The Rise of Phoenixes

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There was a pain in the throat, and his eyes fell weakly, and he saw a black **** sword tip, slowly pulling from the tall and beautiful blind man's hand.

Suddenly his body flew up, planted in the pit, and the last sentence he heard in his life was, "Good dogs don't block the road, let go."

Ning Yi handed the sword back to Feng Zhiwei. When he supported her, the sword had already changed hands.

At the moment, the two discussed the next move in the dilapidated latrine.

"Did you carry poison?" Feng Zhiwei searched for harmful things on her body, then she was annoyed and slapped her head. She came out hurriedly, but she had a bit of gold medicine, but nothing else.

Although that group of people was very vigilant and poisoning was not easy, there was nothing better than poisoning.

Ning Yi shook her head, thinking that Ning Cheng's guy loved to play drugs. Unfortunately, he ran away when he received a message that day. He didn't know why he couldn't keep up.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him in frustration, suddenly wondering, asking: "Is your tears poisonous?"

Ning Yi looked at her oddly and said for a while: "I would rather kill one by one."

Feng Zhiwei was gritting his teeth and thinking about how to squeeze out the crocodile's tears. Do he need a sudden punch in his stomach to make tears come out, but seeing that Ning Yi has taken a far-sighted step away from her.

"Okay." Feng Zhiwei helped him helplessly, "we think of another way."

Ning Yi "huh", reached out to support her, Feng Zhiwei suddenly "Ouch" squatted down, then panic said: "Niu Qi you..."

Ning Yi was shocked and quickly lowered her head to pull her. Feng Zhi lifted his head slightly and banged his head against his nose.

Ning Yi "ah" covered her nose, and tears burst into tears, and Feng Zhiwei took out a golden leaf with no shame and quickly picked it up.

She then sighed: "Golden tears are also worth your precious tears."

Ning Yi covered her sore nose, and once again confirmed in her heart that Feng Zhiwei was actually a female wolf who could not support her family.

The female wolf looked at her nose while covering her nose, and her eyes were full of tears like autumn water, and she looked really fragile and interesting. It was far different from his usual Shen Ning and sharpness. It seemed like a new person. The poor conscience relapsed in an instant. With a smile, he rubbed his nose and said, "No pain, no pain."

Her delicate skin fingers flicked on Ning Yi's face, the spring breeze was gentle, the voice was a little light smile and apology, listening to people like being brushed on the face, itchy and scratching, Ning Yi's hands were shaking And immediately grasped her finger.

He held her finger in the palm of her hand and wrapped her five fingers gently. Feng Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to break free, and Ning Yi's hand was firmly wrapped around her and she didn't let go.

The wide sleeves fell down, covering a somewhat ambiguous posture, and Ning Yi led her back, and Feng Zhiwei still held the tears, daring not to use force, and had to follow him while mumbling: "Unfortunately too few... …"

The two went to the patio in the yard. A man was fetching water. Feng Zhiwei greeted: "Brother, give some water and drink, and wash your hands."

"Young Master is paying more attention to it!" The man handed over the bucket, Feng Zhiwei took the bucket and drank it, and washed his hands with some water. Thanks, the three of them went back together. The leader saw Niu Qi didn't Follow along and ask, "What about Niu Qi?"

"That big brother?" Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "It's a bit diarrhea to say that he eats a lot of beef."

"This kid is greedy!" The man scolded without any doubt, put the bucket of water in the center, and greeted everyone to drink water. The people in the rivers and lakes were informal, and they drank together beside the bucket and had a happy drink.

Feng Zhi looked at him with a smile, diligently adding fire to the fire.

After eating and drinking, they found a place to sleep in the hall. It was still a tacit understanding. They surrounded the two in the middle and left a person to close the gate of the hall and stay at the door and watch the night. The unique vigilance of the people in the rivers and lakes , Also not relaxed for anyone.

The fire in the ancient temple gradually weakened, and there was a faint mist on all sides. Feng Zhi slept silently beside Ning Yi, her eyes wide open waiting for a poisonous attack, and she didn't know how much the crocodile's tears could play. After all, there were just a few drops , Diluted into a bucket of water, the effectiveness must be discounted.

Ning Yi closed her eyes motionlessly and kept holding her finger, Feng Zhi didn't break apart, so he tickled him, and his fingers were scratching in the palm, Ning Yi shrank, Feng Zhi was overjoyed, scratching hard, As a result, people were used to it, but instead of shrinking, Feng Zhi sighed annoyedly, and Ning Yi turned beside her face, listening to her sigh with a smile, and felt very soon.

The two played a lawsuit in order to disperse the incessant drowsiness. From last night to tonight, the two had been injured and had been running around. They had been in a tense place, and their spirits and bodies were exhausted to the extreme. There are snoring sounds on all sides, the fire is warm, and if you don't find something to distract, you will immediately fall asleep.

I don't know how long it has passed. When Feng Zhiwei couldn't help but close his eyes, Ning Yi suddenly pinched her palm.

Feng Zhiwei woke up and found a man not far away, moaning low.

Is there a seizure?

Feng Zhiwei was very happy, and then found that the rest of the people did not move, probably each person's skill was high or low, and the duration of the attack was also short or long.

The man made a noise, and the night watchman ran to it, bowing his head and whispering, "Feizi, what's wrong?"

He suddenly felt cold.

He also felt cold in his heart, subconsciously wanting to turn his head, but his head never turned.

Feng Zhiwei gently supported his fallen body and sat him against the temple pillar in the shadow, looking like he was adjusting his breath.

The person with the toxic attack felt a hot face, and a warm liquid fell on his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a thick mist on all four sides. There was a gentle smiling face vaguely behind the mist, and he smiled close.

He stayed blank, he was about to grab the sword by his hand, but he felt his arm was sore, and then his chest hurt, and the last consciousness was that something was rising into the sky, and it fell on his face, as warm as before. Fishy liquid.

The movement here, a person who slept closer noticed vaguely, but when he opened his eyes, he sighed first, wondering how the fire was extinguished? And the mist was so thick this morning.