The Rise of Phoenixes

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No... the fate is destined to be so opposite, and you will meet again after going around.

Use your fingers to pull the gold broom and throw it aside.

The basket is divided into many layers, and there seem to be many things.

On the first floor, a pot of wine.

The hip flask is made of coarse pottery, which is very poor, and there is no mark. Every major restaurant in Dijing has its own brewery. The hip flask will be carved with its own mark, which is not only in the tavern.

Ning Yi has traveled thousands of miles to send such a pot of inferior wine?

Feng Zhiwei stared at the hip flask, feeling a bit familiar, opened the hip flask, and sniffed the smell of the wine carefully.

The taste is pungent, never mellow, and you can imagine it is very strong. It is the kind of hard-working bitter haha. It is the cheap drink to warm up in winter.

Feng Zhiwei shook the hand of the hip flask and shivered.

That night, he drank a pot of bad wine from the tavern on the Jiuqiao Bridge, and listened to Dacheng's legacy. His tone was full of thoughts, and she was absent-minded and thinking about the way forward.

At the time, I thought it was just casual words, but now I want him to have a deep meaning in every sentence. Even when I was on the bridge, I might have done it intentionally.

Thin snow on the bridge that winter night that year, unconsciously, has fallen a long way.

It was really hard for him to find a tavern selling that wine.

Feng Zhi smiled faintly, grabbed the pot of wine, and sipped it out.

Under the throat of wine, the knife was fierce and hot, and a line of fire burst into the lungs, and the sound of Peng's five internal organs and six internal organs seemed to burn instantly.

She choked violently, coughing flushed, staring blankly at the empty pot, wondering how she had been drinking casually.

For such a poor wine, I remember that Jin Zunyugui didn't frown even when he drank. This man... never wanted to live out the truth.

Feng Zhi wiped his lips slightly and sipped a little wine from his fingertips into his lips. In that burning pain, he slowly recalled the past taste.

I have drank a lot of good wine this year, and it turns out that only this pot is the true taste of life.

On the second floor, an oddly shaped small crossbow.

The small crossbow does not resemble the one made by the Central Plains. It has snake-shaped vertical red tassels on both sides. The length of the crossbow arrows on it is different, and the gloss is reddish.

Feng Zhiwei didn't recognize it at first glance. After playing for a long time, he felt that the crossbow was familiar.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, she was drunk and had no intention of breaking into the backyard. She was hitting Ning Yi, who was about to start her fight against the prince and come out of the tunnel.

At that time, his dark black cloak was rolled up by the night breeze, and he flew in front of him. The light golden flowers flickered, and the crimson crossbow pointed at her back.

She ran away in a state of embarrassment, and in her busy schedule saw the crossbow arrow reddish like an eagle's eye...

If that arrow shot into her heart at that time, the mother and younger brother might not necessarily die.

Feng Zhiwei gently stroked the small crossbow, his fingers lingering over the streamlined crossbow body and the pale red arrow.

"Click, click."

Quietly and quietly in the quiet night.

On the carpet, a few reddish short arrows were dropped silently, breaking from them.

On the third floor, a bag of golden sand begonia fruit.

On the day of the Qingming College Entrance Examination, the assassin folded a special soft sword into a plate, installed this golden sand begonia and presented it to the royal front.

When the sword light protruded, the vermilion begonia fruit was accompanied by blazed blood flowers, which stained the ground with a splendid bright red.

A bitter plan, a game in the middle, he tried his best to pull the prince off the horse, and he could not allow her new prince to spy on his secrets.

After the screen, his **** fingers rested on her neck, and she saw the murderous intention in his eyes.

But finally let go.

Feng Zhi shook slightly.

"Today you let me go, and one day, I will let you go again."

Some words don't care much when they are spoken, and it's only at the end of the day that they realize that it is the fate of fate.

The golden sand begonia fruit is slowly contained between the teeth. This world-famous tribute sweet fruit is bitter when eaten in the mouth.

As in this life, the old things that dare not remember when going back and forth.

On the fourth floor, a blue pill.

When Wei Fu was drunk, Princess Shaoning handed it to her, and asked her to use the pulse of Ning Yi when she was drunk, and apply it to the wrist of Ning Yi. When she came to the Golden Palace and sued Ning Yi, she must lose her love. The father emperor shall not turn over.

The pulse was gone, sober soup was made, but the pills were not coated.

She didn't believe that Ning Yi, who was doing her business step by step, would rush into her house, just as she didn't believe that Ning Yi would trust her completely.

Sure enough, her choice was correct.

Everything was in his calculations, and he even had the blue pills in Shaoning's hands that turned blood into gold.

Ning Yi.

You want to thank me for not starting.

Still have to tell me that I can never escape your palm?

The fifth layer is a transparent crystal with irregular edges, which is obviously part of something broken.

The crystal beauty at the authentic exit of the Tiansheng Palace is on the face, the brows are graceful, and the gestures are charming.

And the man's sword light burst, and a sword broke this rare treasure, just because it was a person's permanent blasphemy against his favorite woman.

Something in the rainstorm abandoned palace confided that she caressed the scar on his chest and the scar on the bottom of his heart.

Feng Zhiwei held the crystal in his palm and his tentacles were cold, like the mood at the moment.

There was a slight pain in my heart, and my fingers couldn't help but apply a little force, but there was no tingling and bleeding in her imagination. She raised her hand, only to realize that the sharp edge of the crystal had been carefully smoothed.

Who silently pondered the sharp edges silently in the silent night, and the falling fine crystals scattered on the case like crystal tears.

Who cares so carefully as to round the corners quietly, only because of the fear that the Iraqi people will be overwhelmed or hurt themselves at that moment.

The crystal was polished but the cracks of the heart could not be polished, the night was so desolate.

The sixth floor is the drum hammer with golden handle.

In the hands of Helian Shizi, the drumsticks beat the drums, and the concubines of the concubines of the Rong Fei's birthday feast fought.

A hairpin feast, several first-place poems, she threw a glass of wine on the palace, she seemed to advise Hua Gongmei, but he looked at him.

"Seek perfection, forget nine deaths, look like a majestic demeanor, there are really seven know-hows, the six relatives are forgotten, the five internal organs are rubbed, the limbs are so weak, the three meals are not eaten upside down, and they end up facing each other. , It’s better to throw it-a piece of infatuation!"