Xiaofeng's guessing game is getting better and better, Bingruo can't help but sigh, he thought he was a proper mentally retarded, but he didn't expect that after careful guidance, he could also improve quickly. But in the end, Xiaofeng's guessing skills actually surpassed Bing Ruo, and I don't know when Bing Ruo almost never won again, which she didn't expect.

On this day, after losing several games in a row, Bingruo couldn't hold back anymore, she also learned Xiaofeng's often pouting movements, and asked, "Why do you keep winning now?"

Xiao Feng blinked his innocent big eyes and shouted: "Of course not, because I remember every action you make, you have always been a ...... of paper, scissors, rock, paper, scissors, and rock"

Bing Ruo was shocked, this little wind looked stupid, I didn't expect to observe her so carefully, and I still remember it so accurately.

"Then you didn't say it earlier, and deliberately let me lose for so many days in a row. ”

"You're always upset when I've been losing, I thought you didn't like winning......"

Bingruo said darkly, this little wind is really still a little fool with tendons.

The wind god came again, and without saying hello brought darkness, and then the fire on the ice candlestick was lit, and he sat down at the table again and began to read at night.

In the past few days, Bing Ruo still couldn't help but quietly observe his appearance of reading at night, and was very curious about what was in those books, but Bing Ruo didn't have any chance to get close to the books.

Bing Ruo also found a strange thing, that is, Feng Shen's expression has become more and more solemn when he has been reading it for the past two or three days, and a sadness and anger are faintly brewing in his seriousness, and every time he turns the page, he seems to be enduring something, and Bing Ruo is both scared and inexplicably sad.

Some of his movements and expressions will remind Bing Ruo of Luo Feng, but Bing Ruo is glad that he is not Luo Feng, if he really sees Luo Feng like this, Bing Ruo will definitely be very sad.

At this time, he continued to study those books, Bingruo lay on the ground and looked at him with wide eyes, and now he didn't have to pretend to be asleep and squint, because these could not be hidden from the Wind God at all, but Bing Ruo later found that the Wind God was not disgusted with looking at him like this, so he looked at him openly.

He still looked serious, frowned slightly, seemed to be angry and sad, Bingruo looked at it and was sleepy, and gradually fell into a dream.

After Bingruo fell asleep in general, she would not wake up until the wind god waved his sleeves into the sky, but tonight, she was awakened by a strange smell that rushed straight to her nose, it was burning.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and looked towards the source of the burnt smell, where the wind god sat by the desk, his face as cold as frost reflected in the candle flames, his eyes hollow, and he didn't know where to look.

Bingruo was really startled when he saw the movements of Fengshen's hands, but when he saw that he was tearing off the pages one by one and burning them out in the candle flame, the smell of burning was generated.

Bingruo hurriedly stood up and wanted to walk over, but was stopped by the wind god just a foot away from the ice table.

"Why are you burning books?"

"Because it's so badly written. ”

"And how long are you going to burn?"

"I've burned two copies, and this last one. ”

......

Bingruo sat down on the spot, holding his cheeks and watching the wind god burn the book, watching those innocent pages being eaten away one by one in the candle flames, and felt more and more that this wind god was simply unreasonable.

Bingruo looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but ask him, "What is written in the book, can you tell me?"

Fengshen said lightly: "Story." ”

"What's the story?" Bingruo asked again.

Fengshen's eyes swept coldly, "A story that doesn't exist anymore." ”

......

Fengshen burned the last piece of paper, raised his eyes to look at Bingruo, who was sitting a zhang away, and said coldly, "Come here." ”

Bingruo was a little surprised, but she still reacted quickly and ran to his side. Fengshen stood up, pulled out a folding fan from his sleeve, and handed it to Bingruo.

"Why is that?" Bing Ruo was shocked.

"Take it. ”

Bingruo accepted the folding fan and unfolded it, a very beautiful white-background fan, but Bingruo couldn't see or touch its material, and could only see two big characters on the fan surface: "Qiankun." She was playing with the folding fan, which suddenly turned into a sheathed dagger!

Bingruo was so frightened that her hand loosened, and the dagger fell to the ground, and she raised her eyes in horror to look at the wind god, who still had no expression.

Bingruo hurriedly bent down to pick up the dagger and wanted to return it to the wind god, but the wind god asked her to hold it herself, and asked her, "Do you want to go back to that boat?"

"Yes!" Bingruo didn't expect that he would take the initiative to mention to him about leaving this place, and his heart was overjoyed.

"Use what you have in your hands to kill the man in bed, and you'll be able to go back. ”

Bing Ruodeng's hair stood upside down, and cold sweat was dripping.

"If you don't, I still have a way to kill him, but if you do, you won't want to get out of here for the rest of your life. ”

Bingruo's heart was pounding, and she turned her eyes to look at Xiao Feng on the ice bed, Xiao Feng seemed to be asleep.

The wind god seemed to guess what Bingruo was thinking, and said, "He didn't hear it, and even if he did, it didn't matter." ”

Bingruo only felt that he was caught in an unbelievably terrifying whirlpool trap, and his mind was racing about what to do. Until the wind god left for a long time, she still stood in place in a daze.

The wind god's words are not unreasonable, Bing Ruo now understands that this wind god is either an immortal or a demon, anyway, it is not something that she and Xiao Feng can deal with. If you kill Xiao Feng, you can get out, if you don't kill Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng will also die, and she will be imprisoned for the rest of her life! In this way, she has no choice, even if she can't bear it in her heart, she can only succumb to reality.

Horizontal heart, dagger out of the sheath, Bingruo held it, slowly walked to the ice bed.

She sat quietly at the head of the bed with a dagger, untying Xiao Feng's placket with one hand, it was clearly easy, but she released a cold sweat.

Finally, Xiao Feng's chest was presented in front of Bing Ruo's eyes at a glance, and the skin on the left side of his chest was as white as jade, with a slight undulation. If Bing knew that there was an object there that was rhythmically moving, with a blood-colored invitation, it was Xiao Feng's—the heart.

If you kill him, you can leave here, and if you kill him, you can return to Xia Xian...... Three thousand karma in one thought...... But...... No but!

Bingruo closed his eyes and waved his dagger neatly, about to make that decisive stab, but when he was close to the crosshairs, his eyes suddenly swept over the familiar face-Luo Feng's face.

That face was so dazzling that Bingruo's eyes flickered, and a great sorrow hit his heart, as if the dagger had pierced Bingruo's own heart like a colic, and then his hand shook and deviated in the wrong direction.

Immediately after, Xiaofeng opened his clear eyes, and met Bingruo's terrifying eyes.

"Why doesn't my sister sleep?"

"I ...... Get up...... Look at you. ”

Xiaofeng laughed, and the smile was as pure as a child.

"What's the fun stuff you have in your hands?"

Bingruo suddenly found that he was still holding the dagger in his hand, and was seen by Xiao Feng!

She hurriedly retracted the dagger into its sheath and tucked it into her sleeve.

Xiao Feng didn't understand anything after all, he didn't recognize what a dagger was, and he didn't know that the person next to him could kill him at any time.

Bingruo raised her hand to wipe the sweat stains from her forehead, and lay back on the soft floor next to the bed, lying on her side facing the candlelit ice table, where there was only one chair in front of which no one sat on.

"Xiaofeng, are you afraid of death?"

"What is death?"

"It's just never going to exist. ”

"Then I'll never see my brother and sister again, I don't want to ......"

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