The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 402:
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The voice was a little hoarse, but it was changed by the true energy. Feng Zhi faintly heard the sound of something shaking, and remembered that Gu Nanyi's golden bag that he had finally recaptured was in the opponent's hand, and it seemed to be still light. It shook and shook.
It seems that the fake **** came back to get this thing back.
The fake **** stopped, was silent for a moment, seemed to smile slightly, and then said: "Oh, yes, I lost something, thank you for waiting to return it to me."
The two of them exchanged a few words in a remote palace at night, like a real lost owner and a scavenger on the street during the day. Then Feng Zhiwei heard the fake eunuch's relatively light and special steps. The first two steps seemed to be to pick up the golden bag.
"Bang."
"Hiss."
Two low but dull sounds, the wrong footsteps, the two figures in the moonlight were confused, and then the fake eunuch's low laughter was heard, saying: "Okay... okay... you are awesome, so... A person's way will heal his body."
The masked man said leisurely: "The things you have handled are certainly powerful."
The fake **** was silent for a moment, and the moonlight shone brightly, shining her shadow on the opposite wall. She seemed to have brushed her hair, and then smiled charmingly: "Who are you? How do you know me so well? How do you know me? This bag has been poisoned? How come you weren't poisoned?"
The man smiled faintly again and said: "Since I know you poisoned me, how could you be poisoned?"
Feng Zhiwei was shocked - when the fake **** threw the bag back just now, had it been poisoned? She didn't realize at all that the fake **** was chasing her so closely and had to deal with her pressing every step of the way. He poisoned her as soon as he raised his hand. His technique was really clever.
In other words, did the masked man take the bag from her, or did he save her life?
Her thoughts were flowing here, and the conversation was still going on there. There was a faint sound on the couch above her head, as if someone had sat down, and then she heard the laughter of the masked man above, shaking the couch slightly.
Feng Zhiwei was annoyed - you are sitting on my head!
"You went to great lengths to get close to that man, wasn't it just to see what was in his bag?" The masked man sitting on the couch pointed to the golden bag that had already reached the other person's hand, " Why don't you open it and take a look."
The fake **** sneered, opened the bag as expected, and then let out a low "Hey".
The moonlight reflected the shadow of the object in her hand, which was vaguely a wishful shape.
Feng Zhiwei was startled. Is there jade Ruyi in Gu Nanyi’s golden bag? No, if she remembered correctly, it should be the weapon Gu Nanyi had only used once, the short jade sword engraved with a blood-red pagoda.
Obviously, the moment the masked man took the bag away, things changed.
Who is this fake eunuch? Why are you so interested in this thing on Gu Nanyi? Sneak into him and steal it at any risk? Who is this masked man? He seems to know the whole story very well, and he doesn't seem to want the fake **** to know the whole story.
Feng Zhiwei's eyes widened in the darkness, vaguely feeling that her encounter tonight seemed to have touched some secrets lurking in the dark, some that seemed to have nothing to do with her, but were actually inextricably linked. secret.
The fake **** held Yu Ruyi in his hand and seemed a little dazed. He said in a low voice for a long time: "Could it be that... I guessed wrong..."
The masked man was silent and didn't say anything.
"It is indeed specious..." The fake **** whispered again, then raised his hand, threw Yu Ruyi back again, and said, "I don't want this thing, you can keep it yourself." Then he turned and left.
The masked man sat still and did not stop him.
The fake **** walked to the door, suddenly turned around, folded his arms, and looked at the masked man up and down. The masked man was silent and let her look at him.
The fake **** smiled for a while and said: "Actually, you don't have to be like this at all...I said, why should you..."
Her last sentence suddenly turned soft and charming, light and tactful, as if someone was scratching the palm of her hand with soft petals, tickling and seducing.
The masked man leaned back comfortably and said with a smile: "Oh? I don't understand what you mean."
The fake **** was silent for a while, then suddenly chuckled again.
"Enemies..." She smiled and walked back slowly. At this moment, her gait was no longer the same as before. It was swift and sharp, elegant and graceful, and she was swaying with each step. The moonlight illuminated the shadow. Her waist didn't seem to twist much, and her posture seemed to be... He didn't put it on purposely, and his clothes were still the eunuch's green silk robe. Somehow, the subtle tremors as he walked gave him a strange and infinite style.
A true beauty does not need heavy makeup, fancy clothes, exposure to seduce, or posing. A look in the eye, a smile, and a raised hand are all an irresistible romance.
This is just a distorted shadow of the moonlight. You can imagine how much a test it is for a man when such a beauty comes face to face.
The masked man on the short couch was silent, seemingly shocked by the beauty and charm.
"Enemies..." She smiled again and repeated a sentence. This sentence was slightly curled with her tongue, half-licked from the tip of her tongue, with a charming and playful ending, which reminded people of half-rolled lotus leaves with Dettol under the moon on a summer night. , the hibiscus swaying in the wind secretly sending its fragrance.
She smiled and slowly pressed her hands on the masked man's shoulders. The masked man didn't move. She smiled and leaned over, resting her elbows on his shoulders softly and tilting her head coquettishly. He blew on his earlobes again and again.
The masked man smiled lowly, raised his hand gently, grasped her green onion-like fingers with his fingertips, and lifted the little finger together. The enamel-encrusted gem-set armor fell down with colorful light shining in the darkness, and then he dropped it with a He held her fingertips in a cherished gesture.
The moonlight illuminated the shadows of the man and woman. She leaned on his shoulder lovingly, exhaling like a orchid. He half-tilted his head, gently held her fingers, intertwined their fingers, and looked at each other with a smile, looking tender. Pulse flow.
Feng Zhiwei stared at the pair of almost overlapping shadows on the wall, thinking that if this pair of **** were to have **** with her, would she immediately break through the acupuncture points and overturn the bed, or should she lie down patiently? Listening to live erotica under the bed?
Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, she almost pressed down her entire body. Only her undulating body line could be seen in the shadow on the wall, which was beautiful and exquisite.