A Tale of Two Phoenixes

She never thought of going back one day.

For the twenty-first century, it seemed to her a distant and unreachable dream. She had thought that this life had passed.

I was surprised, but let her see the dawn of hope again.

After I realized what that was, Chu Yu almost exhausted her whole body strength, so she didn't have the impulse to **** Tianrujing's bracelet.

I have never been so ecstatic for a moment, and never so eager.

It seemed that various colors and sounds were coming from all directions quickly, and all of them were suddenly crowded in her mind, making her unable to see or hear.

With this physical identity problem, how to explain to your family your own experience, the positioning of time and space, and whether there will be risks in the process. These details are only slowly thought of later. Under the big temptation, it becomes so trivial.

As long as she can go back, no matter what identity, no matter what way, no matter how much risk she takes, she still thinks this is 100% worth trying.

In the past, she was very envious of Tian Rujing's bracelet, but she was only envious. She wanted it but did not force it, but now her mood has changed dramatically.

I must get it.

The idea was close to fanaticism, and she burned her whole body.

Even though she was working hard to survive, she had never been so eager and eager for a moment. For a moment, she was so jealous that he was jealous of the sky, jealous that he was pregnant with treasure and did not know it.

After Yu slowly calmed down, Chu Yu thought of a realistic problem, which suddenly hit her from the cloud to the mud, that is: how to get it?

The bracelet itself has a protective effect on the owner. It is obviously unrealistic to use violence, not to mention she is now under house arrest by Liu Ziye, and there is no violence to use.

Chu Yu lay quietly on the bed, suppressing the idea that was not practical at present. She had also thought about drug remedy, but when he was able to fight with the sky like the moon, his talent was definitely used. This method, the later outcome can show that this method does not work.

Just--

Wu Rongzhi seems to have said that the level of Tian Rujing is far less than that of Master Tian Ruyue. If it was him, would there be a solution?

The idea is the same as the flower in the mirror, she doesn't even know where Rong Zhi is now.

Uh ...

Rong Zhi'an was sitting in a bumpy carriage, although he seemed to be shaking from top to bottom, but his movements seemed to be sitting on a stable ground. He was very peaceful and peaceful. He had a square short table in front of him. He wrote on the paper with a pen, because the carriage was not stable, he wrote a little slowly, but the handwriting was very beautiful.

Ji He embraced the sword, sitting in an obliquely opposite position to Rong Zhi in the carriage, and looked at Rong Wei strangely: Since they set off this morning, Rong Zhi has been writing something, from time to time to think about it, and then continue writing. Write a few words on each piece of paper, and then fold the paper and put it away. He had been curious to see what Rong Zhi had written, and Rong Zhi was very generous to let him see it, but the words on the paper, when he opened it, he knew it, and only one word knew him.

It seems that some words are pieced together meaninglessly and cannot be connected into smooth sentences at all.

He He is also a little insightful. He knows that this is about tolerating specific esoteric words. It is not a person who has agreed in advance. It is impossible to understand these words. No wonder he is not afraid of seeing them.

It's just that He is definitely a little curious. He has written more than sixty or seventy sheets of paper from this morning to the present. The paper I bought when I passed the town yesterday afternoon has already used half. What is the secret word to write so much, and now It seems that the signs have not stopped yet?

He has a hunch, and tolerates every word and sentence written down, as if it has the power to trigger something, just like a small stream of water, but all the water flows together will be a Pentium shock.

He didn't doubt, but the things that were allowed to be written down, originally in his mind, was a long, formed, huge, detailed and complicated net.

Wu Rongzhi wrote another one, raised his eyes and glanced out of the carriage. When he was exposed to the incandescent sunlight, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his body collapsed.

He He stepped forward and lifted him up, let him lie down in his arms, saw his eyes closed tightly, his face looked like snow, the red spots on the corners of his mouth were unusually bright, and it was vomiting and bleeding.

Ji He took out his handkerchief skillfully, and wiped off the liquid leaking from the corner of his mouth.

They haven't been together for two days, but this is not the first time that happened. At first, He never thought that there was any conspiracy to tolerate. After several times, he realized how weak the tolerance was. However, every time he saw it, he was still as surprised as the first time.

Wu Rongzhi felt too strong for him.

Since the first confrontation, he has been in a disadvantage. He had strong force, but was repeatedly tolerated in the palm of his hands, so that although he knew tolerate physical weakness, he would often forget this. If there had not been an agreement between the two, he would have sprung up. Several times I want to kill the idea of ​​tolerance and put it into practice.

This is the first time in his life that he has been so afraid of a person. The first time because of the overwhelming power of the other party did not even give birth to the idea of ​​victory. Even the master who taught him swordsmanship passed the assassin organization to his father, and never made him so awesome. The person who gave him this feeling was a weak young man who seemed to end when the wind blew.

After a while, he opened his eyes slowly, and smiled slightly. This smile suppressed all the pale crickets. He thanked He Ju, and sat a few feet lower, and continued the work that had not been completed before.

Uh ...

Wu Rongzhi was writing, and at the same time, in different places, Xiao Bie was also writing, in a similar way.

He wrote a letter.

Sitting in an oversized carriage that was running smoothly, there was an incense burner in the corner of the carriage, and thick blankets were laid underneath. Even if the carriage was slightly bumpy, it was absorbed by the cushion.

Xiao Xiaobei's letter was simple. It was nothing more than about to go home and expressed his willingness to accept the arrangement to be the head of the family.

Now the carriage is heading east of Gangneung Fortress, crossing the Fanfan Mountain, and the destination is the secluded place of the Canghaike.

He also intends to stay in Gangneung City for another half month, and use this last half month to persuade the Canghai guest to come out to help him. He was previously obsessed with the piano and had no intention in seizing the power of the family. If he returns to take over at this time, he will definitely suffer. Resistance, Cang Haike's talented martial arts, is the first person he has seen in years, and if he can be asked for help, it will help him a lot in the future.

More importantly, Canghaike is a blind man. This inborn limitation has limited him. Since ancient times, no leader has a serious disability. Canghaike can be a soldier, but he cannot be a guest.

He is a judge and a minister, and Canghaike is the best choice because he is difficult to be independent.

His eyes touched the side of the piano, and Xiao Bie flashed a pain in his eyes. Chu Yu's resolute words were still in his ear, which completely stirred his pride.

He has no support from the Xiao family. He is just a person who plays the piano better. He is of little importance in front of her. But after he touched the power struggle of the world, is he still qualified to touch the unvoiced voice?