The Rise of Phoenixes

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The voice was a little hoarse, but it was changed by the true energy. Feng Zhi faintly heard the sound of something shaking. I remembered that the golden bag of Gu Nanyi who was easily recaptured was in the hands of the other party. It seemed to be shaking lightly. shake.

It seems that the fake **** came back, also to get this thing back.

The fake **** stood still for a moment, and seemed to smile gently, then said: "Oh, yeah, I lost something, thank you for waiting to return it to me."

In the interior of the Hermitage at night, the two of them talked plainly and strangely like the real owner and scavengers on the streets of the day, and then Feng Zhiwei heard the fake eunuch's relatively light and special steps. , Seems to be going to pick up the golden bag.

"boom."

"hiss."

Two low but dull abnormal sounds, wrong footsteps, two shadows in the moonlight chaos, and then heard the fake eunuch's low laugh, said: "Good... good... you are powerful The Tao also governs its human body."

The masked man said leisurely: "Of course, the things you have dealt with are great."

The fake **** was silent for a moment, the moonlight shone brightly, and shone her shadow on the opposite wall. She seemed to brush her curly hair, and then she smiled faintly: "Who are you, how do you understand me? How do you know I put this bag?" Already poisoned? Why haven't you been poisoned?"

The man smiled faintly again and said, "If you know you are poisoned, how can you be poisoned?"

Feng Zhiwei was shocked—when the fake **** threw the bag back, was it poisoned? She didn't realize that at all, she was so tightly chased at that time that the fake **** had to cope with her step by step, and she was poisoned when she raised her hands. The trick was really clever.

In other words, the masked man took the bag from her hand, or saved her life?

Her thoughts flowed here, and the dialogue continued there. There was a short couch above her head vaguely. It seemed that someone was sitting down, and the laughter of the masked person heard above, and the short couch shook slightly.

Feng Zhiwei was annoyed-hey you sitting on my head!

"You tried to get close to the man, didn't you just want to see what was in his bag?" The masked man sitting on the couch pointed to the golden bag that had reached the other person's hand. "Why didn't you open it?" come and see."

The fake **** sneered, opened the bag, and then hummed hum.

The moonlight reflected the shadow of something in her hand, faintly in a wishful shape.

Feng Zhi was stunned. Gu Nanyi's golden bag was jade ruyi? Right, if she remembers correctly, it should be the weapon that Gu Nanyi used only once, the short jade sword with a blood-red pagoda.

Obviously, the moment the masked man snatched the bag just now, it was a steal.

Who is this fake eunuch? Why are you so interested in this thing on Gu Nanyi? Don't hesitate to sneak into him and steal? And who is this masked person seems to be very clear about the ins and outs of this matter, and does not seem to want to give the fake **** to know the ins and outs.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes widened in the darkness, vaguely felt that his encounter tonight seemed to have touched some secrets lurking in the dark, and some seemed to have nothing to do with himself.

The fake **** held Yu Ruyi in his hand, and seemed to be a little dazed, for a while whispered: "Could I... I guess wrong..."

The masked man said nothing in silence.

"It is indeed plausible..." The false **** whispered again, then raised his hand and threw the jade Ruyi back again, said, "I don't want this thing, just keep it yourself." He turned and walked away.

The masked man couldn't sit still or stop.

The fake **** walked to the door, suddenly turned around, arms folded, looked at the masked man up and down again, the masked man was silent, let her watch.

The fake **** smiled a long time ago: "Actually, you don't have to be like this...I said, why should you..."

Her last tone suddenly turned soft, and the lightness drifted gently, like someone was scratching her palm with a soft velvety petal, itchy, tickling.

The masked man leaned back comfortably and smiled, "Oh? I don't understand what you mean."

The false **** was silent for a while, and suddenly he chuckled again.

"Enemies..." She laughed and walked back slowly. At this moment, her gait was different from the previous quick and fierce, elegant and gentle, she was swaying step by step, the moonlight was shining on the shadow, the waist and limbs did not seem to twist, the posture did not seem to Deliberately, the clothes were still the pure blue silk robe of the eunuch. Somehow, the slight tremor amplitude during the walk would strangely make an infinite style.

The real stunner, no need for heavy makeup, no need to show off, no need to scratch your head, a look, a touch of laughter, a gesture of raising your hand, it is an irresistible fragrance.

This is just the shadow of the distorted moonlight. It is conceivable that when such a stunner comes face to face, it is a test of how big a man is.

The masked man on the short couch was silent, as if frightened by the beauty.

"Enemies..." She laughed again and repeated the sentence, which slightly curled her tongue, half vomiting from the tip of her tongue, with a charming and playful tail, which reminded me of the half-rolled lotus leaf under the summer night moon, in the wind The swaying fuchsia that sent the fragrance secretly.

She smiled and pressed her hands slowly on the shoulders of the masked man. The masked man didn't move. She smiled and leaned over, her elbows leaned softly on his shoulders, and her stubborn half-turned her head. Blowing his earlobe at once.

The masked man smiled lowly, raised his hand gently, and held her spring-like fingers with her fingertips, her tail finger was picked up, and the enamel-inlaid jeweled armor shone in the dark with a colorful light, and then he took a precious Posture, pinched her fingertips.

The moonlight illuminates the shadows of the men and women. She leans on his shoulders with love, exhaling like a blue, his head on one side, gently touching her fingers, interlocking her fingers, smiling at each other, looking tender and flowing. .

Feng Zhiwei stared at the pair of almost overlapping shadows on the wall, thinking if the dogs and men would turn the phoenix on their heads, would they immediately break through the acupuncture point and overturn the bed, or be patient to lie on the bed and listen Living erotica?

Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, almost pressing the whole body down, the shadow on the wall could only see her undulating body, beautiful and exquisite.