2714: C2714 Life Is a Net

C2714 Life Is a Net

She smiled at Yang Ping, and it was a kind smile. At this moment, Lan Fenghuang no longer wanted to kill people, it was as if an elder had come to the end of his life. She said, "I, I know my own situation, it's useless."

"How would we know without trying?" Yang Ping said while clenching his teeth. He felt upset and could not bear to look at Lan Fenghuanghua.

Lan Fenghuang couldn't help but laugh and sigh. "I would know even if I didn't try. Yang Ping, can you call me Mistress again? "

Yang Ping's mouth was agape. He did not expect Lan Fenghuang's last wish to be called Mistress. Lan Fenghuang had a deep love for the old man and had been sealed for thirty years. She would die soon after coming out.

He felt that this was unacceptable.

"Don't tell me that you're not even satisfied with my little wish?" Lan Fenghuang sighed.

"Mistress."

Yang Ping's eyes were bloodshot. Although he was a man of his word and many people had left during the fight, he could not help but gasp for breath as he tried his best to hold himself back.

Lan Fenghuang's eyes became brighter and brighter as she said happily, "That's enough." The last thing I saw in my life was that I didn't go home. I left Miao Village for fifty years and didn't go back to visit them before I died … They probably still hate me. "

"It can't be, my family will never treat you well." Yang Ping comforted her.

Lan Fenghuang took out a box and passed it to Yang Ping, saying: "You call me Mistress, but I don't have anything to give you. I have worked hard my entire life, and Military God wanted to obtain this kind of thing when he first entered the Miao Territory, but was rejected by me."

"You have to keep it safe. Unless you are a saint, you cannot make it public, because it will bring you danger. "If Military God and the others see it, they will get her no matter the cost."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Yang Ping took it over and said in doubt, "Lord Military God is supported by the military. He wouldn't do anything like robbing, right?"

Lan Fenghuang stretched out her hand and caressed Yang Ping's hair to help him tidy it up, as if she was looking at her own child. She said reluctantly, "Now, I finally know why Dao Zun wants to kill you. Because you have an energy that can change this world. "

Yang Ping smiled bitterly.

This praise was truly unacceptable.

Lan Fenghuang knew that time was running out, so she said, "Military God is not simple. You must be careful in the future and not trust anyone. Besides yourself, there will come a day when you will witness the world above that is always more cruel than mortals."

The world above was the world of saints.

What exactly did Lan Fenghuang want to express?

"Power is the cause of depravity. "You will always remember that the one who stands at the top has only himself in his heart." Lan Fenghuang gave a frustrated smile. "Saints have a lot of helplessness as well."

Gradually, Lan Fenghuang's aura became one with the Parasol Tree.

The rain of light fell down from the sky, as if a phoenix had landed on a Parasol Tree. A resonant cry resounded in Yang Ping's mind. He saw that Lan Fenghuang had really turned into a phoenix.

"Be careful of Dao Zun. I'm just her pawn. "

Lan Fenghuanghua said, leaving behind the last sound.

Yang Ping's body trembled as he shouted, "Who is Dao Zun?"

There was no sound.

Lan Fenghuang might not want to say it, because Yang Ping's current cultivation level was nothing in front of Dao Zun, so she was afraid that he might be in danger. Perhaps she didn't want to mention it, because the word Dao Zun represented the supreme realm.

Who could resist?

When Lan Fenghuang left, the Dragon City University s lit up.

Yang Ping looked at the box in his hand and still hadn't recovered from his grief. He said softly, "A saint will also die."

The box was not big. It was about the size of a palm.

However, it was very heavy, at least one hundred jin. There were many carvings of phoenixes on the outside of the box. They provided the sun, moon and stars, emitting a mysterious aura. Yang Ping opened it gently. Inside was a ball of white light that looked soft like a ball of white cotton.

"Whiz!"

When the box was opened, the white cotton immediately disappeared and was shot towards the center of her brows.

Yang Ping was shocked. The ball of white light entered between his eyebrows and fused with the black dot from before to form a Tai Chi Yin-yang Fish. The Yin-yang Fish's symbol faintly appeared between his brows and then countless knowledge of scriptures entered his mind.

His face instantly turned blank.

Witch nerve!

Yang Ping's expression kept changing. He did not expect Lan Fenghuang's item to be the Witch Nerve, which was the source of his magic as well as a precious treasure. If he could obtain it, he would be able to break all spells. He was the descendant of the Immortal Medicine Sect and possessed unparalleled medical skills. However, if he had more spells, they could be verified and complemented each other. The world was vast, so what could not be solved?

In the huge knowledge bank, Yang Ping found a dozen or so ways to contact the Phoenix Wizard Poison.

Good stuff!

Yang Ping was reluctant to part with it, but he was filled with emotion. He was getting more and more fond of Lan Fenghuang. If she really became a mistress, it might be a good choice. Unfortunately, she left, leaving behind such a valuable object.

Other than the Witch Nerve, there was another thing lurking between his eyebrows. For the time being, I don't know what's the use of it. He only felt that the combination of black and white would cause the dark energy in his body to meet its nemesis. It would hide itself even deeper, not daring to show itself. Because he had received a blow earlier, the dark energy had been ready to act. But now, it was lying in wait, afraid of the white dot.

Just what was it that Lord Military God coveted?

Raising his head to look at the Parasol Tree, Yang Ping said seriously: "Mistress, don't worry, I won't let you down. Also, the next time we meet that old man, I will definitely scold him.

The leaves of the Parasol Tree swayed as if it heard Yang Ping's words.

Yang Ping turned around and left. Soon, he returned to the infirmary.

The Phoenix was merely knocked out. There was not much of a problem. After Yang Ping had examined her body, he nodded and said, "She has completely recovered. Even the Wizard Poison that she left behind have all disappeared."

Phoenix nodded and could not help but ask, "What about her?"

Yang Ping's hand stiffened in the air. He forced a smile and sighed. "She went to the place she wanted to go."

Phoenix was extremely intelligent and knew that there was a problem. She said, "A person cannot be revived even if they die."

Yang Ping pretended to be relaxed as he smiled and said, "Don't you think it's weird if it's just a person? It's clear that we've only known each other for a day, but it seems like we've known each other for a long time. I seem to hear the voice of a child in my head."

Phoenix shook her head, revealing a worried expression.

Lan Fenghuang's death had a huge impact on Yang Ping.

"It's a pity we didn't have a good chat. Sigh, I really don't know how to describe that feeling, it's just that it's very empty. "Yang Ping frowned and said unhappily," And it's also very angry.

Lan Fenghuang stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "Let me make you something to eat," she said.

Yang Ping nodded and looked out the window in a daze.

At this moment, the phone rang. Yang Ping was too lazy to pick it up until the phone rang for the second time. He looked down and saw the old man's number. This was the first time he hadn't been so expectant about the old man's phone call. He just wanted to be quiet.

That's all.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.

A person came into the infirmary. He held a jar of wine and took a big step forward. After that, he sat down in front of the doctor and slammed the jar of wine onto the table. With a loud bang, the aroma of wine wafted in the air. "Have a drink?"0

Yang Ping raised his head and saw the face that was even more beautiful than a woman, as well as the severed hand. He smiled and said, "Why not?"

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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