C2

The surroundings were filled with outstanding dark guards that he had personally raised. Not even a fly could fly in, let alone out.

Withdrawing his gaze, the bronze masked man coldly swept a glance at the four most outstanding hidden guards, then waved his hand, and a cold metal voice rang out, "Don't let her escape, and even more so, don't let her die." Otherwise, all of you will die. "

"Yes, master. Please rest assured." A sonorous and forceful answer pierced through the air, startling all the birds in the surroundings.

This terrain, this guards, and his territory would never allow any accidents to happen.

Pride as he was, he had never known mistakes. Thinking of this, he indifferently turned around, stretched out his movement technique and quickly flew away.

When Feng Feixuan woke up once more, it was already night, and the room was completely dark. This sleep was as if she had slept for half a century, and the aches and sores throughout her entire body seemed to have been torn apart and reassembled.

Thinking of the humiliation she had suffered during the day, Feng Feixuan tried her best to suppress the hatred in her heart. She knew that a gentleman's revenge was not too late, so it was more important for her to stay alive.

Feng Feixuan sat up and licked her dry lips, then a strong, bitter taste spread throughout her mouth; it seemed to be the taste of some medicine. In her daze, she remembered someone prying open her mouth and feeding her something. Was it poison?

With the insidious nature of the bronze masked man, she absolutely did not think that this medicine would be beneficial to her.

What in the world was going on? What blood feud did this bronze masked man and his original body have? Why did he use such heartless methods to deal with a weak girl?

" Feng Feixuan cursed in a low voice. If he gave her a Type 92 pistol, he would definitely turn the bronze-masked devil into a beehive. If he didn't get an American ghost bomb, no matter how strong he was, he would still die without a complete corpse.

However, the imagination was beautiful, but reality had really hit her in the face. She didn't even have a knife now, let alone a gun or a shell.

Focusing on it, he discovered that on the left thumb was actually an emerald ring. It was crystal clear and he could clearly see the texture inside, and right now, there seemed to be faint traces of blood within the veins, causing the entire ring to feel a little hot all over.

Previously, she hadn't paid much attention because she had been too engrossed in her battle with the bronze masked man. Now, instead of looking at her, she felt that it was strange. No matter how she looked at it, this ring didn't look like it belonged to a little girl. Furthermore, its whole body was burning hot, especially when it was accidentally close to its lips.

Why is that? Was there any temptation in her lips? There was nothing in her mouth but the bitter taste of medicine.

However, as a mediocre special forces soldier, Feng Feixuan didn't like things that could affect her movements, but she tried it. The ring on her finger was very tight, probably because the owner of this body wore it when he was very young, and couldn't even pull it off this time.

She moved her thumb a little and found that the ring was very thin and its width did not affect the movement of her thumb. She did not want to spend too much time on it, so she decided to not bother with it for now.

After adapting to the darkness within the room and relying on her detection, Feng Feixuan's eyesight was no different than if it was daytime. She endured the pain and got off the bed. She picked up the deformed dress on the floor and randomly draped it over her body. She tore open the skirt and wrapped her legs as well. Her hands, chest, and waist also did the same.

Feng Feixuan snuck to the door and listened attentively. A dozen faintly discernible breathing sounds could be heard. Even though they had concealed it well, Feng Feixuan had still caught it. All of these people, without exception, were experts in combat. As for inner strength and Qing Gong, although she didn't understand them, her combat prowess could easily be determined from the sound of her breath.

Her strength was in close combat, which allowed her to quickly fight for her life. But if she went out now, she wouldn't be a match for any of them.

What should he do? While Feng Feixuan was racking her brains to come up with a plan, her stomach actually let out a "gulp" as she didn't expect herself to be this hungry.

This body was too weak, and during the day, it went through a terrible ordeal. Until now, it hadn't even started dripping with water, and if it wasn't for her good endurance as a commando, she would have already been lying on the bed.

However, even though the bronze masked man was full of killing intent, it was only bullying and not killing her. Being imprisoned here was enough to prove that she still had some value and would not die easily if she did not achieve her goal.

With this analysis, an idea suddenly popped into Feng Feixuan's heart.

Camouflage had always been a compulsory lesson for the special forces, and she had long mastered it to perfection.

Without a sound, he returned to his bed and lay down. Using the remaining sheet, he tightly covered himself, revealing only his head. In his hand, he tightly gripped a belt. After preparing everything, Feng Feixuan's heavy aura brewed for a moment, then she closed her eyes and painfully yelled, "Water, water …"

"Water, cough cough …" "It feels so bad, the water …" Feng Feixuan's acting became more and more intense, and the murmurs and coughs in her dreams were completely like those of a feverish patient talking in his sleep.

At this moment, the two people on the roof noticed something was off. The master said she couldn't let her die.

The two of them looked at each other, then one of them nodded, flew down, and walked towards the kitchen.

An hour later, the black clothed man returned with a box. Inside the box were not only the fragrance of food, but also a faint medicinal fragrance. Clearly, it was a medicine to dispel the cold.

Yiya!

At the same time that the door opened, Feng Feixuan muttered as if nothing had happened, "Water …" However, the words that came out from her withered lips were weak, weak to the point that it seemed as if she would lose her breath in the next moment.

The man in black didn't dare to delay any longer. He quickly took out some medicine from his food box and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, he scooped up spoonfuls after spoonfuls and fed them to her.

Feng Feixuan naturally didn't dare to open her eyes, but she clenched her hands tightly under the blanket, ready to move at any time. As for her dry lips, once they met with the medicine, it felt like she had been drinking it for a long time, even having drank quite a bit with her eyes closed.

The moment the black clothed man turned around and was about to put down the medicine bowl, Feng Feixuan abruptly opened her eyes, and sat up with an unparalleled speed. The belt in her hands moved across the black clothed man's neck, and without missing a beat, she found the most fatal position, abruptly exerted her strength, and instantly tightened it, not even allowing him to make the last bit of sound.

No matter how good his inner strength was, he could not create a big wave without breathing. Moreover, what Feng Feixuan was holding was his most fatal throat.

She strained to pull him into her belt and watch him struggle in agony before her eyes. Death.

The black clothed person's eyes were still full of grievance as he stared straight at Feng Feixuan. Only at the last moment did he believe that this weak girl that had no inner strength had actually killed him with ease.