Countryside Magic Doctor

At that end, he Feng can be fascinated by a pile of dead fat houses. He Feng is not cold about it. He just looks at her curiously and thinks that the girl is also, and she is not afraid of being fat.

You know, Xing Yuanyuan kept talking while eating this afternoon. Don't get fat. She didn't feel comfortable eating at all.

Seeing he Feng staring at her, the cute girl couldn't help but outline a smile at the corners of her mouth. She didn't know what to do. She looked at He Feng with some doubts.

He picked up a grill that was almost baked on the grill, handed it to He Feng and said, "try one, brother."

He Feng hesitated, but thought that since others gave it to him and refused it, wouldn't it be a little impolite? As for not eating strangers' food, there is no problem in He Feng's eyes.

Of course, this has something to do with the reason that the other party is a beautiful and lovely cute girl juice.

If a greasy, foot pinching man handed over a chicken wing, he Feng would not take it even if he was obviously not a bad man.

As for why not afraid of poisoning.

So this is obviously nonsense. For a cultivator, he is not afraid even if he eats two liang of arsenic? Besides, there is only a small chicken wing.

The chicken wings had just been put into his mouth by He Feng. The cute girl who looked very cute and pleasing to the eye pulled the barbecue rack and leaned towards He Feng.

He Feng frowned slightly. Although he ate each other's chicken wings, it didn't seem so close. However, he didn't say anything when he ate someone's mouth, but just sat in place.

He didn't move his nest. The reason is also because of the problem of appearance value. If he was a stingy man, he Feng would have kicked him aside.

Cute sister seems to have a good impression on He Feng. He Feng is a little elated. Is it difficult for me? He Feng suddenly has a great increase in charm and is thinking about his somewhat handsome face. He Feng looks very unscrupulous and affirms this idea.

As time goes by, the people on the roof have gradually left. After all, it's time to go to bed.

He Feng is also ready to go down. Meng Mei paper looks very interested and pulls him to talk about this and that. He Feng really wants to say, please, we don't know each other so well, okay?

However, he Feng didn't say this after all. As for the reason, well, it's undeniable that the world is a face watching world after all. People always have a little malice towards people who are a little ugly.

He Feng has never been afraid to guess anyone with the greatest malice. However, in the face of being beautiful, he will put it away and think carefully.

Like a gentleman.

Because they are facing the railing, they can look at the beautiful night scene of Mingcheng without reservation. He Feng's eyes are also inadvertently and deliberately glancing at the street.

Maybe other people can only see a general view and can't see the details. After all, this tall building is dozens of floors high. When you see the bottom, it's more than 100 meters away. What can you see?

However, as a cultivator, he Feng can clearly see everything under him. He can see the cold hair on a person clearly.

Suddenly, he Feng frowned. He suddenly found that the people downstairs had changed a little.

Looking from the high-rise buildings dozens of meters high, there is no smooth street at night. On the street, more than a dozen groups of knights in royal clothes are galloping back and forth on the street.

On their bodies, they obviously wear armor. Through the gap of armor, he Feng can clearly see that inside their armor and under their helmets, there are only dense white bones, but no body.

The same is true of the horses they ride. The horses emit blue smoke. In the smoke, there are white horse bones and no flesh at all.

He Feng was suddenly surprised. Although he was a cultivator, he had never seen such a fantastic scene.

But at the bottom of the top floor, those war horses are galloping. The Knights above are constantly waving their machetes. According to the shape of the machetes, they should belong to the Mongolian cavalry during the invasion of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.

One by one, in the streets, they kept chopping and killing those at a loss.

They are nothingness, just like light and shadow, and can easily penetrate the crowd. However, through the eyes of the cultivator, he Feng can clearly see that the blood gas of each person who has been penetrated by them is decreasing.

Maybe these people don't notice anything now. In a few days or many years, they will find that they will be seriously ill or die so early.

He Feng's eyes narrowed. He suddenly found that a huge boundary had been artificially arranged around him.

Inside the border, people continue to drink and prepare, or chat and walk in the street. Under the bright lights, people are still living in their previous track.

However, a group of knights, among them, kept chopping and absorbing their blood.

Because these days, he Feng knows that the strength of practitioners in this era is very weak compared with themselves. At least compared with most, their strength is much stronger than them.

So he consciously or unconsciously hid his breath and turned off his radar, well, that is, the extended psychic consciousness of consciousness.

So, until now, he didn't find out the situation here at this time.

Yunzhu has disappeared for a long time. He Feng didn't feel anything when she wasn't there before, but after a period of time, you can ask what you don't understand. After losing Yunzhu, he Feng suddenly felt at a loss like 100000 why's who lost the answers.

In his heart, he slowly estimated that the skeleton knights at the bottom should be souls, or the souls of some ancient soldiers.

Looking at his clothes, although they were dressed in beautiful silk, the inner wool and leather showed their identity, Mongolian Tartars. Therefore, he Feng wanted to understand that they should be the remnant souls of Mongolian Yuan cavalry stationed here after the destruction of ancient Dali.

Thinking of this, he Feng suddenly frowned. These Mongolian and Yuan cavalry destroyed the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, slaughtered tens of millions of Han people, turned the prosperity of the Song Dynasty into thousands of miles of fishy smell, and turned the fertile land of the central plains into thousands of miles of no smoke and grass.

Suddenly, the veins on He Feng's head burst up. He wanted to kill these Mongolian Tartars who were still harming the people.