The Rise of Phoenix
Chapter 2

Feng Zhiwei squatted on the beach and watched quietly. This place is secluded, there's something early in the morning, and no one's coming. Five aunts passed by here and were actually looking for death.

The wet man swam over, his trembling fingers were about to touch the beach, and Feng Zhiwei's broom lightly flicked it.

It's mommy.

At that moment, the mother returned to Qiufu with her younger brother. He knelt before the Qiufu Gate for three days and three nights. On the third day, the door opened, and a pot of footwash was doused with a hula. Maid Aunt.

It was also a snowy and colder day than today. She knelt behind her mother and noticed that her feet washed the ice little by little in her mother's hair. After that, the mother had a high fever for three days and three nights and almost lost her life.

Auntie Wu swam for the second time. The lake caused a lot of ripples. His movements are much slower. His fingers were stiff and he wanted to pick up a rock on the beach.

Feng Zhiwei raised his broom and pushed his five aunts out.

This one's for himself.

Liu Guanshi was a distant relative of five aunts. He had long fallen in love with her. She first asked him to marry her as a further wife. After being rejected, she asks a silly son to get married. Father and son share the idea of sharing a daughter. Before uncle, father and son stopped a little, but just a few days ago, Liu Guanshi blocked him in an old house where no one left. If she had not brought the scissors with her, Feng Zhiwei was now, Be the wife of father and son, or be expelled from Qiufu out of chastity.

Auntie Wu swam for the third time. The woman was rather fierce and fierce. He no longer tried to grab the rock on the beach, but suddenly grabbed a broom and hugged it.

"explosion!"

Feng Zhi was caught off guard and pulled into the lake by him!

The ice lake water surrounded his body instantly, he shivered and thought that he would soon freeze. However, after its initial cold, endless streams of heat within the body suddenly surged, and fountains flowed all over the body, and outside the body. Cold attack, neutralizing the exact temperature as a source of hot water, running and stretching between the blood channels and meridians, he actually felt warm and comfortable, as if soaked in hot water.

Feng Zhi was stunned, and touched his heart unconsciously. He had an unexplained internal fever from childhood. He was always dull, burning like fire, and extremely greedy. The doctor confirmed that he could not live twenty years. In everyone's eyes, he was just a dying man.

This disease ... may be more severe? Even the winter water does not feel cold.

Suddenly the scalp stiffened, and the woman beside him combed his hair, Feng Zhiwei turned his head away, and he saw a face that showed a dead color, with a pale smile and a grin, and his fingers are tightly entangled. Her hair, trying to drown her.

Feng Zhi turned his head slightly and smiled at him.

"Oh."

Snow scissors flashed across the green lake, a strand of black hair fell over the water, and the roots drifted clear.

After grabbing an empty auntie five, she could not support him anymore, her head finally appeared above the water, and she sank into silence.

Feng Zhiwei stomped on the top of his head and pushed him a little lower - since he was destined to die, he would probably die sooner.

So she soaked in the wet water, thinking about the consequences of this problem - how to hide the beach trail, how to explain to mom that she suddenly had short hair and soaked clothes.

It's not a problem for him. After a while, he reached out to pick up the rocks on the beach and prepared to go ashore. He unintentionally flicked the corner of his eye into the water, his body suddenly stiffening.

The long and slender reflection of the fabric coat is reflected in the water like a mirror.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the shadow.

The jade crown, the dark silver pattern robe on the moon-white background, wore snow-white fur, the thin fur was noble and precious, but what was more beautiful was the face of that person, like the beauty of the world, condensed into one eyebrow, Wanlijiangshan was stunning instantly.

His eyebrows were slightly raised, beautiful as feathers, his lips were beautifully curved, and the hands of the gods carefully depicted him. The brilliance of jade resembled the eyes.

Snow in early winter blasts the snow, and a forest of white plums drifts across the beach, Plums and plum blossoms crumble like snow, pass through a lake of ice, and then crumble in its flying mantle. The winter scenery is rather monotonous, immediately feels beautiful.

Gods in the mountains, senior people under the forest, Dan Qing, the hands of the country, were hard to describe.

The body of the man wrapped in thin feathers was slender, and the eucalyptus tree generally stood on a beach rock, and from its posture, he leaned slightly to look at himself in the lake.

Feng Zhiwei immediately sank underwater, and then looked up.

He stared at the pair of pitch-black cold eyes.

Her eyes were so beautiful, the colors were fickle as they turned around, and they were silent when they looked at her. Pure black and white steel appeared in black and white, like rich brocade, and the layers were rolled up recently. The people were amazing and honorable but heavy and cold, drowned.

Feng Zhiwei brought his hands closer to his chest, looked at the eyes that looked excited and filled with night, and wrote the wind, thinking, whether the world would be confused by such a dazzling face, which was so dazzling, can't see his eyes thousands of miles away? Frozen woods?

“Excuse me, let me release it.” He lifted his head and moved the man to stand up.

The man did not move and looked at him — Feng Zhiwei stood in the shallow water, a beautiful face exposed among the scattered long hair, black and thin eyebrows submerged in the water, the, Wu Shen Ruoyu, a pair of Fog eyes, when you look at people, it looks like a fuzzy layer of thread.

It really looks like a delicate and harmless woman.

What face ... surprised him.

Inside the flowing water, Feng Zhiwei bowed and cleverly protected his chest with his hands. He was not ashamed and ashamed of this posture, nor did he panic over the murder. He was still standing quietly in the water. That smile implied an unavoidable glare.

In front of this man's teary eyes, any disguise would be embarrassing.