"Help me see if there's any wood under the stove.

Luo Feng glared at Nangong Injury. I'm not a fool yet."

"Really?" Nangong said incredulously, holding the egg in one hand as he picked up the wood in the vat and searched for rice grains inside. There's actually some abalone juice waiting for me to show off my skills." He pulled up his long sleeves again and glanced at Luo Feng: "Do you know how to beat eggs?"

"Yes."

"Then you try." Nangong handed over the eggs and bowls.

Although the next time was not long, Nangong felt that he was only a little busy.

"I'll eat first?" The egg rice with thick soup overflowed Luo Feng's nasal cavity.

"Didn't you say you're hungry?" Nangong handed him the ladle.

Luo Feng only took one bite, first showing a complicated expression, and then he smiled happily at Nangong Injury.

"How does it feel?" Nangong seemed to have expected the end, and his performance couldn't have been better.

"It's delicious!" Luo Feng took another bite.

"Really? I'll taste it." Nangong was very curious, snatched the plate and ladle, and ate it frantically, but the more he ate, the more he felt that something was not right.

"I don't know why! I just think it's delicious." Luo Feng smiled at him.

"Stupid." Nangong Huang couldn't understand the handsome man in front of him at all.Resisting the cold, he sat opposite Luo Feng, holding a ladle and eating depressedly, and from time to time he would spit out a few eggshells from his mouth.

Long

Luo Feng squatted on the ground, and slowly touched the flames on the edge of the stove with his hand.

It's getting closer.

"Are you really stupid? Do you know that this is very dangerous!" Nangong angrily took Luo Feng's hand and said in a deep voice: "It will hurt"

"Injured" Luo Feng's expression suddenly looked a little confused.

"Are you pretending to be stupid or do you really not understand? Simply put, it hurts!" Nangong patted him on the head.

"Oh, I'm destined to live in the 'Heavenly Gift' and won't get hurt." He was stimulated by the language and his eyes were no longer wandering.

"'Heavenly Grant'!?Please, put some brains.That's the fate of the emperor, okay?" Nangong licked his lips.

"I am the Emperor." Luo Feng's tone became more and more heavy.

"What are you kidding, I'm still his father." Nangong smiled badly.

"You should know, my father, Emperor Changyou, died a few months ago." Luo Feng smiled bitterly.

“”

“”

"Are you really the emperor!?" Nangong covered his head with a wound, "Oh my God, I've become stupid too, why do you ask such a stupid question?"

"I'm serious, there's no need to lie to you at all." Luo Feng looked at the stove.

Nangong was overwhelmed and shouted, "Help!" At this moment, his temperament was both happy and afraid.

"Brother Nangong!"

"Huh?"

Luo Feng whispered: "Whether you believe it or not, I already regard you as my friend.

As soon as Nangong Hurt heard this, his heart flew up.

He was like a dandelion in the black twilight, and he walked again in a very strange, funny way, with a light step, as if he were dancing but not like dancing.

"Where are you, brave king?" he called faintly.

Fang Tanxin lay quietly on the bed, the bed was wide and comfortable, and Fang Tanxin was as quiet as a piece of wood.

Fang Tanxin, who was vague, seemed to hear someone else's voice.

That's how people dream of some strange scenes between sleep and wakefulness, and twitch for no reason!

Couldn't it be a delusion? This is the court.

The Emperor's house was warm, simple, with no decent furniture, a plush carpet from the Star Empire on the floor, a wooden screen in the corner of the room, and lots and lots of trinkets hanging on the walls.

"Where are you, Brave King?" mixed with an eerie laugh this time!!!!!

Fang Tan Xin felt that there was probably some danger waiting for him here.

Fang Tanxin looked out the door in fear.

He happened to see the shadows that appeared in vain behind the door

It was a strange gesture, not like it was made by the strict ordinary people in the court

Groov!

The door was pushed open!

"Who?!" Fang Tan Xin drank lightly.

"Aha! don't be afraid, I'm just here to see you as an innovator." The "man" was crooked, glued to the back of the door, revealing only half of his body, with curly green hair, strange looking, leaning forward, his lips were particularly ruddy, and his eyes were cloudy like two mud puddles.

He was looking into Fang Tanxin's eyes.

Fang Tanxin's body trembled, and he was terrified and "walked away!!

The thing was indifferent, and continued to look into Fang Tanxin's eyes.

Fang Tanxin was a little flustered.

"If my dead companions hear this, they will only laugh at your cowardice." He stepped over the threshold and approached, his hands curled up, his nails long,

Only then did Fang Tanxin see that there was actually a pigeon standing on his shoulder like a dead thing, tightly twisted!

The white snow outside the white dove house, and the dead white pointed face, all set off the green curly hair and bright red lips.

"Dead partner?" Fang Tanxin asked tremblingly, subconsciously shrinking his legs.

"Do you need to say it, it's the Xianting Sect who died in vain because of your obsession."

In just a moment, Fang Tanxin found that he had come into contact with a secret that was hidden and taboo.

- The king?

