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Chapter 87 The Death of Ye Xiaowen

“Deal with that woman first.”

Seeing that Wang Feng could not attack for a long time, the assassins were a little anxious, and immediately separated one person and rushed towards Ye Xiaowen behind Wang Feng.

“mean–”

Wang Feng roared, seeing a killer abandoning himself and rushing towards Ye Xiaowen, he was a little distracted in a hurry, and a huge wound was immediately cut on his back by a dagger.

Fortunately, he retreated in time. Before the assassin rushed up, he already stood in front of Ye Xiaowen and stopped the assassin.

“Ha ha–”

Seeing that this trick was effective, the killers stopped pressing Wang Feng, and instead continued to attack Ye Xiaowen.

Wang Feng wanted to protect his own vitals and distracted to protect Ye Xiaowen from attack. He suddenly felt a little powerless. The two of them were in danger in an instant.

“I, Wang Feng, swear that if Xiaowen suffers a little bit of harm today, I will kill you even at the end of the world.”

Although Wang Feng even scored several times on his body, fortunately, Ye Xiaowen was not hurt.

But the other party greeted Ye Xiaowen completely, making Wang Feng still unable to use his full strength, and yelled angrily.

“Really? I want to see, how did you kill us?”

“Jie Jie–”

The leading assassin laughed wildly with disdain, and the tricks he used became more and more sinister and contemptible.

A killer slammed the dagger in his hand towards Ye Xiaowen. Wang Feng, who was fighting the crowd, was really lacking in avatars. He could only choose to use his body to resist, and a huge blood mark was immediately drawn.

“Damn—”

Wang Feng’s combat effectiveness was already inferior to the opponent, and now he was injured one after another, and he was already somewhat invincible at the moment.

And Zang Jieliang was also entangled by several people, and it takes a certain amount of time to come, and the situation of Wang Feng and Ye Xiaowen is already extremely critical.

“It’s over, I’m afraid I really want to explain here today.”

Wang Feng, who had lost a lot of blood, was already somewhat exhausted, and he was about to pass out in a coma.

A person who had been hidden for a long time suddenly took advantage of Wang Feng’s unpreparedness and shot the hidden weapon on his arm at him. The hidden weapon looked like an embroidered silver needle, as thin as a hair, and as fast as lightning, with as many as a dozen shots out in a row, etc. When Wang Feng found out, he was already too late to dodge.

“careful–”

Ye Xiaowen rushed forward regardless of her body and stood in front of Wang Feng. The silver needle pierced Ye Xiaowen’s chest in an instant.

The blood flowed like a shot, and he fell weakly.

“Xiaowen——”

Upon seeing this, Wang Feng kicked the assassin beside him, and hurriedly hugged her between him.

“I know we have no results, but I am willing to wait forever.

“Don’t cry, I am willing to die for you, willingly.”

“Maybe this is my best relief!”

Ye Xiaowen smiled miserably, and handed a dagger hidden in the chaos to Wang Feng’s hand.

“Hold it and protect yourself.”

After speaking, I always collapsed weakly.

“what–”

A puff of anger rushed out of Wang Feng’s body, and saw his eyes flushed with blood, staring at several killers with savage expressions like madness.

“You all have to die today—”

Feishen made a leap and rushed to a killer. The dagger in his hand swung the killer’s head and suddenly a rain of blood spurted out.

“How is it possible? Why is this kid so powerful all of a sudden.”

That assassin was also very good, but in front of Wang Feng, he didn’t even block a move.

The remaining assassins panicked instantly. At this moment, Wang Feng was like a demon. With a light wave of his dagger, he cut off the assassin beside him along with the dagger he was resisting.

Shaped like a ghost and fast as a horror, wandering among the killers, the swords and swords will kill you when you see blood!

“He, he broke the limit!”

“Is this the legendary Qi Jin——”

The leading assassin couldn’t believe that Wang Feng broke through his own limit and entered the realm of a dark-powered martial artist.

