The One Hundred and Fortieth Chapter Two Heroes' Fury (6)

  At the end of the banquet, after all, there is always a banquet in the world, even for three people.

  The phantom lightly opened her lips and said: "It's almost there. In order to satisfy the two of you and hope that they will have fun, I specially arranged a show."

  As soon as these words came out, Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng stopped their movements before and after, and then turned their eyes to the phantom. The time to come will finally come...

The Phantom did not continue to start the show, but watched back and forth between Feng Qinghan and Zhao Ziheng, then the corners of his lips evoked a playful arc, and then fixed his sight on Feng Qinghan and smiled: "Originally, this show was specially designed for You prepared it, but..."

   Turning back to Zhao Ziheng while talking about the Phantom’s gaze, and continued: “Since King Zhao is here, how about enjoying it together?

I don’t know if it was deliberately said to Feng Qinghan or Zhao Ziheng, or both. What is certain is that both of them have a certain degree of mood swing after hearing this, but fortunately they They are all good at hiding so they didn’t show it on their faces; Feng Qinghan knew that the phantom would not simply hand over Yinyin, but he was a little expectant about what tricks he would play, as long as he didn’t exceed the bottom line, it would be fine; as for Zhao Ziheng, I don’t know if I haven't seen each other for too long, and there is a sense of inexplicable tension, and the wine glass in his hand is slowly clenched.

  After looking at the two of them, the Phantom took two shots with both hands, indicating the beginning of the show!

In the silent space, it seems that no sound can be heard, only the sound of the slight friction of the chains is gradually approaching and getting louder...The first thing that appeared in front of Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan were two men in Tsing Yi, one of them holding one in his hand. A chain, and the other end of the chain is followed by a woman in pure white dance clothes, her slender arms are bound by a chain, and her eyes are blindfolded. Not only her hands, but the woman’s feet are also chained, although The chains on her hands and feet are not rough, but they still leave deep bruises on the delicate skin bound by the chains. In addition to the marks left by the chains, there are also many wounds all over her body, indicating that she has faced What kind of cruel encounter, especially the blood stains on her pure white dance clothes, is even more shocking. She is naked and bare, moving hard step by step, and every step she moves will leave a **** footprint; and Behind the dancer, there were two men in Tsing Yi, and the four men surrounded the dancer as if they were afraid of her escape.

Repressing the impulse in his heart, the fingers of Zhao Ziheng holding the wine glass have turned white, showing that he is actively controlling his emotions, staring at the dancing girl... Whether it is Zhao Ziheng or the wind is cold. , I know who that dancing girl is, but I didn't expect it to be such a heinous thing.

  The magical spirit watched the reaction of Zhao Ziheng and Feng Qinghan jokingly. Feng Qinghan was still stable, only with Zhao Ziheng... After changing his calmness and self-control, his expression was obviously a bit agitated, and it was not difficult to see that he was suppressing the anger in his heart.

  The man in Tsing Yi took the dancer onto the stage and then retreated to the stage. The four of them just retreated to the four corners.

  Taking a deep breath, Feng Qinghan turned to the phantom and said: "What do you mean by this?"

When the wind and cold voice fell, the figure on the stage shook subconsciously. He raised his head and looked at the source of the sound. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Obviously, he could not hear any sound when he watched the movement of his mouth.

   "As you can see, I prepared a wonderful show, and she..." The Phantom faced the dancer on the stage, and then said: "It's the protagonist."

As the phantom's sight moved to the dancer on the stage, Feng Qinghan's sight also turned around. He saw that the dancer was facing him and his lips were closed as if they were saying something, but he couldn't hear a word. , And then saw that dancing girl slowly raised her trembling hands to hold her throat...

   Before the wind and the cold, his expression was a little stiff. He stared at the dancer on the stage without squinting, and said, "What's the matter?"

   "Maybe I want to say something, but it's a pity..." The ghost replied with a smile, but there was a pause in the middle of the conversation: "She's just a dumb."

Immediately afterwards, the sound of ceramic cracking penetrated everyone's eardrums. Feng Qinghan and Phantom turned their eyes to the source of the sound at the same time. Zhao Ziheng was still holding a wine glass and stopped in mid-air. The hand was now clenched into a fist and fist. The wine between the fingers was continuously overflowing with the red liquid on the table in front of him. His complexion was pale, and his eyes were straight at the dancer on the stage, his lips pressed because of anger and suppression. A line, the whole body was trembling slightly... the whole body was trying to control the vent clamor.

  Obviously, the dancer on the stage also heard the voice, but she was blindfolded completely unable to see what was going on in front of her and who was there.

  Looking at Zhao Ziheng’s reaction carefully, the phantom’s smile became stronger, and the corners of his lips evoked an upward arc, and said: "Wang Zhao has any dissatisfaction with the show I arranged?"

When she heard the word'Zhao Wang', the dancing girl staggered back and almost fell. She looked... should be looking, she was facing Zhao Ziheng's direction, because of the previous With that sound, slowly lowered the arms stroking her throat, her lips were trembling, and then a red bloodshot spilled from the corner of her mouth, because the red cloth covered her eyes so that she could not see her expression...

  Feng Qinghan suddenly closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, turned to the phantom, and asked, "What do you want?"

  Hearing this, the phantom smiled deeper, and she said: "What do you want? Can you give me?"

   Seeing the ghost’s smile, Feng Qinghan already understood what she wanted, and an anger suddenly raged in her heart...