Chapter 1829: Attacking the Sword Immortal Who Cannot Hear His Voice

"I'm not drunk..." Drunk people will never like others to say that they are drunk, and Feng Guang is no exception. She leaned in Nanke's arms and said drunkenly: "You old man... don't think that this princess When you're drunk, you can do something to me..."

"Now, it seems that the scenery is throwing itself into my arms." Nanke patted her back, the smile in his eyes not diminishing.

Feng Guang just felt that there was a human-shaped pillar that was easy to lean against, so she leaned on it without thinking about the words "throwing herself into my arms". She also didn't know that many people around her were already paying attention to this place. She just stood up on tiptoes, hoping to rest her chin on his shoulder to make herself more comfortable, but when she realized that she was not as tall as she was even standing on tiptoes, she snorted dissatisfied.

The drunken Princess has a particularly bad temper now.

Nanke was rubbed back and forth by her, which made her feel itchy. His Adam's apple twitched slightly, and when he was about to pick her up and hang her on his body, Fengguang hurriedly shouted "Be careful" and pushed him away hastily. .

At the same time, a man took a knife and struck at the place where Nanke had just stood. Just because Nanke was pushed away by Fengguang, the knife went towards Fengguang.

The drunk girl couldn't let herself hide anymore. She closed her eyes subconsciously. However, Feng Guang did not feel any pain. Instead, a drop of warm liquid fell on her cheek.

Fengguang opened his eyes drowsily and saw a hand holding the blade, blood dripping to the ground. This sound hit the person's heart again and again.

She looked along the hand and saw that it was Nanke.

Feng Guang tilted her head and blinked her eyes in confusion. When she was drunk, her brain's reaction speed was still relatively slow. Now it was more, probably still incomprehensible. She didn't quite understand it at this time. It fell on her The blood on her face made her even more breathtakingly beautiful.

Nanke smiled, stretched out another clean and unbloody hand, and gently wiped away the little blood on her face.

The sudden assassin wanted to pull out the knife held by Nanke and attack again, but he couldn't pull it out. At the same time, he felt a strong pressure brewing.

What a killer never lacks is a sense of crisis.

The assassin wanted to retreat, but he couldn't move. Along with his knife, his body was reduced to ashes inch by inch without even a wailing sound.

Nanke also lowered his hand. The blood on his hand was still dripping. At this moment, no other sound could be heard.

For a moment, the atmosphere was quiet.

"Killing!" I don't know who shouted, and the stunned crowd immediately ran away. After a while, only Feng Guang and Nan Ke were left on the originally lively street.

Feng Guang stood dumbly for a while, without even belching. She walked over, grabbed his injured hand, and said blankly: "Nan Ke, you are injured..."

The injuries were visible to the bones, and she had always been disdainful of such bloody things, but perhaps under the influence of alcohol, she was much bolder now.

"It's just a minor injury." Nanke's leisurely expression showed that he didn't feel any pain, but that he was afraid of getting her hands dirty, so he was about to take his hands back.

However, Feng Guang held his hand and didn't let go. The spirit stone on her bracelet glowed slightly, and the warm light reflected on his hand. The wound on his hand healed quickly.