Legend of Fei Chapter 102: Through the bones

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Xie Yun's words were interrupted, and the whole person became a dying and dumb firecracker. Seeing that Nianzi was about to burn to the end, suddenly a basin of cold water fell from the sky, which easily extinguished that little impulsive spark.

He looked at Zhou Fei and thought that she was young and ignorant--not the "ignorance" of "ignorant concubine", but the "ignorance" of "ignorance pain".

She is like a flower that has just bloomed on a vine that is solid enough to grow up with thorns. Every dew on her body is full of vitality. She can withstand the wind and frost and the severe cold. The wild nature that looks like a natural earth, every day, tries to be stronger, hoping that one day he can pierce the thick fog and become indestructible.

She has never experienced the torment of the years, and she has never been awakened by the old years that cannot go back at midnight.

She has never doubted. Many things she believes in and hopes for are actually just unreachable mirrors. At the end of a mortal’s life, love and hate are all in a hurry. In the end, there is nothing left, but "I can’t ask, I can’t keep it." Words only.

Xie Yun thought in a desolate heart: "I can lie in the coffin now and adapt to the new house first. What can I do to delay her?"

For such a moment, the voices of people all around, only his ears are silent.

Master Xie's lips quivered slightly, swallowed a thousand words, and suddenly smiled.

The big coffin over there took sixteen strong men to lift up. It was big enough to "build a house on the ground," long, wide and deep enough to lie down in a family. When it first appeared, it blocked the narrow alley. It's sturdy. But all living creatures with eyes could not help but look over there, but Zhou Feisi remained unmoved, staring at Xie Yun intently and asking: "What are you?"

Xie Yun gave her a deep look.

Zhou Fei: "Say it!"

Next, she watched Xie Yun proudly sacrifice her most beating face, and said with a hippie smile: "I will show you over there. Have you heard of the green wood coffin? That's the master of Xuanwu. Kui’s most precious “car” is not easy to use during the holidays. His elderly people don’t easily use it. Hey, there is such a big battle as soon as he enters the city. It seems that the Living Dead Mountain is determined to do this this time. Let’s stir it up first."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Xie Yun looked down at her with an impeccable gaze. He said, "No, don't tell me you still don't know how sacred Xuanwu master Ding Kui is."

He understands Zhou Fei. Although Zhou Fei is reasonable, she is also very temperamental. Unless she makes up her mind and prepares to cheat others, she seldom takes the initiative to show good to others. This is more or less the same as that of Li Da. Being too strict with her has something to do with the year-round and twelve-point sternness and the lack of care, which probably makes Zhou Fei feel that in the "happy, angry, sad, happy, emotional, and emotional", only "anger" is not considered a weak emotion, no. Weakness can only be expressed in an informal manner, and the rest is not worthy of a face... Even though it is not good to cover up with her city government.

But she definitely has the courage and temperament of "you don't like me, hurry up", Xie Yun puts the perfunctory clear on her head, and she will never entangle her.

Sure enough, after he said two words, Zhou Fei's expression gradually faded, and finally a small expressionless face was converged, and he gritted his teeth slightly and replied: "I know, not only do I know, but I also do it myself. Killed his mad dog."

Xie Yun: "..."

This girl is absolutely amazing, she doesn't easily make enemies, but once it gets into trouble, it must be a big deal.

Zhou Fei raised his eyelids and said coldly: "Why, Zheng Luosheng can kill him. A mad dog under a basalt seat is slaughtered. Who else should I say hello to?"

Xie Yun helplessly, while paying attention to the movements of the "coffin kings", he said: "You..."

But before he started the long talk, he suddenly felt a tingling pain from the fingertips holding Zhou Fei.

Xie Yun’s hands were too cold, and it was inevitable that they were a little woody. When he noticed that it was too late, he looked down in amazement, only to see a penetrating out of the index finger of his hand that was holding Zhou Fei. With the chilly blood bead, the blood that flowed out was slightly purple, and it was frozen before it had completely appeared—the instigator was a small spike between Zhou Fei's fingers.

Xie Yun’s vision began to blur, he subconsciously stepped back half a step, and saw Zhou Fei carefully wrapped the little spike in brocade and said to him: "Xie Gongzi knows the sky and the sky. Geography, do you still remember what the gangster is best at?"

