The Rise of Phoenixes

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This sentence was like a heavy hammer, and Feng Zhi shook it slightly.

The peony flower threw heavily on Feng Zhiwei's shoulder, and wept bitterly. Large tears stained a thin, cool color on the black fox fur, and the light was dim under the oil lamp.

Feng Zhi slowly raised his hand and patted her shoulder gently, looking through her shoulder, looking at the little child standing next to the peony flower.

Chamutu, five years old this year.

The child leaned against the door and wore a black filial hat. When she saw her mother crying, she also cried, and her tearful eyes were large, but she did not forget to look at Fengzhi curiously.

Feng Zhi patted Liu Mudan's shoulder slightly and paused in midair.

When she fell again, her tone was painful and cool.

"No, he killed me."

Who doesn't believe in destiny, can't see the end of five years later, in vain mourning, can't withstand the fate of roulette.

Peony did not understand what she meant, only crying desperately on her shoulder. Since receiving the news of the death of Helianzheng, this strong woman had never cried, just like the time when the old king of Kuku was killed. It is the stability of the prairie and her own responsibilities. Only when she saw the woman who was stronger than herself, her tears finally came out.

She buried her face fiercely on Feng Zhiwei's shoulder and mumbled over and over again, "You shouldn't quarrel with him...it shouldn't quarrel with him..."

Feng Zhiwei just wanted to ask her what happened, but Peony seemed to have vented enough, wiped her tears, and said, "Go and see him, Zha Lan will want to see you last."

Feng Zhi took a deep breath, nodded, and entered the door. Someone silently curtained her.

At a glance she saw the black and gold coffin in the middle of the hall.

The benevolent King of Shunyi, forever, slept in the coffin made by the clan for him.

Feng Zhi stood slightly at the door, and for a moment felt that facing the horizon, heaven, and earth.

I thought that life is still very long, thinking that there will be many opportunities to meet in the future, but all thought that I just thought that in the end, I finally faced the most decisive kind.

Before she stood on the stage, she looked at the giant coffin in the cold wind of the midnight grassland. It was another world. It was thick, dark, and always on the other shore. Even if she died immediately, she could not arrive accurately.

It was this thick barrier that shielded her life confidant, the prairie hero, and the slapstick that shouted at her aunt, and left her face with regret for a long time.

The cold wind blew through the rolled curtain, the room was permeated with the cold air of the ice cubes, and the long light on the candle holder flashed twice, like a hurried smile, Feng Zhi slowly moved, step by step, past.

Just three feet, a long life.

When she finally walked to the black-gold coffin that was almost looking up, her legs were soft and she knelt down against the coffin.

The fingers glide slowly along the fierce, beastly totems of the beasts on the black gold. The rough grassland-style carvings abrade the fingers, but it hurts the heart at the moment.

For the first time in her life, she was powerless to stand up, unable to look at his last glance.

"Zhiwei, I always wait here, you can't come, don't let me pass, then I am here, and you remember, when you are tired, take a step back and look back, I am here."

In a trance, who whispered on the ear, penetrated the vast sky of the deep winter grassland.

Helian, where are you, but where am I? I promised to protect your grassland, and I want to protect the land you love. I chose to block the wind and rain in Beijing to prevent you from being involved in the imperial wind and rain, but I did not expect that such a blockade would end up harming you.

If you know that I have shot, and know the battle between me and Xin Ziyan, will you wake up a little bit and not take the final path of death?

No matter how I go around, my destiny will eventually give me a good ending?

The long lantern shook quietly above his head, making a slight burst of sound, like who sighed far away above the dome.

Feng Zhiwei slightly supported the coffin wall, struggling to stand up, and pushed the coffin lid that was not crucified. The black gold coffin had a layer of special cold jade, which was filled with non-corrosive spices secretly made by the lamas of Huyin Temple. Helian The golden crown of Zheng Wang's robe rested quietly on the black gold two-color seven-layer brocade. In addition to the appearance that Wang robe was a little too broad and too pale, his face was still alive.

Feng Zhi looked at him quietly, seeming to see him suddenly sitting up, splaying her arms around her neck, and smiling broadly, "Auntie, scared you to play!"

She stretched out her hand in tears, waiting to pat his head fiercely, but patting the empty phantom.

The outstretched hand stiffened in the air, spasms slightly in the candlelight.

Feng Zhi lowered his head slowly, and saw the smile that was immortal.

She stared blankly at the smile for a long, long time. After this night, the man laughed and said goodbye to this life. Since then, she has met tens of millions of people, but there is no more Helian who immediately waits for her return.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly leaned down.

Her cold lips were lightly printed on Helianzheng's eyes.

Helian.

This kiss seals the memory of what you have seen in this life. In the next life, you will not see the ominous me again.

Tears finally fell, and his face, generally, cold.

The curtain behind him fell gently, and the world was silent between Feng Zhi's dark eyes.

The peony flower waited quietly in the yard. When she saw her coming out, she gently pointed to a small room next door and said, "There is the spirit of Babiao. Their dresses will be buried with him. They have vowed to be with him. A total of death, I complete their brothers of this life and the next life." She glanced a bit of sadness in her eyes, "Just sorry San Falcon... His spirit position can only be secretly hidden."

Feng Zhiwei turned to look at her, and Peony said: "San Falcon wrote the suicide note in the belt of Wang Ting's text and hid it in his belt. He made it clear what happened along the way. He only wrote about the death of the Badger, and it disappeared later. , But I believe in him, and the sky is falling apart, and he will not kill Zandalan."

Feng Zhiwei closed his eyes in relief, the hero would not be killed in the end, and the vast prairie king believed in its loyal people.

Only such a grassland can nurture such a man.

"I just want to know...who is the envoy?"