The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

Feng Qining sat on the tree, shaking her feet, Murong Li looked at her for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

She was as proud as he was, and she knew his pride as well.

Feng Qining let go of the ribbon in her hand, and the ribbon was flying around her, protecting her inside, no one could get close to her, Murongli was relieved.

The white clothes were fluttering, the sword in Murong Li's hand was shining brightly, and the coldness was equally shocking.

Out of twenty evil spirits, there were only twelve people left, Feng Qining's feet were swaying, and she still had a mischievous smile on her face, as if the people below were not her sweetheart. [

hand, casually plucking the leaves beside him.

Picking leaves and flying flowers can hurt people. She seems to have never tried this feeling.

The leaf in his hand flew out, and flew towards the person who slapped Murong Li, that person reacted quickly, avoided Feng Qining's leaf, and the leaf flew towards Murong Li.

Murong Li looked like she had long eyes behind her, she bent down, avoiding the sword that was stretching towards her, and at the same time avoiding Feng Qining's leaves, the leaves pierced the eyes of the person opposite, and there was no time to dodge.

That man was also strong enough, he didn't even yell, he just covered his eyes and knelt down on the ground, such a good opportunity, Murong Li certainly wouldn't miss it, and without even thinking about it, he got rid of him.

Feng Qining, who paid too much attention to Murong Li, ignored the back, or maybe she was confident, with a sharp sword, coming through the air, Murong Li turned her head and saw the scene that made his heart tremble, her actions were faster than her brain Looking at the sword that was only one centimeter away from Feng Qining, Murongli used her body to help her block it.

Feng Qi Ning's body stiffened for a moment when the body that fell behind her.

After a while, she stretched out her hand numbly to catch Murong Li's fallen body. The palms and body were covered with warm blood.

The blood meanders and drips on the leaves, one drop after another, unusually bewitching, unusually dazzling...

The night wind howled, the wind suddenly picked up, the leaves rustled, surrounded Feng Qining's side, falling like layers of wind and snow, the moon like water dimmed at some point, and hid in the clouds.

The smile on Feng Qining's face disappeared at some point, her long hair fluttered in the wind, she was cold and ruthless, and her black hair raised her pitch-black eyes, adding a bit of ruthlessness.

Murong Li's complexion was very ugly, his lips were bloodless, his face was as white as a piece of transparent paper, his long black hair hung down, the black and white reflected each other, making his face so transparent that it was scary.