The first unique skill of the Xingjia Gang is to steal the chicken and the dog, especially the black shop among the blue bats. If there are ten kinds of Mongolian sweat medicine in the world, eight kinds are their original creations.

Xie Yun's limbs gradually became uncontrollable. He staggered left and right for a moment, and hit his back against the wall next to him. Zhou Fei saw that he was jumping up and down just now, and he was not so easy to fall to death, so she didn't help him. She put her hand on the back and said very "reasonably": "You attacked me once, I secretly calculated you once, let's talk about it. It's flat."

Xie Yun smiled bitterly, her tongue stiffened, she couldn't speak, and she didn't know what the wicked and smoking things had given her. He found that the more he tried to "force poison", that The faster the drug attack occurred, and finally he was unable to stay upright, his eyes were dark, and he was brought down in a suffocated position.

Zhou Fei first took a cautious look and made sure that he was really fainted before thinking about how to move this "object". She gestured a little, feeling that it was impossible to carry it on her shoulders. The shoulders were not wide, and there was not enough space; I wanted to drag him by the belt, and found that Xie Yun's self-proclaimed "five-foot-long" leg was in the way.

Zhou Fei took a long knife and gestured on his knee, and said in his heart: "It's really troublesome to grow up, I can cut it off."

She wandered around and pondered for a while, picked up Xie Yun’s collar, fetched a bit of silver from his arms, moved Xie Yun, and came to a hawker selling straw hats on the side of the road. The wooden cart that was pulling the goods asked: "Are the carts sold?"

After a while, Zhou Fei put down the silver under the trembling gaze of the hawker, threw Xie Yungain up, and took a straw hat to cover his face, showing only a strand of fake white hair on his head, as if he was going to be sold for burial. Like my father, pushing the "corpse" away.

At this time, everyone in the Xingnan Escort in the inn has already begun to be like a big enemy because of the master Xuanwu's arrival.

When the big coffin passed by, the entire second floor was silent. The Zhu family's brothers and sisters looked very ugly, but Yang Jin had no taboos, walked to the window and looked down—from top to bottom, the big open mouth There was a secret inside the coffin. Inside, there was a grand chair, and a few small tables wedged at the bottom of the coffin were placed in front of the coffin. On the table were teapots, wine bowls and other things upright, and sixteen strong men walked. Steady, the glass full of wine did not spill a drop.

A man of five short stature is sitting in it, drinking and sunbathing comfortably. Because this person is too short, he can't stand out in this very "deep" big coffin.

Just as Yang Jin put his hands on his chest and was looking at one of the "Four Demon Heads", the "Wu Dalang" in the coffin suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met Yang Jin suddenly, a piece covered with The wrinkled old face stared at him expressionlessly for a moment, and then grinned at him-a facade-like tooth, he was sparsely missing half of it, and the few remaining fruits stood alone, unable to stop the black hole of the mouth. , Indescribably weird and scary.

The next moment, Yang Jin’s back spine suddenly burst into a coolness. Before he thought about it, he staggered and hid. He only heard a few sounds of "Tuk Tuk", and a row of palm-length darts came from the green wood of the basalt master. The coffin shot out, just passing Yang Jin, a few shots on the window lattice, and a few others entered the room, and Li Sheng, who reacted very quickly, pulled a short sword away.

Li Yan was taken aback and yelled: "Yang Heitan, are you free? What can I do with him?"

Yang Jin was wronged by her, and her face became darker for a while.

Lin Bo waved his hand and spoke for him: "The four demon heads of the Living Dead Mountain, the green dragon lord Zheng Luosheng is sinister and cunning, the red bird lord Mu Xiaoqiao is cruel and weird, the white tiger lord Feng Feihua is moody, and the basalt lord Ding Kui is right and wrong. Points-talking about Ding Kui, he hurt people for no reason, maybe it's just that others look at him more, he will kill the family, it is not that the younger brother takes the initiative to provoke. Alas, how else is it? Are these people quack sores?"

Li Yan asked: "Is there no one cares about that?"

