After the man was gone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Tianli glanced at the messy spirit birds on the ground, and prepared to start the barbecue.

In addition to the hundreds of birds, there was also a pile of discarded things on the ground.

One by one, it is black and does not slip away, and it must be roasted and wasted.

"Waste. ”

Feng Tianli said a word, and then began to make preparations.

Plucking.

I have to say that in order to have a good meal, this old beggar still has a lot of work.

However, judging from the size and fat of these spirit birds, this old man has indeed worked hard.

Soon, the plucking job was ready.

Next, light a fire.

"What kind of fire is this... How can such a big smoke be roasted and delicious? What an idiot. ”

Feng Tianli raised his feet and snapped, extinguishing the smoke and flames.

Then he took the pile of wood again, made a fire outside the cave, roasted two chickens, ate one for himself, and left one for the old beggar.

"Bye-bye, you!"

Feng Tian is leaving.

He's fainted for so long, it's time to go back.

But just a few steps after walking out, I suddenly felt a huge pain all over my body and had to stop.

Even if he barely managed to get out, it was hard to guarantee that he would not meet the remnants of the Black Mountain Gate, and when he met them, he would definitely be unable to save his life now.

"Hey, forget it. ”

Feng Tianli gave up his intention to leave and returned to the cave.

This old beggar was able to save him in the first place, could he have cultivated higher than him?

The celestial formation is so powerful, why is this old man okay?

I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't think of a reason.

Forget it, no matter what, see if his spirit grass is useful, and then make plans.

Not long after, the old man brought a large pile of black hay-like things and boiled a pot of porridge.

It's black, sticky, and it's full of pots.

"Come, boy, drink the medicine. ”

"What?... It's ugly..."Feng Tianli frowned.

It looks so bad.

"You have to drink it, otherwise how will your muscles and veins be repaired!"

"I don't want it..."

The old beggar forcibly pressed Feng Tianli's head and pressed it towards the big black basin.

"What are you doing? If you let me go, I won't eat..."

Feng Tianli scolded, but he was still poured a mouthful.

Hey?

A little sweet, a little bitter, similar to chocolate.

This tastes... Kind of like Häagen-Dazs.

I didn't expect such a thing to taste so good.

I couldn't help but pick up the whole basin and drank the rest of it.

Refreshing.

A pot of medicinal soup goes down to the stomach, and the whole body feels warm.

The broken tendons and veins seemed to be constantly repairing in combination, with a strong flow of heat, surging towards the big acupoints of the whole body.

In the blood, there seems to be a force spreading, and the broken veins are repairing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Tian sat cross-legged and ran for a small week.

I feel a lot more comfortable, and at this rate, he will recover in as little as ten days, or at most a month.

"Silly boy, not bad, right?"

The old beggar was smiling as he ate the chicken bones.

"Also... Yes. ”

Feng Tianxiang couldn't see the old man's sassy appearance, and deliberately pretended to be reluctant.

"Boy, you roast the chicken for me, I'll pick medicine for you every day, how about it?"

Feng Tianli nodded.

Such days, as soon as twenty days passed, Feng Tianli's veins recovered very quickly, and by the twentieth day, he was already able to breathe freely, without any obstacles, and the pain and discomfort in his body slowly disappeared.

If you go on like this, you will inevitably be lonely.

On this day, after Feng Tianli burned the 26th chicken, he suddenly felt emotional.

Do you live like this?

Thinking about the daily life of the Wind Cemetery, to be honest, he really wants to go back.

Sister Bingyue, will you miss her very much?

It's really rare to see such a gentle and enterprising woman...

The eyes fell on the barbecue grill in front of him, and a turkey was bubbling with oil.

It can't go on like this.

Feng Tianli finally decided to leave, no matter what life he faced, he didn't want to hide in this place.

It's safe, but it's a little rotten life.

He was not used to those days, and he did not like them.

Let's go.

Feng Tianli made an exception this time to roast two old beggars and put twice as many barbecue condiments.

The flavor is even more fragrant than before.

Everything is ready, the chicken is wrapped and put away.

He drew an arrow on the ground for the old man, and then a villain, and then patted his ass and left.

Out of the cave, I suddenly felt that the sea and the sky were wide. Feng Tian left and walked in the direction of the Wind Cemetery.

In the evening.

When the old beggar returned, he saw two roasted chickens on the grill, and an arrow and a child drawn on the ground, beckoning.

This is Feng Tianli's unique language, and he understands it.

This kid is gone!

His meridians haven't fully recovered, don't you want to die?

The old beggar was suddenly depressed.

What about the 100 roast chickens I said, who am I looking for?

The old beggar clutched his heart, hung his chest and paused his feet, looking impatient.

My roast chicken, my roast chicken! I will never be able to eat good roast chicken again.

......

"The wind is gone!"

Everything in the Wind Cemetery has not changed, but the difference is that when everyone sees him, they all look at each other and are very afraid.

Feng Tianli ignored it and went straight back to his bedroom.

"This room doesn't need to be cleaned, does it!?"

Before he reached the door, he heard a quarrel inside.

"Who said that this room doesn't need to be cleaned, this is my junior brother!Even if he isn't, but as a personal disciple of the Wind Cemetery, you should also do your duty...!"

But he had been gone for a month...... You also said that he was kidnapped by the Black Mountain Gate, and the person who was arrested by the Black Mountain Gate, is there still a life?"

"You're dead, your whole family is dead!"

Bingyue scolded a few words one after another, grabbed the man's ear, and mentioned it fiercely.

"You listen to me, the wind is not a day, you have to clean me for a day, and it must be cleaner than usual, if you can't do it, this princess will pick your skin!!"

The man's expression was grim, and his body trembled.

Seeing Bingyue's cold eyes. The whip in his hand creaked, like this... It's not like it's a joke.

Bingyue, as the ninth princess of the Ice Clan, practiced in the Wind Cemetery. Everyone looks up to him, what she commands, does he dare to listen?

After a moment, the man resigned:

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

Hurriedly picked up the bucket and began to wipe the floor.

"Senior sister. ”

Feng Tianli saw all this in his eyes and said lightly.

A familiar voice fell to her ears, and that voice often appeared in dreams, and at one point, she wondered if he was still alive.

Now that I heard it suddenly, I suddenly felt like I was crying with joy.

"The wind is gone!"

Bingyue exclaimed, a light flashed in the corner of her eyes, and she hugged Feng Tianli all of a sudden.

No matter how arrogant she is, but for Feng Tianli, she can bully, but others cannot.

"You're finally back... I thought ......"

At this time, Feng Tianli's gaze was calm.

"Think I'm dead?"

"No, no. "Ice Moon seems to have gotten one

Like the banner of victory, he turned his face to the man just now and said:

"See, see, I said he'd be back. ”

"Look, aren't you back now?"

The man was stunned, as if looking at a very rare work of art, watching the wind and the sky leave.

In my heart, I couldn't help but have a doubt.

Hehe, the people of Montenegro are still alive after chasing and killing?

It's weird.

The man smiled wryly, shook his head, and walked out. (To be continued.) )