The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 634:

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This sentence was like a heavy hammer, which made Feng Zhi slightly shaken.

The peonies fell heavily on Feng Zhiwei's shoulders, and she cried bitterly. The large tears stained the black fox fur with a thin, cool color, and the light was faint under the oil lamp.

Feng Zhiwei slowly raised her hand and patted her shoulder gently, looking through her shoulder at the little child standing next to the peony flower.

Chamutu is five years old this year.

The child was leaning against the door, wearing a black filial piety hat. When he saw his mother crying, he cried too. His big eyes were hazy with tears, but he still looked at Feng Zhiwei curiously.

Feng Zhiwei patted Liu Mudan's shoulder and paused in mid-air.

When she fell again, her tone was painful and slightly cold.

"No, he was killed by me."

Who doesn’t believe in fate and can’t see the ending five years from now? Their futile compassion is no match for the wheel of destiny.

Peony Flower did not understand what she meant and just cried desperately on her shoulder. Ever since she received the news of Helianzheng's death, this strong woman had not cried, just like when King Kuku died suddenly. The first thing she thought of was the stability of the grassland and her own responsibilities. Only when she saw the arrival of the woman who was more powerful than herself did her tears finally burst out.

She buried her face **** Feng Zhiwei's shoulder and muttered over and over again, "You shouldn't have had that argument with him... You shouldn't have had that argument with him..."

Feng Zhiwei was just about to ask her what was going on, but Peonyhua seemed to have vented enough. She wiped her tears and said, "Go and see him. Zadalan must really want to see you one last time."

Feng Zhiwei took a deep breath, nodded, and entered the door. Someone silently opened the curtain for her.

She saw the large black gold coffin in the middle of the hall at a glance.

The kind and bright King Shunyi slept forever in a coffin made for him by his tribe with black gold.

Feng Zhiwei stood at the door. For a moment, he felt that he was facing the end of the world, heaven and earth.

I thought that life was still very long, and that there would be many opportunities to meet each other in the future. However, all I thought was that in the end, I would finally face the most decisive one.

She stood in front of the steps, looking at the majestic giant coffin in the cold wind of the midnight grassland. It was another world, thick, dark, and always on the other side. Even if she died immediately, she could not reach it accurately.

It was this thick barrier that blocked her life-long confidant, the hero of the prairie, and Zadalan who happily called her aunt. From then on, she was left to face this and regret it for a long time.

The cold wind blew through the rolled up curtains, and the room was filled with the faint coolness of ice. The long light on the candle holder flashed twice, with a smile that seemed to be urging, and Feng Zhiwei moved slowly, step by step, past.

Short of three feet, long of a lifetime.

When she finally walked to the **** gold coffin that she almost looked up to look at, her legs suddenly went weak and she knelt down against the coffin.

My fingers slowly slid along the fierce and angry beast totems on the black gold. The rough grassland-style carvings hurt my fingers, but it couldn't hurt my heart at this moment.

For the first time in her life, she was unable to stand up and take one last look at him.

"Zhiwei, I am always waiting here. If you don't come over and don't let me pass, then I will be here. Remember, when you are tired, take a step back and look back, I am here."

Who is whispering in my ear in a trance, penetrating the vast sky of the late winter grassland.

Helian, you are here, but where should I be? I promised to protect your grassland, and I wanted to protect the land you loved. I chose to block the wind and clouds in Beijing to prevent you from getting involved in the turmoil of the dynasty, but I didn't expect that such a news blockade would harm you in the end.

If you knew that I had taken action and knew about my fight with Xin Ziyan, would you be more vigilant and not take the final road to death?

No matter how I go around, will fate give me a wake-up call in the end?

The ever-burning lantern swayed faintly above the head, making a slight crackling sound, like someone sighing in the distance above the dome.

Feng Zhiwei supported the coffin wall, struggled to stand up, and pushed open the unnailed coffin lid. One layer of the black gold coffin was made of special cold jade, and the four sides were stuffed with incorruptible spices made by the secret methods of the lamas of Huyin Temple. , He Lianzheng's royal robe and golden crown, lying quietly on the black and gold seven-layer brocade mattress. Except that the royal robe seemed a bit too wide and his face was too pale, his appearance was still as lifelike.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him quietly, as if she saw him suddenly sitting up, suddenly opening his arms and hugging her neck, smiling brightly, "Auntie, I'm just scaring you!"

She stretched out her hand with tears in her eyes, waiting to pat his head hard, but instead she patted the empty phantom.

The outstretched hand froze in the air, convulsing slightly in the candlelight.

Feng Zhiwei slowly lowered his head and saw the smile that would last forever.

She stared blankly at that smile for a long time. After tonight, this man's smile would never be seen again in this life. From then on, she met thousands of people, but there was no longer the Helian who was waiting for her to come back to the grassland.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly leaned down.

Her cold lips lightly touched He Lianzheng's eyes.

Helian.

This kiss seals the memory of what you have seen in this life. In the next life, you should not see the ominous me again.

The tears finally fell, and his face was generally cold.

The door curtain behind him fell gently, and the world fell silent between Feng Zhiwei's dark eyes.

Peony Hua was waiting calmly in the yard. When she saw her coming out, she gently pointed to the small room next door and said: "That is the spiritual place of Ba Biao. Their clothes and hats will be buried with him. They swore an oath." If I want to die with him, I will be their brother in this life and the next life." A trace of sadness flashed across her eyes, "I'm just sorry for San Falcon... His spiritual position can only be hidden secretly."

Feng Zhiwei turned to look at her, and Peonyhua said: "San Falcon wrote a suicide note in Wang Ting's script dipped in blood and hid it in his belt. He explained clearly what happened along the way. He only wrote about the death of Badger, and what follows. It’s gone, but I believe in him. Even if the sky falls apart, he won’t kill Zadalan.”

Feng Zhiwei closed her eyes in relief. The hero would not die in vain. The vast grassland royal court believed in its loyal people.

Only this kind of grassland can raise such a strong man.

"I just want to know...who is the mastermind?"