Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 7: I am cold


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The night is dark.

This long night seems to never pass.

The cliff where Meng Fuyao fell just now is still silent, and there are occasional rubbles rolling down from the edge of the cliff, and it takes a long, long time for the echo to hit to the bottom.

I can hear that the cliff is deep.

The chaotic grass on the edge of the cliff moved suddenly.

Immediately, a black figure rose slowly from the darkness under the cliff, which was too thick to dissolve.

The figure completely ignores gravity, as if being drawn by some invisible object magically, slowly drew a semicircle in mid-air, and settled firmly on the edge of the cliff.

As soon as the slender figure looked up, the moonlight shone on her cold eyes.

Meng Fuyao.

An unsmiling smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and Meng Fu waved her wrist, and a black light brush that was indistinguishable to the naked eye swept through the air and retracted into her sleeves.

“Want to hurt me? Not that easy.”

Meng Fuyao gently stroked the black fine whip on her wrist. It was the soft whip she used as a belt. Pei Yuan looked wrong. She had already clasped the whip in her palm, pulling her sleeves and behaving strangely. She had already kept her heart. While the red cloak covered Pei Yuan’s tricks, it also covered her movement of wrapping the soft whip on the rocks around the cave.

Pei Yuan clicked acupuncture points. She mobilized the remaining Jiuxiao technique in advance to protect the acupuncture points on the side of Pei Yuan’s body. Pei Yuan clicked the acupoints at the bottom of his cloak. The recognition of the acupoints was a bit biased and she was not strong enough. At that moment, it was immediately unlocked by the momentum.

When she was pushed down, the soft whip grabbed her body, and she remained motionless until the two of them were far away before climbing up from the cliff.

Standing on the cliff, looking at the darkness ahead, Meng Fuyao seemed to see the majestic mountain villa that once sheltered her at the end of the darkness, and the boy who once gave her extremely precious warmth.

The wind was blowing on the top of the cliff, and the pale girl stood straight, expressionless, and the smile that would have appeared involuntarily when she thought of that young boy disappeared on her face at this moment.

Those days that were bewildered by affection for a while, they were just some adventures that went astray in her life. She saw the beauty of tenderness in the verdant jungle and thought it was her own. Got the Garden of Eden, but soon she was deported.

But it’s okay. In this world, there are endless losses and unfinished accounts.

Meng Fuyao flicked the soft whip that was wrapped around the gold wire, and the soft whip made a sudden sound, rumbled through the valley, as if the horn was blown more and more.

Laughing, Meng Fuyao took out a few dark green grass from his arms, but the tip of the grass was white, looking like morning frost.

Looking at the grass satisfactorily, Meng Fuyao felt that he was very lucky. When he fell off a cliff, he could find the “one-finger cream” growing on the cliff. This herb is very effective in treating internal and external injuries, and it has a solid foundation. The effect of Pei Yuan is really a blessing in disguise.

Carefully pulled a piece of grass and was about to put it in the mouth.

Suddenly paused.

Then slowly opened his eyes.

That’s not right…

I counted this grass just now. There are clearly six, but now there are only five?

Grass has been caught in his own hands, no one is going around, how could it disappear properly?

Teleport? Space disorder? ghost?

The last guess caused Meng Fuyao to explode. The ghost film scenes that he had seen in the previous life were immediately uninvited. Those extremely terrifying light and shadow technical effects immediately turned over and over in Meng Fuyao’s mind.

It has been many years since Meng Fuyao has traveled through it, and the extraordinary encounters can be considered to have exercised his extraordinary mind. However, at the moment on the cliff of the empty mountain, the grass and trees are silent, the mountain breeze is calling, and the trees on all sides dance with the wind like ghosts. There was a bit of gloomy air, and the herb in his palm disappeared inexplicably, and the puzzled Meng Fuyao shivered, and he almost blurted out with a “ghost” sound.

Suddenly remembered that the old guy once said that there are no ghosts in the world, and there are more people guessing.

Thinking about this, Meng Fuyao became more courageous, and with a whip, a crisp sound was exploded, and he shouted, “Who!”

No one answered, only the wind howled.

Meng Fuyao waited for a long while without movement, so he took the long whip angrily, and wanted to put away the grass, his eyes fell on the grass, and he suddenly shook his whole body and stunned again.

One more grass!

Looking at the four grasses left in his palm blankly, Meng Fuyao really has no way to control himself from thinking about ghosts, but this ghost does not show up and does not hurt people. What does he always steal his herbs for?

Gritting his teeth, Meng Fu shook his head fiercely, and suddenly stuffed all the remaining four herbs into his mouth, and said angrily, “Tell you to steal! Tell you to keep stealing!”

The wafting mountain wind faintly chuckles.

Hearing this laughter, Meng Fuyao was not afraid anymore. Whether it was a human or a ghost, it seemed that there was no malice. Meng Fuyao, who was relieved, simply sat down on the ground and closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

Waving a hand casually, “Well, it looks like you are very idle. If you are really fine, please help me protect the law.”

Another chuckle, the voice is deep and pleasant, with a bit of coolness and elegance, and there is a peculiar charm between the syllable collisions, which reminds people of the luxuriant luxuries that the wind blows over the Qionglou Yushu on the northernmost Dizhou mountain. ll.

The four wilds are silent, the fragrance of plants and woods in early autumn is transpired by the night, and there is a special faint fragrance in the fragrance of plants and woods, which is more pure and noble than the fragrance of any flowers and plants.

Meng Fuyao seemed to have neither heard nor heard, so he closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.

The third laughter sounded, this time close to the ear, and at the same time, with a bang, a fire suddenly ignited on the ground in front of Meng Fuyao, and the orange-red jumping flame opened his eyes secretly. Before Meng Fuyao’s eyes, a warm red was reflected.

On the other side of the fire, on a lone pine, reclining a man with a large robes, the light-colored plackets are hanging down, embroidered with dark silver lines, the patterns are not clearly visible in the dark, as his body rises and falls, Continuously shimmering shimmering light.

He reclined at the end of the thin and brittle treetops. He was clearly tall and tall, but it made people feel as light as a cloud; he was obviously leisurely, but it made people look up involuntarily, as if to the towering jade mountain.

The branches swayed leisurely, he tossed the branches leisurely-every time he threw it into the fire accurately, it fell under the branch that was thrown in first, and as the number of branches increased, an arch was gradually formed The shaped pyre made the fire burn more vigorously.

As he moved his palm, a little mark on the palm of his right hand was faintly revealed. The color was slightly darker than the skin color, but the shape was not visible because of the distance.

Meng Fuyao swept his eyes around, and finally landed on the perfectly framed fire, resting on the ground with both hands, and moved a step quietly.

Guess with your fingers, this guy is the “ghost” just now, not to mention, his light work is already superb, and he is so awkward to throw a tree branch. In case he is a little bit evil, his short legs Not enough to escape.

Before he had time to move his **** away, opposite, the man spoke.

“Girl, the night is cold and dew, I am very cold.”


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