi's ears, accompanied by a breath of heat and a faint unusual fragrance.
Feng Yi wanted to look back and look at the man who was behind her, however, she could not do it.
She looked at the fatty and others in front of her again and saw they seemed to be frozen in place, without any movement.
Just now, when this hand was quietly resting on her shoulder, she probably knew what kind of terrifying existence she would be facing.
But now that she had seen and experienced it with her own eyes, she could truly feel what kind of despair it was.
At this time, she, not to mention counterattack, even her actions and limbs were firmly bound. The power that was binding her was like a huge pair of hands made of heavenly material.
"Hmm? Woman, are you ignoring my question?" The hand that was originally on her shoulder slowly went around her neck and gently stroked her right cheek.
"This seat has always been generous to beautiful women. Just answer my question honestly, maybe I can spare you fate."
Feng Yi's body began to tremble violently. She noticed that the person behind her only gently stroked her cheek, but she felt a huge fear originated from the very depth of her soul.
"He will die!" Feng Yi hurriedly said in shock, "If I hand him over, he will die!"
"Hmm… dishonest," as the voice sounded, the hand that had originally stayed on her cheek slowly moved down.
Further down, it was her neck.
Feng Yi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she was only a few steps away from death!
However, the worst situation Feng Yi expected did not appear, and the hand eventually only gently pinched her chin.
"Woman, he won't die because you did not plan to hand him over at all, did you?"
Who do you mean?
Feng Yi did not understand the intention of the person behind her, and under the threat of death, she began to think about all kinds of random things.
In the end, she took a deep breath secretly and gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I did not plan to hand him over at all!"
"Hmm… that's right. It's just as I said, isn't it?"
"Beautiful and smart woman, this seat will ignore your fate for the time being…"
"Who!"
This time, the voice originated from the fatty instead.
All of the people who had been "rooted" earlier suddenly returned to normal.
The fat man questioned the mysterious shadow behind Feng Yi and showed his weapon at the same time. Obviously, he was also very afraid of this mysterious person who appeared out of nowhere like a ghost.
"When the abyssal demons came to Martial City previously, you should've already been dead. Letting you ants live until now is my last kindness to you."
The fat guy was shocked when he heard the words, but his face was forced to be calm and said, "Dare to pretend to be a god or ghost here? Kill this guy!"
"Haha, pickled ants, you even dare to kill the god too?"
Feng Yi then felt that hand holding her chin moved.
Feeling this change, Feng Yi moved her eyes down and saw the hand holding her chin open in front of her.
Then, the shadowy hand gave it a light grip.
No sky dimmed, no earth shook.
But the fatty, along with everyone else on this cruise ship, had their eyes rolled back, their faces turned bloodless, and soon, they turned into corpses that looked very dry as if it had been thousands of years since their death.
Then, just a moment later, those dry corpses crumbled down and turned into ashes and were then blown away by the cold wind.
"If fate permits, we will meet each other again, woman…"
The voice faded away, and the mysterious person blended with darkness and disappeared strangely.
But unbeknown to Feng Yi, a small dark dot of light the size of a thumb materialized and shot into the forehead of the boy.
Feng Yi's body returned to freedom, the sky was soft red, and she slumped on the ground.
After a long time, Feng Yi slowly turned around, looking back in the direction when she came.
Over there, it was Martial City.
…
Martial City, night.
The incoming abyssal demons had been wiped out.
The officials were dealing with post-war matters.
But what was strange was that the battle was clearly over, but the middle and high-level members of the five major organizations were still busy. Among them, the Ability Guild was the most dispatched.
They seemed to be looking for someone.
When Yang Song was in doubt, several people from the five major organizations found him.
As soon as they saw Yang Song, they hurriedly gave a solemn bow.
"Thank you, senior, for helping!"
Yang Song waved his hand casually, he did not talk nonsense about this matter, but directly asked, "What are you people still doing?"
Those several people looked at each and their faces immediately became serious.
From this look, things seemed a bit serious.
"Senior may not know, Xian Qingxue is missing, and we are busy looking for her now."
Xian Qingxue?
Yang Song naturally did not know who this person was.
Seeing that he had some doubts, one person quickly explained, "Senior, this Xian Qingxue is the only daughter of the Xian Family in Northern Spirit Province."
Yang Song understood this time.
This so-called Northern Spirit Xian Family was a family created by Three Stars Masters, the three powerhouses among the top ten powerhouses.
Therefore, this Xiang Qingxue, based on seniority, should be regarded as the granddaughter of those three women.
The granddaughter of Three Stars Masters had disappeared in Martial City, it was not an exaggeration to say that this was a big deal.
…
The next day, the fact that the abyssal demons came to the Martial City of C Country twice had exploded the whole world.
The first time the abyssal demons came to the world, it was small in scale, and the final boss was ultimately killed by Yang Song shortly after it appeared.
Therefore, although the major organizations of C Country attached great importance to them and had made adequate preparations for the various possible incidents, they planned to deal with them coldly in public opinion to avoid panic.
But yesterday, this time the abyssal demons came to the world again, they not only came on a large scale, but they also attacked Martial City directly, one of the main economic centers of C Country!
Such a major event could not be suppressed in any way.
Therefore, the entire C Country had exploded, and there were overwhelming reports and discussions about abyssal demons, all kinds of optimistic analysis, pessimism, and a series of continuous doubts.
For a while, the UU platform, BIB, and several other social media platforms were so dense with all kinds of posts.
Just as Yang Song was about to go back to the White Dragon Abode, he suddenly received a call from Yang Haodong.
"What is it?"
"Father, it's not good. Mingfei has disappeared!"
"Huh? What about his phone? Did you try calling him?" Yang Song was taken aback slightly and asked quickly.
"We tried, but his phone seems to be off. I and several other people have been finding him for a while now, but we couldn't see him anywhere!"
"Don't panic. Did you report it to the police yet?" Yang Song was not panicked because when he looked at Yang Mingfei's status on the system panel, he saw that the lad was alive and kicking.
As for his whereabouts… he was currently on the East Sea of Martial City and his position seemed to be moving forward?
Yang Song was stunned by this.
What is that guy doing? Is he flying?
"Don't worry, he's fine. This old man has no bad premonition, so he should be fine," although he had doubts, he still comforted Yang Haodong.
"…" Yang Haodong on the other side of the phone was speechless for a while.
So if you don't have a bad premonition, it means that nothing bad will happen? What if the connection is too late and your bad premonition comes later? What kind of logic is this? Also, from your tone, you don't seem to be worried at all, do you?
Yang Haodong somehow wanted to curse a certain someone, but thinking of the identity of the other party, he quickly dispelled his messy thoughts.
Yang Song could understand why this son went silent, so he explained leisurely, "Don't worry, this old man is not joking about this kind of life and death matter…"
Yang Song then gazed at Yang Mingfei's quick-moving position on the system panel and added, "Maybe you can go to his school to find him. Perhaps he is just sleeping somewhere?"
When Yang Haodong heard this, he suddenly found out that he had not checked Yang Mingfei's school yet, so he hurriedly hung up the phone and quickly went to Yang Mingfei's school.
The reason why he was worried was reasonable. After all, the current situation in the world was not so calm. Abyssal demons could come out at any time. And since he couldn't be contacted like this, as a parent, Yang Haodong could only think about the worst so as not to be sad later on…
Yang Song sighed slightly and looked in the direction of Tong City, Yang Mingfei's school.
With a slight gesture of his hands, the Blue Bolt Sword quickly appeared and he rode it away. Since it was nighttime, he could fly with his sword without worries of being spotted.
