Shock! My Nine Suns Divine Art Has Millions Of Layers

Chapter 261 Overturn The World!

"Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, a man should be like this!"

Taking a deep breath, Feng Weitong calmed down his agitated mind.

At the bottom of her sultry eyes, a hint of intoxication flashed quietly.

"Aristocratic families can be destroyed with a snap of a finger, but my martial ancestor, Lin Dong, will live forever!"

Thinking of this sentence, Feng Weitong's calm mind just now set off a turbulent wave.

The fascination in her eyes was about to overflow.

"This sentence has been repeated over thousands of years in Hidden Dragon City. Among the countless martial artists in the thousands of years, only Martial Patriarch Lin Dong is qualified to say such a sentence!"

"This is also a sentence that countless fighters in the "September 47" in Hidden Dragon City wanted to say, but they dared not say it."

"Martial arts have been suppressed by aristocratic families for thousands of years in Hidden Dragon City, and finally, at this moment, there is such a stalwart figure as Martial Patriarch Lin Dong!"

As if thinking of something, Feng Weitong's expression froze for a moment.

The fascination and fascination on her cheeks disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead, all over Feng Weitong's cheeks was a look of gnashing of resentment.

Even, on her body, a sudden murderous intent erupted.

Immediately, there was an icy voice, from Feng Weitong's teeth, spit out word by word:

"If only I could be as powerful as Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, I will definitely kill Chu Beitian, that good-for-nothing young master of the Chu family!"

Feng Weitong has always remembered Chu Beitian's intention to do some unruly things to her when she drank, drugged, and drugged her drink.

She really wanted to hack Chu Beitian to death.

However, Feng Weitong also knew that once she really did this, the Chu family would definitely retaliate crazily.

At that time, they will face the Chu family, the top family in Hidden Dragon City.

Her Feng family did not have such a tyrannical figure like Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, so, waiting for the end of their Feng family, there was only the miserable end of being wiped out by the Chu family.

She, Feng Weitong, is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to implicate the entire Feng family because of her.

So, she can only bear it!

"Ugh!"

Feng Weitong sighed depressingly, shook her head with depression in her heart, left the gate of the martial arts hall, turned her steps, and walked towards Feng's residence.

The martial arts gym opened by Feng's family is not far from Feng's residence, and it takes about two sticks of incense to walk there.

Moreover, Feng Wei didn't know that there was a path.

If she took this path, she only needed a stick of incense to return to Feng's residence.

Feng Weitong walked on this path called Niping Lane.

At this moment, the inside of Mud Bottle Alley is gloomy, and there are not many lanterns lit on both sides of the street, which can only faintly illuminate the outline of Mud Bottle Alley.

"Huh? Why is there a person squatting there?"

Feng Weitong, who was walking fast in the mud bottle alley, passed a corner of the wall of the bottle holer inadvertently with cold eyes.

Suddenly, a blurry figure in the corner came into Feng Weitong's eyes.

"A child?"

Feng Weitong's footsteps stopped suddenly, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she looked up and down at the figure in the corner.

That was a petite little boy.

At this moment, he is curled up in the corner.

A low whimper sounded from the boy's mouth, echoing in the Mud Bottle Alley.

"call!"

Seeing that it was a crying little boy, Feng Weitong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The palm that was originally pressed on the handle of the knife, ready to draw the knife at any time, was also slowly released at this time...

After a little hesitation, Feng Weitong moved towards the little boy curled up in the corner.

"Children, don't walk around at night, go home quickly.

Approaching the corner of the wall, looking at the curled up and sobbing little boy, Feng Weitong said softly.

"Sister, can you lend me something?"

As soon as Feng Weitong finished speaking, the little boy's crying stopped abruptly.

Immediately, a slightly immature voice came from his mouth.

"What do you want to borrow?"

Hearing the little boy's words, Feng Weitong was slightly taken aback.

"I want to borrow my sister's nose."

There was a very obvious excitement in the little boy's immature voice.

"Huh? Lend me a nose? How?"

Feng Weitong could hear every word of the little boy's words clearly, but for a while, she didn't understand what it meant.

What is borrowing your nose?

Do you still have a nose?

How to borrow this nose?

Just when Feng Weitong couldn't help but feel a little stunned, the little boy in front of her who was curled up in the corner slowly stood up straight.

Then, slowly turned the body around.

With the help of the dim and sparse moonlight, and the dim candlelight from the lanterns on both sides of the street.

The appearance of this little boy fell into Feng Weitong's sight instantly.

"what!"

The little boy who showed his appearance made Feng Weitong, who had been staring closely at him, his dark pupils shrank wolfishly at this moment.

Feng Weitong couldn't help but screamed.

Then, in horror, Feng Weitong stepped back a few steps. .