Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

"Let go!" Feng Xiaoxun's voice was so cold it could freeze: "Do you think I really won't kill you?!"

But Fang Xiyan still hugged his arm tightly: "If you want to kill... just kill him!"

Gu Ximo and the others have not fled far yet. If Feng Xiaoxun wanted to pursue them, they would be able to catch up in a moment.

A murderous look appeared on Feng Xiao Xunjun's face, and the anger in his heart surged like a wave. His arm shook slightly, and Fang Xiyan fell straight down from his arm as if being shocked by an electric shock, and fell to the ground with a thud.

It was so hard that her broken arm hit the ground first, which made her groan in pain and almost fainted.

Feng Xiaoxun moved slightly. He was about to chase her out, but he stopped slightly when he heard her groan.

His calves tightened, and Fang Xiyan actually took advantage of the situation to hug one of his legs: "If you want to kill them, kill me first!"

By this time, she had completely given up. They came to save her, how could she just watch them die because of her?

And it was such a tragic way to die...

Feng Xiaoxun's face instantly turned pale!

What good is there about those humble humans?

Is it worth her desperate maintenance?!

Or is she still after that damn piece of white tofu?!

"Get out!" He raised his foot, and Fang Xiyan was kicked and rolled over.

As soon as he moved, he was about to fly out. Unless he killed those seven people under his palm, the bad breath in his heart would not be released.

"Feng Xiaoxun!" A sharp shout came from behind, and Fang Xiyan's voice sounded coldly: "You chase me, or I will die!"

Just six words nailed Feng Xiaoxun's footsteps. He turned around slowly and saw that Fang Xiyan had stood up at some point. Her left arm was hanging softly, and the short knife in her right hand was pressed against her own snow-white neck.

, the tip of the knife has penetrated into the flesh, and blood flows out from the ulcer, winding down her neck and flowing into the skirt of her clothes...

Feng Xiaoxun narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at her, clenched his fingers inch by inch, and said coldly: "You are so confident, do you really think you can threaten me?"

Fang Xiyan's broken arm was so painful that her heart and liver were scratching her head. Her originally pretty face was turning blue with pain, and beads of sweat were rolling down her temples. She stood there holding on, looking like she might fall down at any time.

He just held on there with just one breath.

Hearing Feng Xiaoxun's words, she suddenly laughed, and a touch of sarcasm flashed across her originally clear eyes: "Are you kidding me? Who am I in your eyes? I am nothing! At best, I am nothing.

It's just a substitute..."

Feng Xiaoxun choked at her words and snorted: "It's good that you know! Your life and death cannot threaten mine..."

As long as he is willing, he can resurrect her even if she dies. As long as her soul remains, he can make her possess the body of any living being——

Fang Xiyan smiled again. She was already weak and would collapse if the wind blew, but she could still laugh. Her voice was cold and crisp: "I'm not threatening you. I know I don't have the qualifications. I just want to inform you."

Just tell me, you can go chase them and kill them, maybe you can come back and collect their bodies for me."

There was determination on her pretty face, and she had obviously made up her mind.