The Rise of Phoenixes

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Is she really dying... exhausted.

I vaguely heard Ning Yi whisper, "Don't sin".

"Yeah." Feng Zhi's eyes were slightly tired, and his eyelids were heavy. He tied countless iron balls. "It's just that I was infected by you."

"I think I was hurt by you." Ning Yi refused.

Feng Zhiwei didn't have enough energy to fight, and said lazily: "Oh..."

Suddenly a pain in the back of the hand, Ning Yi suddenly reached out and squeezed her fiercely.

Feng Zhi smiled silently, and suddenly heard Ning Yi asking her, "Why are you coming to save me?"

Feng Zhi was too tired to answer, but Ning Yi couldn't stop pinching her, "Speak! Do you dare not answer Ben Wang's question? Are you really trying to save me or have a purpose? Why did you set my words that day? You What did you know?"

This man is very noisy... Feng Zhiwei thought about Ning Yi's problems with extremely slow thinking at the moment, but only thought that the more he thought, the more he knotted, and fell into Ning Yi's arms with a bang, murmured: "It's all stupid problems. ..."

Ning Yi hugged her, and his head was dizzy for a moment. He began to think that he was tired, and then thought that he was slightly hit by Feng Zhi, but his nose suddenly smelled a little strange taste. He was startled, suddenly realized. .

The group of rivers and lakes are poisonous outside the door!

Feng Zhiwei was exhausted for a long time, and came first. He was concerned about Feng Zhiwei, his eyes were inconvenient, and he did not notice it.

At this moment, he also felt that all the fatigue in his body rushed up in an instant, and the pain that had been finely cut through the internal organs came violently. He suffocated his breath, and the corners of his eyebrows showed a pale blue color.

You...can't be finished soon...

Hold tight in her arms, her thin body is a little in her arms, like a child, some soft parts touch him, warm and soft, reminiscent of all the tenderness and tenderness of the world, At this moment, he had no Qisi at all, just wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, so he sat down to the end of the road.

Perhaps it is unwilling to be reconciled. But it’s ridiculous in this abandoned temple in Jiyang Mountain. What a ridiculous situation it is, but when it comes to such a situation, it seems that it can’t be annoyed or unwilling to feel like it. It’s like this kind of tranquility and quietness is also rare. This is the end. Is not unacceptable.

He lowered his eyes gradually, no longer trying to wake Feng Zhiwei, his long fingers trembling, resting on her eyebrows.

Eyebrows condensed a little sweat, like the dew on the flowers in the morning, the flames flicked and faded, the sound of the night rain suddenly sounded far and near, and there were traces of rain and mist, coming from the cracks in the broken wall.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a sound of music in the trance, it was the sound of flute.

Qing Yue, desolate, ethereal and distant Xiao, came from a long day, hung down from the Milky Way, the bright light, thousands of miles of voicelessness, across the sea of ​​clouds and mountains, straight into the hearts of the people.

A song "Jiangshan Dream".

In the dream, the mountains and rivers are like dreams, how many years of thoughts have been like this, who will throw the pride of life, and the silver bottle of the golden iron horse is broken, but it is a hundred years of wealth and finally returns to the loess. .

Ning Yi's chaotic mind gradually became sober as the sound of Xiao Xiao approached, as if by the hand of the god, the dark cloud was dispelled.

Feng Zhiwei in his arms suddenly moved.

Ning Yi lowered her head and patted her shoulder gently, "Zhiwei, wake up, you listen."

Feng Zhiwei struggled in his arms, listening to the flute with her head closed and her eyes closed. Her shoulders shrugged slightly like winter butterfly wings, and she seemed to have lost a lot of weight in two days. Ning Yi felt her palm over her. , I feel pain in my hands.

The sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and there seemed to be some super power in the flute, and the people outside seemed to stop their hands, and there was a panic commotion.

Feng Zhiwei raised his head and looked at Ning Yi, all of whom saw a beam of joy in the other party's eyes.

At this time, the two still had no strength, they had to rely on each other quietly, concentrating on listening to the flute sound, the ancient temple under the night rain was silent, the fire was cold and the rain was quiet, they sat on the floor in the mist of the mist in the deep hall, The robe angle wet by Ye Lu slowly spread out.

Suddenly I felt calm in my heart, everything was not in my arms, more than a dream in this world, all kinds of human hatred in the world, great ambitions, infinite mysteries, seemed to be free and easy at this moment, and changed away with a laugh, Spread your hands.

Feng Zhiwei didn't find himself close to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi didn't find herself holding her shoulder.

The quietest moment in your life, from now on, take the closest distance away.

After a long while, Ning Yi said softly: "There is nobleness in this chic, and there is desolation in the desolation, which is not something ordinary people can do."

Feng Zhiwei said, "Um", "It's a fascinating character."

The two looked in that direction and waited for the man to come near to see the true face of Lushan, but heard a long whistle sounding closer, passing through the clouds and cracking the stone, and shocked the electricity, the moment was near!

The sound of flute stopped abruptly, no longer close.

The two in the hall were startled, and Ning Yi listened to the howling, and suddenly his eyes burst into a deeper joy.

The howling sound was still in the distance at first, and then there was a burst of exclamation in the outer hall. Feng Zhi faintly heard the shrill voice leader panic: "Heavenly battle..."

He was not finished, suddenly a scream, followed by a heavy "bang", hit the door of the partial hall, shocked the whole hall seemed to sway, half a while, there was bright red sticky blood flow, snake It slowly flowed in through the gap under the door.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the blood flow, thinking about the martial arts of the leader, and felt that he was not necessarily an opponent even in the heyday. When he came to him, he took his life in a face-to-face manner.

Thinking of the phrase "Battle of Heaven", there was another move in my mind-Heavenly Battle Family? Dominate the rivers and lakes, stable control of black and white two years of warfare?

This family seems to be a **** in the rivers and lakes. No wonder people outside are so scared. But the people of this family, known as the royal family, have always been in trouble with the people in the court. How can they fight for them?

Seeing Ning Yi like that, it is clearly recognized, who is it?