behind him: "This is the thirteenth knife."
He just heard the voice, just heard a word - it was a "squeaky" sound, and something flew in the air, hitting
the acupuncture point behind his ear . .
Wang Feng stood far away and suddenly said: "You are using a magic knife. I use a magic stone." The
black man did not respond.
He has fallen down, and I don’t know if I can hear what Wang Feng said.
The sky was full of white powder falling on him, and there was a sky full of white powder flying.
- This bag of white powder is quite a lot.
Wang Fengdao: "You should rest and rest here first. I will tell you the price of this bag of white powder. If you don't have the money,
I can let you use your knife to pay the bill."
The lights in the Taiping grocery store seemed to be brighter, but still no one was seen.
This time, Wang Feng learned, and when he came in, he shouted: "Old locusts, and business is coming out, come out quickly."
No one in the painting piles out, but some people behind him are cold and cold: "If you still want to buy white powder, It's best to go to a place to
buy." The
old locust is not in the pile, but walks back from the outside.
His people are old, but their steps are very light.
Wang Feng is not surprised.
After what happened these two days, there is nothing in the world that can surprise him.
But he can't help but ask: "Why do I have to change places to buy?" The
old locust chilled his face and said coldly: "My bag of white powder is sold to you, it is for you to brush the wall, not to smash the eyes
"
Wang Fengdao: "Will the dead man brush the wall?" The
old cockroach said: "No."
Wang Fengdao: "If I don't use the bag of white powder to fascinate his eyes, now I am already a dead person." The
old locust thought I think, it seems that what he said is not unreasonable.
Wang Fengdao: "Now I have not died yet, I can still paint the wall. Of course, I have to buy another bag of white powder." The
old cockroach said: "The bag just seems to have not paid."
Wang Fengdao: "The bag of money should not be me ." Pay. "
Old worms said: "Who pays?"
Wang Fengdao: "The friend who wants my life." The
old worm said: "If he refuses to pay, will you take his knife to pay?"
Wang Fengdao "If you don't accept his knife, I can also go to someone else." The
old worm said: "Someone wants?"
Wang Fengdao: "At least one person." The
old locust never asked who this person is, and soon loaded it. The bag of white powder came out.
But he was not handed over to the king of the wind, but the light to price it out: "Nine fifth of the money."
Wang Feng said: "debts okay?"
The old roundworm said: "No."
Wang Feng said: "Do you trust me?"
The old Locust Road: "Will the dead be repaid?"
Wang Fengdao: "No." The
old worm said: "I saw you less than half an hour, there are already seven or eight people who want your life, including this.
The three most terrible people in the place, how long do you want your life to stay?"
Wang Fengdao: "When you return to the account." The
old locust did not say anything, a bag of white powder went to Wang Feng.
This bag of white powder seems to be more and heavier than before.
Wang Fengdao: "Now I will go to the bag for you just now, I promise that he will not be able to do it."
He was wrong. Because the dead will not pay back.
The black man is not dead.
A pile of bones must not be considered a dead person.
He had just died, but his people had disappeared, his blood was gone, his flesh was gone, and his skin was gone.
His people had only a pile of bones left, and even the bones were eroding. When a gust of wind blew, it was scattered into fly ash and scattered into the
white powder of fog .
There is only one spread of clothes on the ground, one red stone and one scimitar.
Wang Feng’s hand is cold.
He has a magic stone in his hand and a magic knife.
He only hopes that the other hand will not be the magic powder.
The night has deepened.
Back to the parrot building, the two bright red doors were closed tightly, and the king winded around the back garden - the wall crossed.
The lights in the garden have been sparse, and the people are still quiet. The bright hexagonal pavilion has now been quiet and dark as a tomb, but
there are still individuals sitting in the tomb.
Wang Feng walked over, this person did not respond at all. In the darkness, he could only see that he was a very special person, a bit like An
Zihao, and a bit like the Wu Sanye.
In the dead of night, what else did he stay here? Is it contemplative? Still waiting for someone?
This was not a matter of Wang Feng, but he had to take care of it.
He suddenly said loudly: "What are you?"
This humanity said: "Wait for others."
Wang Fengdao: "Who are you waiting for?"
This humanity: "Wait for you!"
Wang Feng smiled: "I already knew that you must be Wait for me." He strode into the hexagonal pavilion.
There is a stone table in the pavilion, there is no light on the table, this person sits quietly in the shadow behind the stone pillar, even if
he walks very close, he can only see his face full of spontaneous, and a pair of light eye.
This is enough to recognize who he is.
His voice is cold and salty: "You certainly know who I am."
Wang Feng nodded and raised the golden plaque on the table. "I even know that this is the best old bamboo leaf green."
Wu Sanye is also smiling, saying: "You have appreciative power, you are a smart person."
Wang Fengdao: "Do you want to tell me that smart people are not long-lived?"
Wu Sanye said: "Sometimes."
Wang
Fengdao: "When is it sometimes?" Wu Sanye said: "When he makes others feel that he is a little dangerous." He took a golden cup and took a sip: "You
have been here for a long time, how many people have been there. "Will you kill?"
Wang
Fengdao : "Not many, not many." Wu Sanye said: "You know, why are they killing you?"
Wang Fengdao: "Because they think I am dangerous, is this because they are all a bit unseen? Human secret?"
Wu Sanye said: "Everyone is somewhat secret. This is by no means the main reason."
Wang