Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 265
Ningxia, who had passed out in a coma, was enveloped by the sudden fire, like a burning man.

But the amazing thing is that Ning Xiaoxia, who was in direct contact with the flame, didn't seem to be hurt in the slightest, not to mention the skin and clothes, not even a single strand of hair was messed up.

As if it were just a beautiful and harmless decoration, not a life-threatening fire.
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in a cave

A monk in a blue Taoist robe is holding a delicate tea cup. The smoke in the house is filled with smoke, and the fragrance of the distant past is lingering, and the sound of the piano is heard in the distance.Quite relaxed.

If you ignore the unnatural condition of the skin and the protruding eyeballs on his face and exposed wrists, this is indeed an elegant picture.

Opposite him sat a black-clothed man with a clean face, but he could also see the identity of a zombie from the outside.

Apart from their appearance, they are no different from ordinary people in terms of demeanor and speech.Just looking at the aura is enough to judge that they didn't have to say ordinary people during their lifetime.

The black-clothed man fiddled with the strings expressionlessly, completely ignoring the eyes of the blue-clothed cultivator on the opposite side, he played the music on his own, his withered hands plucked on the strings, making a thumping sound.

Seeing that his companion didn't intend to ignore him, the blue-clothed cultivator pouted, because his face lacked muscles, and this slightly playful expression became hideous and very eye-catching.

So the blue-clothed cultivator quickly saw the expressionless face staring at him, and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, Axiu, what is your expression?!"

The man called A Xiu's eyes that were so big that they were about to fall out of the frame leisurely retracted, and he didn't even have a look in his eyes, pretending that he did nothing, as if the zombie companion on the opposite side did not exist.

"Really. Your dead face, for so many years, I'm going to vomit. One day I have to find a chance to take it off." The blue-clothed friar said with a smile, but his tone was full of malice, making people believe the other party Seems really intended to do so.

And the threatened person was not frightened at all, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he continued to fiddle with the delicate strings.

The malicious zombie on his face was deflated, sighed helplessly, and lay on the opposite case.

"Hey! It's so boring. You don't know how to joke at all, and you don't cooperate." The blue-clothed cultivator's tone contained strong dissatisfaction. "It's suffocating, can't this place have more fun?"

His fingers kept poking at a silver-white stone on the table, only the size of the belly of a finger, with a delicate and lovely shape, making it roll on the chopping board all the time, making a crisp sound.

After rolling for a long time, the voice got louder, and the man in black, who was still playing the piano quietly, took an unprecedented look at a certain zombie who was too boring.

He frowned and looked straight at the other person's fingertips: "Throw that out."

The monk in blue vigilantly picked up the stone and threw it up, rising and falling. "What? You're bored and don't allow me to find some entertainment? Calm down, brother, it's just a small ore..."

Then he casually teased and was honestly beaten by an attack from the other side.

The thing was immediately placed in the hands of the black-clothed man.

"Kaizhi, this is not a small thing. I thought you knew it." The deep and magnetic voice was still somewhat distorted and distorted after becoming a zombie.It can be seen what a wonderful voice he had before his death, which is simply the ultimate benefit of voice control.

"It's not the same. What they can touch, I can naturally touch it." The blue-clothed cultivator didn't listen to what he said, and said casually.

The black-clothed man did not make a sound, stared at the other party, and then picked up the ore in his hand.A burst of white flame suddenly ignited at the fingertips, submerging the stones.

A sharp scream mixed with several voices suddenly sounded, penetrating the human soul, as if being subjected to some kind of torture, and it was horrifying.

The black-clothed man didn't change his face, and continued to burn the strange ore without shaking his hands.The screams continued, teaching people to be cold, until the ore blocks were burnt out, and the screams stopped suddenly.

"Uninteresting guy."

"If you're bored, you can go to the new venue in the east. I heard that a little mouse seems to have gotten in."

The blue-clothed cultivator rested his chin on his arm, his voice muffled: "What little mouse? What's the fun in that? I don't want to see that guy surnamed Han. I want to live and die for a woman, sticky, vomit-- "He vomited as if he saw something disgusting.

"Not an ordinary little mouse."

"Alas?!"

A caged bird unwilling to fate.
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But there were several shrill screams in Ningxia's body, like the desperate groans of people tortured in purgatory.In the fiery weather in September, people are in a cold sweat.

However, the person who screamed was not Ningxia. This distorted voice didn't even come from a single person, it was more like a combination of several voices.

On the other hand, Ningxia, the person involved, was wrapped in the warm firelight with a peaceful expression, no longer the pain and unease, nor could she hear the shrill screams from her body.

In the dream, her consciousness suddenly returned to a warm place.There were warm whispers in her ears, happy and familiar, as if engraved in her memory, unforgettable.The last block of memory is bright red, beautiful and pure.

Phoenix True Fire, the world's famous Yang Fire.The flames unique to the Phoenix Clan can burn up most of the sinister things in this world.

And it was such a flame that saved Ningxia, a mysterious gift from the remnant soul of the phoenix, although the person involved had already lost the relevant memory.

But this gift from Phoenix finally rescued her at a critical moment.

When Ningxia woke up, the sunlight penetrated into the small black box, and her eyes that had adapted to the darkness were slightly uncomfortable.It was incredibly bright outside, the sun was shining brightly, and it was probably bright for a long time.

She sat up in a daze, her mind was a little knotted, and she couldn't remember what happened to her for a while.

Running away, ore, cold, and then a warm, screaming... It's all like a dream.Vague, separated by a layer of gauze, it is unbelievable.

Gradually, she sorted out the context, remembered everything before the coma, and instantly broke out in a cold sweat.Recalling the terrifying feeling that his soul almost froze last night, Ningxia really realized that she had escaped from death again.

After exiting the small black box, Ningxia didn't even look at the basket of evil things on the ground, and left the place that almost killed her without turning her head.

She has no time to worry too much.The token issued into the tower is still there, proving that she did not pass through the transport time in her sleep.And the black hand who had a plan for her did not appear, and he didn't know when he would show his fangs and bite her hard.

The situation in Ningxia remains critical.It didn't really matter how she escaped last night.What matters is whether she can continue to live in the days to come.

But now there is one thing she cares about.What was it that screamed in her body last night?
(End of this chapter)