“How is this possible?”

“Even the descendant of the ancient Wuzong sect who has practiced martial arts for many years can’t enter the realm of the dark power martial artist at such a young age, and he is only more than 20 years old, how could he set foot in that field.”

“Unless, unless he has been instructed by a grandmaster since he was a child—”

But the situation at the scene no longer allowed him to analyze in shock, and the whole reversed in an instant, Wang Feng rushed towards the killers with a single blow.

Suddenly, the blood was raining, and there were stumps and arms everywhere. The killer who had been chasing after him just now all fled in fright.

The person in front of him was really terrifying, just a few tricks to kill three or four of them, compared with “Living Hades” Zang Jieliang is not at all weaker.

“What are you doing in a daze, run!”

Finally, a killer couldn’t bear the fear in his heart and turned around and ran away.

But how could Wang Feng let them get what they wanted, they had already reached the madness, daggers danced wildly in his hand, and headless corpses fell down beside him.

Until all these killers were eliminated, he was exhausted.

When Wang Feng woke up again, it was the afternoon of the third day, and only a glimpse of Azike was accompanied by him in the confusion.

“This is where?”

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, and he could only see clearly the white walls around him, and Wang Feng asked weakly, covered in wounds.

“This is the hospital, it’s okay.”

Seeing Wang Feng waking up, Azike held his hand and couldn’t help crying with joy.

“Xiaowen, how is Xiaowen?”

Wang Feng suddenly thought of Ye Xiaowen and asked eagerly.

“Sister Ye, she—”

“died!”

Azike didn’t know what to say, but knew that he couldn’t lie to him, and could only speak truthfully.

“what–”

When Wang Feng was struck by lightning, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The unbelief asked again: “Why, how could this be?”

“Impossible, you must lie to me again, right?”

But Azike nodded in confirmation.

“Xiaowen, really dead.”

Recalling the bit by bit the two had had, Wang Feng burst into tears and wept.

It’s all because of Xiaowen, how could she die if it wasn’t for herself?

All blame me, all blame me!

Self-blame, grief, regret, heartache

With all kinds of emotions blending, Wang Feng only felt dizzy, and he was about to pass out again.

Azike hurriedly let him lean on himself and pinched Wang Feng hard according to the doctor’s instructions. This caused Wang Feng to wake up, and at the same time hurriedly called the doctor anxiously.

Zang Jieliang and Ajie Adong, who were guarding outside the door, hurried in when they heard the call. Adong was originally a medical expert in the army, and took Wang Feng’s pulse before the attending doctor came.

“fine.”

“Wang Shao had wounds on his body, plus a period of excessive grief, which led to the lack of qi and blood. It will be fine for a while.”

After exploring, Adong said to everyone, and at the same time asked Azike to feed Wang Feng some water.

It took a while for Wang Feng to feel relieved, but he was already weak and his face was pale and scary.

Looking out the window without saying a word, biting his lips tightly, tears couldn’t help streaming down

“Feng’er, don’t do this.”

“I know that Sister Ye died for you, and she certainly doesn’t want to see you like this.”

“The deceased has passed away, you should just keep your eyes on it.”

Azike hugged Wang Feng tightly, hoping to warm his sad heart with his soft body.

Seeing Wang Feng like this, she was also very sad, tears streaming down Wang Feng’s arms.

“I’m sorry, Young Master, I’m not good at protecting you.”

“Miss Ye’s death, I should take full responsibility, you can rest assured that I will give you an account.”

Zang Jieliang bowed deeply to Wang Feng, then turned around to leave.

“stop–”

Wang Feng exhausted all his strength and shouted suddenly.

He naturally knew that Zang Jieliang would definitely go to the Quadrangle for revenge, but he would undoubtedly die.

Besides, Wang Feng would naturally retaliate this hatred. Wang Feng didn’t want anyone to fight for him.

“But?”

Zang Jieliang stopped sullenly, and he didn’t protect Wang Feng, and he felt guilty for many days.