"Who cares?" Lin Bo shook his head. "The dragons have no heads. There is no big person who can lead the head like Shanchuan Sword back then. How can someone else make a head bird without permission even if they are angry? Think about it, even The Li family lives in the mountains, closed the door and surrounds a forty-eight village without asking about the world. Nowadays, it is not easy to be alone. Who can get into trouble if he is full?"

To prevent trouble, Zhou Fei and others did not say that they were from the "southern". Compared to the "nandao descendants" who most people only hear of their names and never see them, Yang Jin's broken goose swords are easy to recognize. Lin Bo and others must have recognized this famous engine for "not doing business properly." The current head of Yungou regarded them as people from southern Xinjiang.

Lin Bo blurted out these words, not knowing what it was like in the hearts of the two "Li family members" during the dinner, Li Yan couldn't help but say something, but Li Sheng kicked him from under the table, and had to feel wronged and talked. Shut up.

At this moment, Wu Chuchu suddenly said: "Where is A Fei? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

As soon as this statement came out, even the careless Li Yan couldn't help feeling nervous.

Zhou Fei just came up and asked for her five bat orders, and hurriedly turned around and left. Until now, I don’t know what people are doing. Even Yang Jin took a look at the window and she could eat it. With a handful of darts, just Zhou Fei's stubborn temper, wouldn't he just start with someone from the Xuanwu faction along the street?

Li Sheng frowned, stood up and said: "I'll go and see."

Zhu Chen subconsciously followed: "Me too..."

Lin Bo drank him: "Master!"

Zhu Chen was taken aback, sat back in a daze, his pale fingers gently digging at the porcelain cup on the table, Li Sheng pressed his shoulder, and was about to go downstairs, when he saw the lady of the Yuyi class rushing There was an "Ouch" at the door and said, "Little Hongyu, what did you pick up and come back?"

"Red Jade" was a pseudonym that Xie Yun fabricated for Zhou Fei when she was in Shaoyang. Mrs. Nishang knew that her real name was not actually called this, but she just thought it sounds nice to say so, so she stopped by.

Zhou Fei's hand pressed hard, the cart that pulled the goods flicked at the door, crossed the threshold, and replied: "I picked up a'daddy' who wrote a small song."

At this time, the martial arts people in the entire inn were arguing about the coffin team that had just walked over, and whether Huo Liantao's so-called "Convention of Heroes in the North" could be sung, but no one paid attention to her movement.

Mrs. Nishang was taken aback, walked up and lifted the straw hat on Xie Yun's face: "Worry about Thousand Years?"

Li Sheng came downstairs quickly: "A Fei, how are you..."

Zhou Fei looked up and saw him, and he was greatly relieved: "Brother, ask someone to give me a hand."

Everyone arranged Xie Yun with all hands and feet, all at a loss.

Zhou Fei took an empty cup and poured three bowls of cold water into it in one breath. Only then did her exuberant heart fall slightly. She sank her mind and said, "It’s too long for a child to be a mother. What will I say later, do you know where to find a doctor?"

Li Yan asked carefully: "Sister, did you mutilate him?"

"Fuck off." Zhou Fei gave her an angry look, then turned to Yang Jin and said, "Brother Yang..."

The owner of "Little Medicine Valley" immediately shook his head: "I am not a doctor. I can't even distinguish between carrots and ginseng."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Suddenly, Mrs. Nishang interjected: "Let me see."

After she finished speaking, she separated the crowd and stepped forward. She stretched out her hand and probed Xie Yun's hand, only to feel the coldness of the tentacles, so that the real dead are beyond the reach of the dust-it must be the dead who have been frozen.

Mrs. Nishang was surprised in her heart, pulled Xie Yun's veins, and passed a wisp of truth, then she whispered, and saw the woman’s green fingertips turn red with cold. , As if being bitten by something, she quickly withdrew her hand and murmured: "How come?"

Zhou Fei hurriedly asked: "Madam, what do you see?"

"I'm just a crude medicine," said Mrs. Nishang, "but..."

She lowered her head and glanced at Xie Yun. Around Xie Yun's face, the white hair on the temples was still there, and the beard on her lips was torn in half by Zhou Fei, which looked very funny.

"This kind of poison," Mrs. Nishang's voice is getting lower and lower, "I've seen it before, but... isn't Lian Zhen already dead?"

When Zhou Fei heard this, his heart sank, and it was really deep-rooted.