At this time, the sun began to slope westward. Feng Zi heard that Tu Dan and Ao Qunfeng had gone far away, looking at the blood-red remnant sun, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart, leaned against the wall and thought: "Jianghu killing, what does his beggar gang have to do with me?" Then Ao Qunfeng really hated it when he saw it, so I still hurried to find Miss Ruan Yue. "Somehow, recently, the shadows of Cheng Guyao, Ruan Yue, Jing Ling and other three people often linger in their minds, sometimes thinking of their current state of mourning, under self-pity and self-pity, it is impossible to take a break and go away.

Fengzi was thinking to himself, when he suddenly heard a chaotic sound of beeping and peeling behind him, and a blazing heat wave swept over, looked back, and hurriedly jumped up. But seeing that the thatched hut was already full of smoke and flames, it was Tu Dan and Ao Qunfeng who came to light it in order to eliminate the traces when they left. With the help of the wind, Yu burned Yu Jin. Fengzi thought of the middle-aged beggar in the house, remembered his affection and sexuality, and couldn't bear to bury the sea of fire after death, so he immediately pushed his palms forward, and the wall collapsed head-on.

Seeing the position of the middle-aged beggar clearly in the smoke, Fengzi hurriedly slapped several palms one after another, and the strong palm power dispersed the falling debris and the long flames, and with a loud shout, he rushed into the house. The house was extremely hot, the smoke and dust rolled over, Fengzi stretched out his left hand to break the rope on the middle-aged beggar's body, and wrapped his right hand to hug it tightly, and then kicked violently under his feet, and with a loud sound, the front of the thatched house only broke through the wall. Rao so, his hair and clothes were dotted with sparks.

Fengzi hugged the middle-aged beggar and flew to the next tree, leaned it against the tree, and looked back to see that the thatched house had collapsed in the fireworks, and the heat wave was overflowing. It was really dangerous just now, if you hesitate for a moment, if you make a slight mistake, not only will you not be able to save people, but you will also be buried in the fire. Thinking of this, Fengzi couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Unexpectedly, at this time, I suddenly heard the middle-aged beggar under the tree weakly ask, "Who are you?" Fengzi was taken aback, jumped around and asked, "You are not dead?" But what he saw and heard in front of him was just the Tang Dynasty in the desolate world, and the ridiculous in the world. The middle-aged beggar's chest rose and fell rapidly, he gasped for a few breaths, and said weakly: "It seems that he can't die for the time being." Then there was a violent cough.

Fengzi was overjoyed and hurried over to help the middle-aged beggar. The middle-aged beggar shook his head slowly, and said with a wry smile, "It's useless." Who are you?" The middle-aged beggar said "Ah", his confused eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Feng Zidu's right hand tightly, and hissed: "Okay, good." Yay, great. "I couldn't get up in one breath, and there was another violent cough.

Fengzi was only sad and painful, and thought, "Now no matter who it is, for the sake of that unwarranted treasure of the previous dynasty, how can it be so bad to see me? Seeing the middle-aged beggar look so eager, he couldn't bear to let go of his opponent.

The middle-aged beggar smiled comfortingly, looked at Feng Zidu with dazzling eyes, and grabbed Feng Zidu's right hand with both hands, panting, coughing again and again, and said earnestly: "Seven plum blossoms, a thousand trees are colorless." Brother Feng, go to Jiuli, there is a small temple, the small temple ......" Who knew that there was no sound all of a sudden. Fengzi was strange, and when he looked down, he saw that the middle-aged beggar had really died of anger, but he held his right hand tightly with both hands.