Princess Against the World

Xiang Yi's posture maintains upward tension.

Only in a state of high muscle tension, people will have such extreme movements.

With Xiang Yi's physique, he couldn't do such an action.

certainly!

Except for the dead!

"Dengdengdeng..."

A series of footsteps suddenly appeared at the gate of the garden.

A group of people came under pressure.

At that moment, everyone saw Ling Luoyu standing still.

There was only a moment of silence, and an old man in a gray robe softened and fell to the ground.

"Yi'er..."

Someone was going to help him, but he was violently knocked away.

"You all go away!"

He crawled to Xiang Yi crying.

"Yi'er, don't scare dad..."

At that moment, Ling Luoyu slowly walked towards Xiang Yi from the side. When he saw his face, his heart sank.

Xiang Yi's face still kept a terrified expression, and his facial features were already distorted.

In his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, purple blood stains sprayed out in a jet-like state and fell straight to the ground.

"Yi'er!"

The old man suddenly exerted force and hugged Xiang Yi in his arms.

"Yi'er, wake up, I'm your father...don't scare me..."

At this time, Ling Bufan and others also heard the news and rushed over. When they saw the situation in front of them, they all looked a little weird.

This was a happy day for Feng Chenglin, but now it has suddenly become bloody, which is really unfortunate.

In particular, Feng Zaitang felt even more relieved.

This kind of unfortunate thing happened in his home, how can he feel comfortable in his heart! ?

Seeing the old man crying with his son in his arms, Feng Zaitang carefully stepped forward.

"Lao Xiang, this... what the hell is going on?! What's wrong with Young Master Yi?!"

"What's the matter? Does this need to be said?!"

Kai suddenly stared at Feng Zaitang, the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to spurt out.

"Old Zaifu, something happened to Yi'er in your mansion, you have to give me a fair account and let my son die!"

Feng Zaitang nodded hurriedly: "Yes! Yes!! I will definitely check this matter and give Master Yi an explanation..."

"That's what you said!" Kai moved forward as if he had caught a life-saving straw, and suddenly pulled Feng Zaitang's sleeve: "Old Saisuke, you have to decide for my son!"

Feng Zaitang almost fell over, and quickly responded: "Call the shots! Call the shots! You must call the shots!"

He doesn't even know what's going on here, how can he be the master? !

"But... what's going on here? Didn't Young Master Yi drink in the main hall? How could something happen here!?"

Dryly gulping down a sip of saliva, he glanced at Xiang Yi's death.

"And... how did Young Master Yi die!?"

Ling Luoyu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said lazily: "He was shattered by someone's profound energy in an instant, and the pressure on his heart was high, causing the blood pulse to collide, causing all the blood in his heart to spurt out at that moment..."

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked different.

Especially when driving forward, his eyes are even more ferocious.

Seeing that something was wrong, Feng Zaitang quickly gave Ling Bufan a wink and motioned him to ask Ling Luoyu.

This little killing god, Ling Bufan, an old man, can be intimidated.

If there is a disagreement, there may be a possibility of tearing down his Feng family.

So, words! He'd better say less.

Ling Bufan was also wondering: "Yu'er, according to what you see, what level of profound energy did Young Master Yi die under?!"

The ability to shatter the internal organs in one move, and the power to smash the blood out, is absolutely not to be underestimated.