Legend of Fu Yao

The night is deep.

This long night seems to never pass.

The cliff that had just fallen from Meng Fu’s shaking was still silent, and there were occasional gravel rolling on the edge of the cliff. It took a long time to make an echo of the impact.

I can hear that the cliff is deep.

The grass on the edge of the cliff suddenly moved.

Immediately, a twilight figure suddenly rose from the darkness that could not be opened under the cliff.

The figure completely ignores the gravity, as if it is magically drawn by the invisible object, slowly drawing a semicircle in the air, steady at the edge of the cliff.

The slender figure looked up, and the moonlight sprinkled on her cold eyes.

Meng Fu shakes.

There was a smile without a smile on the corner of his mouth. Meng Fu shook his wrist, and a black light brush that could not be distinguished by the naked eye swept through the air and indented into her sleeve.

"Thinking about me? Not so easy."

Meng Fu Shao gently stroked the black whip between the wrists. It was the soft whip she used as a belt. The look was wrong. She had already buckled the whip in her palm. She had her sleeves behaving strangely. She had already left. On the heart, the red cloak covered the tricks of her men, and also covered her movements that wrapped the soft whip around the cave.

A little bit of acupuncture points, she mobilized the remaining broken nine-pronged exercises in advance, and protected the body of the half of the hand on the side of the hand, squatting at the bottom of the cloak, recognizing the hole slightly, the strength is not enough, almost the moment she fell, It was immediately solved by impulse.

When she was pushed down, the soft whip pulled her body. She didn't move until the two men walked away and climbed down the cliff.

Standing on the cliff, looking at the darkness in front, Meng Fu Sha seems to see the majestic hills that once sheltered her at the end of the darkness, and the teenager who once gave her extremely precious warmth.

The top of the cliff was swaying, and the pale girl stood straight and had no expression. When she remembered the smile that she would involuntarily emerge from the boy, she was gone on her face at the moment.

Those days that were tempted by affection, it was just an expedition in her life. She saw the warmth of beauty in the vast jungle, thinking that it was her own easy to find Eden. However, she was quickly deported.

But it doesn't matter, this world, there are endless losses, there are still endless accounts.

Meng Fu shook the soft whip of the gold wire, and the soft whip made a sigh of relief, and it was rumbling in the valley, like the horn was blown by the Qing dynasty.

Smiled, Meng Fu shakes out a few dark green grass from his arms, but the grass tip is white, looks like a morning frost.

Satisfied with the details of the grass, Meng Fu Sha feels that he is very lucky, and a cliff can actually find the "one finger cream" born on this cliff, this herb is very effective in treating internal and external injuries, as well as Guben Peiyuan. The effect is really a blessing in disguise.

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

Suddenly paused.

Then slowly widened his eyes.

its not right……

I have counted this grass just now. It is obviously six. How are there only five left?

Grass has been caught in your own hands, no one is there, how can you disappear?

Teleport? Space disorder? ghost?

The last guess made Meng Fu shake and smashed. The ghost pictures that I saw in the past life were immediately untouched, and the light and shadow technology effects that were extremely horrifying were immediately turned over and over in the minds of Meng Fu’s mind.

Meng Fu has been through the years for many years, and the unusual encounters have also been considered to exercise extraordinary minds. However, at the moment, the mountains are over the cliffs, the trees are silent, the mountains are called, and the trees on the four sides are dancing like the ghosts. The yin and anger, the palm of the herb disappeared inexplicably, and the puzzling Meng Fu spurred the spirit to fight a chill, and a "ghost" wanted to blurt out.

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

In this way, Meng Fu shook his daring, and the long whip was pumping, and a slamming sound burst into a crisp, big drink, "Who!"

No one answered, only the wind whistled.

Meng Fu Sha waited for a long while and did not move. He had to pick up the long whip. He wanted to put the grass away, his eyes fell on the grass, and suddenly he was shocked and stopped again.

There is one less grass!

Looking at the remaining four grasses in the palm, Meng Fu really has no way to control himself not to go to the direction of ghosts, but this ghost does not appear to hurt people, always stealing their own herbs to do?

Biting his teeth, Meng Fu shook his hair, and suddenly put all the remaining four herbs into his mouth, angered, "Call you to steal! Call you to continue stealing!"

The drifting mountain wind faintly smirked.

Hearing this laughter, Meng Fu was not afraid of it. It was a ghost. It seemed that there was no malice. Meng Fu, who had let go of his heart, sat down and sat down, and Da La La’s eyes closed.

Very casual waved, "That, it seems that you are very busy, if it is really okay, trouble to help me protect the law."

It was a chuckle, the voice was low and sound, with a bit of coolness and elegance, and there was a strange charm between the syllable collisions, which reminded people of the most north of Dizhou's rolling snow-capped mountains, and the wind blew through the sound of the dazzling sound of Qionglou Yushu.

The four fields are quiet, the grass and wood fragrance in the early autumn is scented by the night, and the grass and wood fragrance has a special faint aroma. It is different from any fragrance of flowers and plants, and is more pure and noble.

Meng Fu Sha did not seem to hear or hear, and when he really closed his eyes, he took care of himself.

The third laughter sounded, this time is close to the ear side. At the same time, a loud bang, a fire suddenly ignited in front of Meng Fu’s body, and the orange-red jumping flame will sneak open the eyes of Meng Fu. In front of me, it is a warm red.

On the other side of the fire, a lonely man, slantingly lying on the man with a wide blouse, the light-colored plaque hangs down, embroidered with dark lines of silver, and the smudges can't see the pattern in the dark, and as his body rises and falls, it keeps flashing. A shimmering glimmer.

He reclined at the end of the thin and brittle treetops, clearly seeing his body sorghum, but it felt like a cloud of light; the gesture was idle, but it was involuntarily looking up, such as the Yushan.

The branches are swaying, and he throws the branches long--every one is thrown into the fire and falls under the branches that were first thrown in. As the branches increase, an arched firewood gradually forms. The pile made the fire burn more and more vigorously.

He moved between the palms of his hand, revealing a little imprint of the right hand, the color is slightly darker than the skin color, but because of the distance, you can't see the shape.

Meng Fu swayed his eyes and swept it, eventually falling on the perfect fire, holding his hands and quietly moving a step.

Guessing with your fingers also knows that this guy is just the "ghost". Don't say anything else. It's a superb effort. It's so arrogant to throw a branch. If he gets a little bit of heart, his short legs are not enough. of.

I haven't had time to remove my butt, and the other person is talking.

"Girl, the night is heavy, I am very cold."