The Rise of Phoenixes

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It’s okay to be indifferent to one’s illness. With the blood-buoyant training for many years, how can he let anyone dive into such a short distance?

With a squeak, the window was slowly pushed open, and a person came in calmly.

He wore ordinary green robes and ordinary masks, he was tall and tall, and he walked neatly and lightly, but there was no sound. Feng Zhiwei looked at him like that, and the other party was dressed normally, but it felt like a cloud of black was floating in the sky. The fog, you can’t see the hidden temperament of the unidentified.

Feng Zhiwei sat still, and since the other party could bully her, she could do nothing to do anything.

The man looked at her soberly. He stood there, and the air seemed cold on all sides. There was a faint atmosphere of oppression falling down, making people unable to move.

"You're good." He opened his mouth a moment later, or the hoarse voice that was a little pretentious, "Stable enough, it really matches."

Without knowing anything, Feng Zhi smiled and said, "What do you want to see if your guest visits late at night? Let's sit down and talk in detail."

"Your stool is afraid you can't just sit casually," the man said indifferently, "I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Oh?"

"The person you want to kill but can't," he said, "I'm coming."

Feng Zhiwei smiled again and said, "The reason?"

The man raised his face, as if contemplating, the starlight spilled into his eyes, which were a pair of gray dead eyes, like the dusty years had already dried and dried, without a bit of life.

He slowly said: "I have been thinking for a long time, I have to do something, neither make up nor help, as long as you promise me something in the future."

"what's up."

"I can't say it now." He shook his head. "In short, you can rest assured, to you, to everyone, there is no harm."

Feng Zhiwei said nothing in silence, and said for a long time: "Why are you killing him?"

"As long as he is there," the man said lightly, "you can succeed in your great cause, your friends and family, and all the people you care about, have to die."

"That's my business. I'm asking why you want to kill him."

The man said nothing in silence.

"I can do this myself." Feng Zhiwei leaned on the bed and turned his face, "Thank you for your kindness, please come back."

The man didn’t speak, but looked at her like that. The window was half open, revealing the blood-stained guardian Shen Ning, who surrounded the room, and Shen Ning’s nervous face. Behind them, a white butterfly on a branch of apricot flower escaping obliquely, suddenly Fell silently.

"Just now I said you were good." The moment the butterfly landed, the man said lightly, "Now I think you will definitely lose."

"I just don't like to give a big stranger of unknown origin to a stranger of unknown origin." Feng Zhiwei sneered.

Although she was sneering, her heart was cold, because until now, she was sure that the real world first, not Gu Nanyi.

It was this man in front of me.

What kind of variables will be predicted by the sudden appearance of such a person who looks like an enemy?

The man seemed to smile, the mask moved slightly, and then his fingers suddenly flicked forward.

As soon as he moved, the guards of the blood-buoyant man outside the window immediately moved, and with a bang, several spears pierced through the wall without warning, puncturing the back of the man!

The moment the finger popped out of the gun and poked out, Feng Zhiwei slapped the bed board, and the head of the bed suddenly collapsed, raising a horizontal board, and then she leaned back behind the horizontal board.

A series of movements occurred at the same time as lightning, but the man already knew what the blood floater would do. At the same time as the finger flicked, the left leg was raised in emptiness, and the right leg was kicked silently.

The left leg straddled the spearpoints, and then he wasn't forced. The steel spearpoints looked like wax and suddenly fell silently.

The right leg kicked at the same time and the horizontal board smashed.

In the dust of sawdust, his protruding fingers were like ghosts of streamers, which were exactly the same, and they were already pointed at Feng Zhiwei's throat.

The gunpoint just landed at this time.

A few actions are mediocre, but extremely fast, quasi-very timely, not like a human emergency response, but more like a tempered intuition.

Feng Zhiwei sat on the bed immobile.

There were still three feet apart, and the opponent's fingers were weak and her throat tightened, and her breath suddenly choked.

She was restrained, and the blood floater immediately dared not to move again. Her guardian leader glanced at a trace of confusion, thinking she was unparalleled in guarding the world, but the person in front of him was familiar with their tricks just like knowing his own Chinese cabbage.

The window was half open, and the man stood next to the corner of the bed and stretched his fingers far away to pinch Feng Zhiwei's throat. From the angle outside the window, it was not easy to see his figure.

This person also seems to be used to hiding, and not used to be close to the side of others, especially the scheming Feng Zhiwei side.

He squeezed Feng Zhiwei's throat, and slowly searched the edge of the bed up and down the corner of his eyes. Suddenly his gaze fixed, and the wind flicked, and Feng Zhiwei's pillow suddenly exploded.

With a few clicks, a few black arrows suddenly flew out of the exploded pillow, and it was about to be shot into the Fengzhiwei vest that could not move on the bed. The man still seemed to have prepared as before, and his fingers flicked like a string. Fly a small arrow.

Several things fell out of the blasted pillow, and the man smiled slightly, but he still didn't pick it up, but flicked his sleeves.

Those few things were touched by Feng Zhiwei's palm, and Feng Zhiwei's face changed.

This guy is too careful! Avoiding flying arrows, and worrying that these things are poisonous!

The man's sleeve slightly moved, and Feng Zhiwei's hand was controlled by a person, slowly passing the palm of his hand.

The man lowered his face, carefully looked at her palm, and determined that it was not poisonous. Only then was a satisfied "um" slammed into his sleeve.

Those things, bits and pieces, kits, bamboo tubes, crystal fragments.

If Ning Cheng was here, he would probably recognize it immediately. This was what Feng Zhiwei had shown him in the prison of Jingweiwei.

The man collected the things, nodded and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

Then he looked around and lifted his feet. He stepped out from the rear window, and the rear window was obviously very narrow. His large body was so naturally put out, even the window paper was not squeezed, and the blood floater was standing by the narrow window. The guard swiped his knife horizontally. This is a wonderful way to keep the narrow window from getting in and out. The man took another quick step. Some hard object in the sleeve of the suit was greeted fiercely. Beyond ten feet.