The Rise of Phoenix
Chapter 3

“You intend to come like this?” He said for a long time, his voice soft, but when he listened carefully, he could still feel an indifferent coolness.

Feng Zhiwei looked back and saw that Mrs. Wu has drowned.

“What if he floats?” The man stared at the water, “At that time, how were you, who was responsible for sweeping the park, responding to Qiufu's interrogation?”

Feng Zhiwei felt that his tone did not seem to worry him, but it was a bit of a test for the school, but why should he be tested by strangers?

"Oh? Cross-examination?" Feng Zhi smiled and walked straight to the beach. The water dripping from his body splashed onto the beautiful ink shoes, and the man immediately gave up.

“Wu Madam somehow fell into the lake when she went to your meeting.” Feng Zhiwei stretched out his hand to hold onto her wet hair, and touched her face with a hint of regret the — Koodan on Wu Wu Wu's nails seemed to mix with color and aroma. "Without the flower", the powder dissolved in water only to clean the turmeric skin on his face. He had seen those people with yellow faces for many years. This is my mother's request, and she feels my heart's good now.

Sighing helplessly, he turned to smile at her, "I need to explain to Qiufu, it seems that it should be you?"

“Go to my appointment?” The man turned his head and smiled meaningfully, “But, miss, it looks like you made the appointment, not half-and-half.”

Feng Zhiwei stood still and looked at him to the side. Her natural eyes were gentle and her eyes were gentle, so she looked at her with a smile and was gentle like a flower that could be broken.

"really? It was truly an honor for the slave family ... Then, may I ask the son ... What is the surname of the slave family?"

The smile at the corner of the man's lips deepened, and he suddenly reached out to hold it and whispered in his ear: "Quickly or later you will tell me ..."

Feng Zhi fell into his arms a little unprepared, as soon as he got it, he found that the man looked handsome and beautiful, the appearance of someone who was like jade, as soon as he got it, but that hand skill was very unusual, he lowered his head and held onto his arm. His fingers, his slender knuckles were different, his skin was smooth and almost transparent, and his contours were not like martial arts hands, but were filled with an irresistible strength.

He was very close to her, and the cold mint flowed into his nose, a cold and clear smell, indistinct but everywhere, he frowned uncomfortably and wanted to struggle. , But hearing the sudden footsteps behind him.

Someone said sharply, "What about Yuhua? Xuan's front-page servant, why aren't there numbers?"

Feng Zhiwei shuddered in his heart, he recognized the voice of this — of his uncle, the five army governors and commander of the flying shadow guard Qiu Shangqi, when the generals were the hottest first people.

Yuhua now drowned in the pool under his feet.

Someone behind Qiu Shangqi gave a low return, but half of those words were interrupted by Qiu Shangqi. He said, "Oh, you're here ..."

That tone came towards Feng Zhiwei. It was only half of what was said and was also interrupted by Qingqiu's man. "Master of Autumn, I go everywhere. Why not comfortable?"

"No dare." Qiu Shangqi immediately bowed, panicking.

Feng Zhiwei listened, but felt that uncle's words were scary, but that respect was not enough, and that person's tone was also somewhat inappropriate. This dialogue sounds a bit strange.

"Concubine Fuzhong, Yuhua, a good singer and dancer, was originally meant to serve you." Qiu Shangqi smiled slightly in embarrassment, "Just that she suddenly has a problem ..."

“I've seen it,” the tone of voice of Qingqiu's man was relaxed, and Feng Zhiwei raised his eyebrows to look at him. Both eyes collided, and the man gave her a cute smile.

I saw it underwater.

Do you know what I'm going to say?

That's your business.

Afraid?

No complaints about killing souls.

The woman's eyes were always smiling, and she couldn't see the true emotions in her heart, but the fingers in front of her looked rather cold ... The man suddenly raised his eyebrows, and strangely he could feel that through thick winter clothes. Cold silk, is this an illusion? Or was it a long-standing injury to the chest where the cold had entered the bone marrow at that moment and relapsed again?

The old disease, which had been split up a long time ago, reappeared at this moment, and the opposite woman's eyes were filled with smoke and fog, and an inexplicable feeling made her feel possessed for no reason.

Is this an interesting person ...

All kinds of thoughts were just a moment, the next moment he received his gaze, half turning around, looking at Shangqi Shangqi's question.

"Oh, I killed."

His tone was light, like calling an ant that was trampled to death.

Qiu Shangqi's wide eyes were startled, and the indifferent smile on the man's elegant and cold face made him sigh in relief, and immediately remembered Dijing's legend about this person. Immediately, he hid his surprised expression, and said quietly, "It's okay to kill. Maybe the concubine made you rude?"

Still interrupting his words again, the Qingqiu man carelessly pulled his handcuffs, and his tone was as weak as the wind that melted the broken snow this winter.

"Do you need a reason to kill?"

"Do you need a reason to kill?"

"Do you need a reason?"

"Do you need to?"

"Isn't that necessary?"

Feng Zhiwei, wrapped in semi-dry clothes, dragged a broom and shook the rope on the snowy road in the morning, muttered this extremely domineering answer.

The man who looked so graceful and graceful like bamboo in the snow was so speechless. Feng Zhiwei always thought that he had good concentration, and he shivered when he heard this sentence.

He thought that even if his uncle was angry, he would definitely not be happy, he did not want his uncle to laugh twice, he seemed to be used to the way the person spoke. Not close.

The two exchanged words, and his uncle was told to leave. The man suddenly let go after the uncle left, and gave him a meaningful look before leaving. He saw a goose bump.

Feng Zhiwei held his hand and sighed helplessly, so unlucky .. swallowing for so many years, it was easy to take the chance to kill for the first time, and he was captured by someone, he was, it has been unprofitable for years.