The unconscious Ningxia was surrounded by the sudden fire, like a burning man.
But the miraculous thing is that Ning Xiaoxia, who was in direct contact with the flames, seemed to be completely unscathed. Not to mention her skin and clothes, even her hair was not messed up.
It was as if it was just a beautiful and harmless decoration, rather than a life-killing spiritual fire.
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In a certain cave
A monk in a blue robe is holding an exquisite tea cup. The room is full of smoke, lingering with the distant aroma and the sound of the piano in the distance. Quite leisurely and contented.
If you ignore the unnatural skin condition on his face and exposed wrists and the protruding eyeballs, this is indeed an elegant scene.
Opposite him sat a man in mysterious clothes. His face was clean, but he could still tell the identity of the zombie from his appearance.
Apart from their appearance, these two people are just like ordinary people in terms of their demeanor and speech. Just looking at the aura is enough to judge whether they were ordinary people or not when they were alive.
The man in black clothes plucked the strings expressionlessly, completely ignoring the eyes of the monk in blue across from him, and played the music by himself. His withered yellow hands plucked the strings, making a thumping sound.
Seeing that his companion did not intend to pay attention to him, the monk in blue curled his lips. Due to the lack of muscles on his face, this slightly playful expression became ferocious and eye-catching.
So the monk in blue quickly saw the expressionless face staring at him and said dissatisfied: "Hey, Ash, what's that expression of yours?!"
The man called As Xiu's eyes were so big that they were almost out of frame and he retracted his eyes leisurely. He didn't even look at him, pretending that he had done nothing, as if the zombie companions opposite him did not exist.
"Really. I've been sick of looking at your dead face for so many years. One day I have to find a chance to take it off." The monk in blue said with a smile, but his tone was full of malice, making people believe him. It really seems like it's going to do that.
The person being threatened was not frightened at all, and continued to play with the exquisite strings without even raising his eyelids.
The zombie with a malicious face sighed helplessly and lay down on the desk opposite.
"Oh! It's so boring. You don't know how to joke and don't cooperate at all." The monk in blue had strong dissatisfaction in his tone. "It's so boring. Can't we have more fun in this bigger place?"
His fingers kept poking at a silver-white stone on the table. It was only the size of a fingertip and had a delicate and cute shape. It kept rolling on the chopping board, making a crisp sound.
After rolling for a long time, the sound became louder. For the first time, the man in Xuanyi who was still playing the piano quietly took a look at a certain zombie who was too bored.
He frowned and looked directly at the other person's fingertips: "Throw that out."
The monk in blue carefully picked up the stone and threw it up, rising and falling. "What? You're bored and why don't you allow me to find some entertainment? Calm down, brother, it's just a small piece of ore..."
Then his nonchalant teasing was silenced by an attack from the other party.
The thing was immediately in the hands of the man in Xuanyi.
"Kaizhi, this is no small thing. I thought you knew it." A low and magnetic voice, which was still somewhat distorted and compromised after becoming a zombie. It can be seen what a beautiful voice he had during his lifetime, which is simply the ultimate benefit of voice control.
"Isn't it the same? Anything they can touch, I can touch, naturally." The monk in blue did not listen to the words and said casually.
The man in black clothes said nothing, stared at the other person, and then picked up the ore in his hand. A burst of white flame suddenly ignited at his fingertips, covering the rocks.
A sharp scream mixed with several voices suddenly sounded, penetrating the soul of the person, as if he was undergoing some kind of torture, and it was horrifying.
The man in black clothes remained calm and continued to burn the strange ore without shaking his hands. The screams continued, chilling people to the bone, until the ore blocks were burned away, and the screams suddenly stopped.
"Boring guy."
"If you are bored, you can go to the new place on the east side. I heard that there seem to be little mice getting in."
The monk in blue rested his chin on his arm and said in a muffled voice: "What little mouse? What fun is that? I don't want to see that guy named Han. He has to live and die for a woman, slimy, vomit-" "He seemed to have seen something disgusting and felt like vomiting.
"Not an ordinary little mouse."
"Alas?!"
Just a caged bird unwilling to accept his fate.
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But several shrill screams rang out from Ningxia's body, like the desperate moans of people being tortured in purgatory, extremely eerie. The scorching weather in September makes people break out in a cold sweat.
However, the person who screamed was not Ningxia. The distorted sound did not even come from one person, but more like the fusion and squeeze of several voices.
But Ningxia, the person involved, was wrapped in the warm firelight with a peaceful expression. She no longer felt the pain and anxiety just now, and could not hear the shrill screams from her body.
In the dream, her consciousness suddenly returned to a warm place. There was a gentle whisper lingering in her ears, happy and familiar, as if it was engraved in her memory, unforgettable. The last large piece of memory is bright red, beautiful and pure.
Phoenix True Fire, the famous Yang Fire in this world. The unique flame of the Phoenix Clan can burn out most of the evil and treacherous things in this world.
It was this kind of flame that saved Ningxia, a mysterious gift from the remnant soul of the phoenix, although the person involved had long lost the relevant memory.
But this gift from Phoenix ultimately saved her at the critical moment.
When Ningxia woke up, the sunlight penetrated into the small black box, and her eyes were slightly uncomfortable as they adapted to the darkness. It was incredibly bright outside, and the sun was shining brightly. It must have been bright for a long time.
She sat up in a daze, her mind a little knotted, and she couldn't remember what happened to her.
——Replace immediately, come back later——
The boy didn't understand that Qingmei, who had always protected him, would say so harshly that he didn't want to be the so-called mafia boss, and why even Kazuko forced him to move forward. "Zina, I did teach you how to take advantage of the situation and ask for protection from others when you encounter an invincible opponent. But that was because you were an ordinary person, and I had enough ability to protect you at that time. But The situation you are about to face is different. You can no longer escape. No matter how cruel the situation is, you can only move forward bravely. You are not alone anymore!"
The boy looked at the girl helplessly, hoping that the girl would end this embarrassing conversation quickly. He always knew in his heart that he could not escape this fate. But I have never dared to face it, hoping that I could understand it later, even later. But what to do? He is so useless, how can he deal with these things imposed on him. Those people told him that you have a noble status, you should inherit the glory, and you should take responsibility, but no one told him what to do?
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