The Rise of Phoenixes

Remember [www.readwn.com] in one second, fast update, no pop-up window, free to read!

She was shocked, and Hua Qiong shouted behind her, full of anger and unwillingness, but she clung to her wrist, her eyes were eager, although she could not speak, it was also encouraging to read. And entrusted.

The lonely lamp, the flesh and blood, and the woman kneeling opposite the cell, facing the most terrible life and death.

Desolate and desolate, there was a heavy atmosphere pressed down, almost suffocating people.

Hua Qiong’s tears fell on her hand like a broken line, but she struggled to give her a fearless smile.

That smile swayed in the light and shadow, and there was actually a bright and beautiful look back to the light.

Such a strong woman, such a tragic encounter, such an unacceptable ending...

She trembled.

Jin Siyu stepped forward immediately, holding her, and said softly, "What are you going to say?"

But the tentacle felt soft and unreasonable. She hurriedly looked down. She looked pale, covered with cold sweat on her forehead, and passed out.

Jin Siyu was there, looking at Hua Qiong, looking at her, and her heart was messed up for a while. I didn’t know if it was disappointment or happiness or doubt or something.

However, with the pulse in her hand, the chaos and turbulence under her fingers, the meridians flowing backwards, and the messy dark wounds entangled in the body, she was completely fainted, and it was a miracle to persist until now.

But...it's really faint...

With a bitter smile, Jin Siyu hugged again, feeling her cold sweat soaked her clothes, and suddenly felt a little pity in her heart.

Behind Huaqiong seemed to be talking, his sleeves flicked, a gesture of "murmur".

In a dark silence, he took her out, the iron door fell behind him, a guard flashed near, bowed to his orders, he said: "This is a serious offense, be careful when someone walks the street to be robbed, don't take it out during the day, send it tonight Enter the prison car and take it to Pucheng government office."

The guard led his order, and he took her back to the secret quiet room. She never woke up and frowned.

Jin Siyu ordered her maid to take the medicine. She had been sitting beside her. She woke up once, drank the medicine, and fell asleep. The sleep was not stable. The eyelid fluttered slightly, indicating that being immersed in some A wonderful dream.

Jin Siyu suddenly stood up and reached down to pull off the heavy curtain, blocking the last point of light.

Immediately, he sat on her side and reached out with her fingers to gently touch her brow. She seemed to feel comfortable, and she gently "hooked".

He smiled and suddenly asked softly, "Who are you?"

She hummed, whispered between her lips, but could not hear what was being said. He leaned his head closer to listen. It was still vague words and had to get up in disappointment.

As she leaned forward, her lips brushed his temples.

As if encountering a shocking softness, with a touch of lip and tooth fragrance, the northern winter in the winter is full of gorgeous flowers, and more beautiful than spring flowers.

He froze there and was fixed in a somewhat awkward posture for a while, after a while, he slowly stood up.

That bit of tender softness still seems to be on the temple side, with a bit of moisturizing moisture, and slowly dried on that point of skin, so that the skin is a little tight, like a certain unwilling mood at this moment. .

However, he lowered his eyes and straightened up, looking at her humming.

She seemed to dream of something fun, and she opened a rare smile. She started laughing from the lips, rippled to the corners of her eyes, the entire face was vivid and bright, and the gemstones were bright and bright.

I don’t know how to open up the eyes, how does that laugh reverse all sentient beings?

Who has said that when you laugh, you are the most relaxed.

He sinks in the darkness and gently asks: "Who did you dream of?"

She yelled, and suddenly turned over and stretched out her arms to embrace his arm beside the bed. She seemed to feel a good rub, rubbing her face up and not moving.

Jin Siyu looked at her with a smile on her face. She seemed very insecure and liked to grab something to sleep.

He tried to pull out his hand, but she climbed tighter, making him not only unable to move, but also unable to turn his head to speak in an awkward posture.

Jin Siyu could kick her out or dump her without any care, as she did yesterday, and somehow she didn't do it.

He suddenly felt a little tired. It seemed to be a very tiring thing to deal with this woman. God knows what she would do next time. He yawned shallowly and lay down on her wide couch. .

She lifted her hand over half of the quilt and really fell asleep.

The two were very quiet. The agarwood in the house diffused lightly. The smell was a little special.

The last glimmer of light outside the curtain disappeared, and the night had fallen completely. This sleep had fallen asleep for two hours. With the sound of the bell in the distance, both of them woke up.

Shen Mengfang awakened, the most chaotic moment of consciousness.

She turned slightly, still entangled with the quilt, he opened his eyes, didn't move, and his eyes were clear.

In the faint light and curling smoke, he suddenly said, "Wei Zhi."

"..."

After a moment of silence, she turned to look at him, stunned: "Who are you calling?"

He sat up and looked at her eyes, and the special eyes of autumn water were always hidden in the mist, which made it difficult to see any of them.

This eye is really unique-you can never read what you want from such eyes.

Can only see the real daze in her expression.

"It's nothing," he said quietly, lowering his head, and said, "Thinking of my enemy."

"Oh?" She turned to look at him lazily, not too interested.

"It was this man who killed me tens of thousands of Da Yue children and destroyed all the merits that I established in galloping northern Xinjiang." Jin Siyu's smile was as warm as jade, but his eyes shone slightly. Burning ash, how can I be worthy of my father and brother who died in battle?"

She listened, yawning lazily, perfunctoryly saying: "Yes, yes, there is no hatred for being a gentleman, you must be caught and tortured severely, or you can castrate him, the most cruel punishment for men."