"That's good." Feng Guang patted Zhao Xiaolu's head. "If you cooperate with me, I can make them stop this war."
"Sister! How could you touch her head?!" Xia Tian was furious. She was clearly her younger sister! Who did this woman named Zhao Xiaolu think she was?!
Zhao Xiaolu glanced casually at Xia Tian, then grabbed Feng Guang's hand expectantly and asked, "Wanyang, how should I cooperate with you?"
Feng Guang sighed inwardly, thinking how adorably naive Zhao Xiaolu was. After sighing, she raised her hand and pressed the dagger against Zhao Xiaolu's neck. Zhao Xiaolu was initially frightened, but when she remembered Feng Guang's words about cooperating, she calmed down.
Summer, who watched the whole thing, said she didn't understand.
Just then, the two groups of people who were fighting fiercely heard a voice: "The hostage is in my hands, stop right now!"
hostage?
These two words sounded impressive, so everyone unconsciously stopped and focused their attention on Feng Guang, who was standing in the center of the crowd.
Shen Wuyan and Ou Xun exchanged a glance, and then looked at the scenery in unison.
"Hehehe..." Feng Guang grabbed Zhao Xiaolu and laughed sinisterly a few times, "Whether you're from the Miyin Pavilion or the Black-Clad Gang, listen up, the hostage is in my hands now. If you keep fighting, I'll kill him."
"Don't kill the ticket!" Potato stepped forward, looking very nervous.
Pineapple nervously said, "Goddess, calm down! Just tell me what you want!"
Fengchen Yiqiang looked bewildered. "What are you two doing?"
"What are you doing! Boss, the goddess has hostages in her hands!" Potato yelled.
Pineapple said in a heartless tone, "How could you be so cruel?! The goddess has a life on her hands, didn't you see that, Boss?!"
The black-clad crowd instantly turned their indifferent gazes to Feng Chen Yi Qiang.
Feeling uneasy, Feng Chenyi asked uncertainly, "Are you... very familiar with Zhao Xiaolu?"
Potato: "It's not cooked."
Pineapple: "I don't know him."
Jiang Shan: "I don't remember."
Qianshan: "Never heard of it."
...
"Then what are you all so excited about!" Feng Chen shouted, "Besides, this is a game, a game, comrades! You can be resurrected if you die!"
Potato and Pineapple whispered to each other, "The boss has no sense of humor."
"He's just a bit slow-witted," Pineapple said dismissively.
Feng Chen almost coughed up a mouthful of blood with one shot!
The Black-Clad Gang members are always unreliable, but Ren Woxing is like a breath of fresh air among them. Even though he is on the side of the Black-Clad Gang, he seems to have an aura that isolates him from that stupid atmosphere.
To put it bluntly, he couldn't fit into the group, which is why he was called Ren Woxing (meaning "free spirit").
By now, Shen Wuyan could guess Ren Woxing's true identity, but he wasn't paying much attention to Ren Woxing. Instead, he focused on Feng Guang and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Guess what I'm going to do by grabbing her and putting a dagger to her neck?" Feng Guang smiled radiantly, glancing at Ou Xun out of the corner of her eye, trying to discern any expression on his face. Unfortunately, Ou Xun's expression remained unchanged throughout; he simply stared at her quietly with his calm and unwavering eyes.
Shen Wuyan put away his zither and slung it over his back. There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in his tone, "What do you want to play now?"
"Fuck your sister!" Feng Guang couldn't stand his childish tone, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Just when everyone in the Miyin Pavilion thought their leader was about to explode, he casually said, "I don't have a sister."
Someone was so scared that they dropped their weapon. You don't need to answer questions like that, gang leader. Just pick up your weapon and kill her!
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