The cause of death of the Xiantingmen who died tragically in recent days was because of the emperor? How many secrets are hidden behind this!

"Are you an avenger?" Fang Tanxin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but felt very lonely.

"No, but maybe I said it, just to see the charm of your innovator." He looked at the white dove on his right shoulder and smiled meaningfully.

Just as he was smiling, Fang Tanxin suddenly pulled out the short sword hidden on his body and stabbed it.

Burst!

The white dove flew.

He looked displeased.

The white clothes were soon dyed red,

"If your instrument is only so pathetic! Then you are not qualified to afford a new world! Admit it! You lack too much! Your heart is too weak!! my dead companions, your choices, the path of innovation you are going to take are meaningless to anyone." He doesn't seem to care about pain at all.

He stood straight and looked at Fang Tanxin quietly.

That look made Fang Tanxin frightened: It's over!

His eyes were full of meaning: "Sad! Before you die, show your due backbone!"

Fang Tanxin was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said excitedly: "Don't look down on me!"

The last dignity.

I want to cry.

"Very good!" he approved, and the white dove landed on his fingers, and looked at Fang Tanxin in a daze.

Fang Tanxin's neck seemed to be twisted and distorted by a magical force." A long burst of blood sparked from a long slit in the neck.

With tears in his eyes, he watched the last scene of his life.

The empty room, the ornamented walls, the sluggish white dove in front of him, the strange madman, the door that was pushed open, the emperor who was panicked outside the door.

In an instant, the emperor was confused!

He looked at the young life, as if he were looking at a fledgling that had just grown, and had already withered before it could spread its wings or even fly!

Fang Tanxin finally stared at the emperor's eyes, that faint charm, which seemed to contain endless pain, painful complaints, and like a leisurely reluctance.

Then the only look in his eyes melted and disappeared little by little!

powerless

Luo Feng closed his eyes in shame, and then he violently shouted, "You bastard!"

When the white pigeon man heard the news, he turned his head and both seemed to be startled.

Luo Feng was surprised by the appearance of the white pigeon man, with bloodless pale cheeks, long green hair, and red lips.

And there was a hint of exclamation in the white pigeon man's expression: "What are you!"

He saw the tired man covered in snow in the inky blue light, and his body, nay, soul, exuded an endless sparkle! he even felt a pair of eyes peeping in the darkness.

What is it?

"Thousand lakes!" Luo Feng suddenly shouted.

“？”

Heart-to-heart

A wisp of windbreaker, like a fall from the sky, quietly came.Walked a few steps and protected Luo Feng.Her breasts were erect, her curly hair hung down to her waist.Her body was vigorous, and her strength was the best among the palace guards.

Luo Feng was angry: "Kill him!"

"Wonderful! a beautiful trap!—you're the master!" the white pigeon man began to applaud.

Qianhu was silent, her eyes were as blurry and empty as moonlight, like a puppet, only to carry out orders with actions, but not forgetting her faith, she was not only a guard, but also a warrior who constantly sought a strong opponent in the staggered life and death!

A leaping sword, long flying hair.

It's black.

What is he talking about?

Luo Feng was puzzled.

"What a flawless night." A faint wind danced around the white dove man,

In an instant, Qianhu felt a strong backlash!

"Firm faith occupies the lingering vines, although I am not sure, but there is no doubt that from a certain point of view, I think you are excellent!"

A thousand lakes slashed again!, but I only felt the sword sink into the quagmire, and fell into a vague void.

"I'm not going to interfere with the rest of the game!" the dove man began to blur.

It's an afterimage!

He vanished without a trace, and along with the white dove, turned into an illusion.

A thousand lakes pause,

"What the hell is going on?"

Qianhu leaned down to signify etiquette.

Luo Feng looked at the disgusting corpse guiltily: "Bury him well, send comfort money to his family."

Qianhu nodded and stepped back.

Luo Feng sat on the coffee table stool, holding his forehead, feeling a headache, looking at the soft light outside the house, the falling snow. But is that really enough?" he didn't just ask himself.

Everything was so silent, and it seemed like another sleepless night

Under the New Moon,

He stood motionless on the Oriental eaves, surrounded by the moon that could be near and far.

Then he turned his head abruptly and asked about the empty scene behind him. Have you seen enough?"

"But all things are lifeless.

The green-haired man shouted angrily, "Get out!"

A cloak touched the ground, and colored shadows appeared half-crouched on the eaves.

"It's you!" he said, disappointing the green-haired man.

"The answer to him was silence.

But perhaps silence was his answer.

The green-haired man touched the compassion in his heart: "The old ghosts of the past have dark shadows everywhere you walk, why do you still covet the warmth of the world for the sake of the dead? Why peep in the dark when overlooking the lights of the world? Go to the 'Infernal Hell' as soon as possible and face the 'result' you deserve!"

“”

The green-haired man turned his back on his post and no longer persuaded each other, dancing in the air, leaving only a ruthless soul.

His pupils glowed, he stared into the sky, vanished, and returned to the abyss of emptiness.