Ode to the Dragon

Chu Feng looked at the poor beauty in front of him. He said helplessly, "sit down. I don't mean that. You don't have to be nervous."

"In my heart, Heather, you are one of my few true friends." Chu Feng's voice was calm, but it was loud. With a soft smile, he reached out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes:

"the little girl who climbed out of the ruins of the temple and tried to survive in those years has grown into a beautiful woman."

Recalling the past makes her eyes ripple. The words "true friend" in chutui make her feel sad and want to cry.

Haise grabbed Chu Feng's arm and complained: "since you regard me as your sister, why don't you tell me that you are still alive?"

"Three years ago, the flames of that holy war burned all over the western world, and the world said that you and Satan died together and fell together. For this reason, I cried for a long time - "

" it's true that if the old man hadn't rescued me from the ruins, I would be dead now. "

Chu Feng's eyes twinkled and said in a deep voice: "in the past three years, I have been recuperating. Even now, I am half a" dead man. "

"Healing? Half dead? " Heather was surprised. "It's so serious. Isn't it all right now?"

Chu Feng pondered for a few seconds, "I'll show you something. You'll understand after reading it."

He stood up, took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt.

Heather was a little stunned, and then her pretty face quickly appeared two blushes, as if they could drip water. She was very shy and whispered: "my Lord, if you want, can you close the curtain first, it's the first time for me -"

Old Henry in the corner also wisely walked out of the room and closed the door.

Hesse's graceful and fiery body is pinched, and she wants to refuse to welcome it. The combination of Western passion and spicy, and Oriental tenderness and implicitness, is really intriguing and confusing.

Chu Feng couldn't help taking a breath of air-conditioner. He farted a woman. He said, "what do you think? Am I that kind of person?"

"What I want you to see is the wound."

Heather's cheek was hotter, and she was so shy that she wanted to find a way to get in.

She secretly glanced at Chu Feng. Her burly upper body had clear lines and sharp outlines. Her unique masculinity made her blush. Her body was full of craters and scars, which recorded the glory of a soldier and made her look distressed.

Then she opened her eyes wide and exclaimed, "this, what is this?"

In Chu Feng's heart, a strange flower, like blood, is delicate. At first glance, it looked as if it was growing on him. The green branches, with flowers as the center, spread all over him.

This flower, although amazing, but it gives a very dangerous breath, suffocating.

"The first poison in the temple, Datura flower."

Chu Feng calm said: "I and Satan that war, in his move, poisoning, will gradually lose their senses, into a state of madness, finally, into an unconscious beast."

He could not help but think of the insane attitude of recuperating in the Arctic during those three years.

If Qin Shihuang had not told himself that he still had a daughter to revive his hope of survival, he would have been disheartened and let his illness develop and become a wild animal.

"It's, it's terrible, it's cruel." Heather covered her red lips and exclaimed.

It's hard to imagine how cruel it is for a soldier full of honor to watch himself fall into a beast.

"But fortunately, after three years of research, there is a specific drug that can control my condition for a short time." Chu Feng put on his clothes and looked worried:

"but it's just drinking poison to quench thirst. I can clearly feel that the flower of Datura is taking root in my body and gradually controlling my spirit. Therefore, I need to find an antidote as soon as possible."

But the emperor of Qin has consulted all the famous doctors in China for three years.

Chu Feng wanted to come, Jieling also need to tie bell people, want to detoxify, also have to start from the temple.

"Although the temple has perished, it has ruled the dark world of the West for 200 years."

He looked at Heather and said in a voice, "so I want to ask you to help me find out if there is any antidote in the western world by using your family's energy."

"No problem!"

Heather nodded solemnly, without hesitation: "I will do my best to help adults find the antidote, you can rest assured that today's matter, I will never spread."

Chu Feng nodded, but he didn't care.

Although his strength was greatly reduced after poisoning, he was not afraid of the Revenge of those enemies. As long as they dared to come, Chu Feng would dare to send them on the road.

"Well, you've been delayed for such a long time. I have to go back too. Duoduo and MuQing are still waiting for me."Chu Feng got up and thought of his daughter's lovely appearance. A warm smile appeared on his face.

"Your honor." Heather got up respectfully and bent down to see each other off.

In front of the French window on the top floor, Heather holds a cup of coffee in his hand and looks at the background of Chu Feng's gradual departure downstairs with a gloomy sigh.

At the moment, the goddess of Commerce, a little woman's posture, is like a little daughter-in-law who sees off her beloved husband and leaves home.

Old Henry, who has gone through many vicissitudes, has seen through this love affair for a long time. It seems that his young lady is really fascinated by this young man.

However, this boy is an ordinary man. He has no background, power or power. He is not comparable with those princes, nobles and young talents.

I don't know what my lady likes about him.

Old Henry sighed helplessly, went up to Heather and said in a voice, "Miss, do you like him?"

Heather's beautiful eyes blinked, and she didn't hide her affection at all. "What woman doesn't like a great man like him?"

Old Henry snorted, but he didn't see how great the boy was.

Then, with a proud face, he said in a voice: "Miss, since you like it, why not strive for it? According to your beauty and talent, how can his wife compare with you

"As long as you hook your fingers a little, that guy is not obediently prostrated under your pomegranate skirt, at your disposal."