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Chishui Xian, dressed in black, stood in front of Yu Jiang, his hand holding the sword trembling unconsciously. She knew in her heart that she was no match for Niao Niao, but she still stood firmly in front of Yu Jiang.

"Xiaoyao, get out of the way." Xuanxuan's anxious voice came from behind.

"If you don't want to die, leave quickly." His eyes were cold and his voice was filled with anger.

Chishui Xian rubbed his trembling hands and quickly took Yu Jiang away.

Sensing someone watching, he turned around and saw a man in black with a stern look on his face. Holding the bow, he pointed with interest at the two people leaning on each other below.

Under him is a horse that is like a white cloud, ethereal and dreamy. Stepping onto Yunyue, he flew to the man's side.

"Fang Feng Bei?"

"The girl finally recognized the wrong person again."

As soon as he came, Fangfeng Bei put the bow and arrow back and patted the place in front of him.

She had long been interested in this magical mount, and when she saw his invitation, she straddled her legs unceremoniously.

"Don't worry, he can't beat me."

After leaving a message for Xiaoyao, he and Fangfengbei rode away.

In the underground casino, Fangfeng Bei held a mask and led Niusu down the dim corridor.

After taking a few steps, Fangfeng Bei came closer and reached out to hold his curling hand.

"I'm afraid you'll get lost." He turned his head and said awkwardly.

Familiar walls, familiar corridor, familiar darkness, she seemed to be able to guess what was at the end of this corridor.

She didn't care what Fangfeng Bei did or said, she just walked blankly.

The darkness was replaced by a ray of light, and the deafening sound in his ears made Niao Niao feel in a trance. This is... the Colosseum?

The people on the stage raised their hands and cheered, while under the stage, two men in ragged clothes were biting each other.

Turning to look at Fangfeng Bei, he turned his head and chuckled, without any emotion in his eyes. It seemed like all this was normal to him.

Unlike the indifferent one she saw for the first time, the child huddled in the corner reminded her of Xiang Liu.

He was like this back then, huddled in a corner, with no one lending a helping hand.

Her eyes became colder and colder. "Yunyue." Fangfeng Bei pressed Niao's hand, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "Who cares if I save him?"

"He will care about being rescued."

He broke away from the hand he was holding, raised his sword and struck towards the Colosseum. When the fire breaks out, the flames soar into the sky, and those who have experienced it once can skillfully summon their mounts.

The first time I saw this scene, I stood there confused. Only when he was hit by the people running around him did he react and hurriedly followed the flow of people to escape.

In the air, he stood on the Yunyue Sword, looking coldly at the Colosseum that was swallowed up by the fire. She once said that there was no need for such a place to exist.

Xiyan soldiers rushed to the scene immediately and after controlling the fire, they learned what happened from the survivors.

"Master Qingshan, do you want to catch this witch?"

Qingshan raised his hand and slapped the guard who spoke. No need to guess, he knew it was that bold woman again!

When the Colosseum was burned, most of the slaves fled. Although many were captured, the losses were heavy.

The five kings were furious and sent many secret guards. I heard that even the two kings Xi Yan and Hao Ling took action, but in the end they didn't hurt her at all.

It's better not to die for the little soldiers and generals he has.

"Why so angry?"

Fangfeng Bei hugged Niao's neck from behind, and his cloak almost completely covered Niao's figure.

"They look a lot like that kid."

The breath on the tip of his nose was very familiar, and he naturally leaned on Fangfeng Bei, giving him most of his body weight.

"You look a lot like that kid, too."

Before Fangfeng Bei could speak, he turned around to see his reaction. The moment she turned her head, her red lips accidentally touched his chin.

The soft touch came and Xiang Liu stiffened. The hand around Niao Niao tightened a little more, and he put his head on her shoulder, rubbing her intimately.

His movements were extremely natural. The warmth on the neck reminded Niao Niao of Xiao Jiu.

It also likes to rub its head on her neck.

"Girl, are you trying to seduce me?"

The two people's movements were extremely intimate, like lovers in love. Fangfeng Bei's hair flowed into her curly neck with the wind, and her warm breath sprayed behind her ears.

The moonlight is like water, and the figure on the horse looks like a beautiful painting from a distance, which makes people fall in love.

"He doesn't seem as wanton as you."

Xiang Liu spoke quietly, as if he was walking alone with a huge responsibility on his back. He cannot release his emotions like Fangfeng Bei, and his innermost thoughts cannot be known to outsiders.

We can only wear a mask and crawl forward where the sun does not shine.

Perhaps because Niao Niao's tone was too sad, Fangfeng Bei let go of her and looked into the darkness in the distance.

"But he is thinking about the girl. Now I am curious about what kind of person can be so favored by the girl."

Xiang Liu put his hand on one of his legs casually, his brows and eyes full of amorous feelings.

"Why did you kill Xuanxuan?"

"Are you asking for help?" Fangfeng Bei threw down his sleeves, feeling a little angry.

"I heard that Fangfeng is famous for his superb archery skills. Can you teach Xiaoyao?" She smiled at him in a flattering way.

Tonight's assassination made Niao Niao couldn't help but feel a little scared. Xiao Yao's self-protection ability was still too weak.

Fangfeng Bei tilted his head in confusion, this topic jumped too quickly.

His dumbfounded expression is really cute.

Niao thought of the golden retriever he had raised in another world, and couldn't help but reach out to touch his chin.

"Why should I help you?"

Grasping Zuan's hand, Fangfeng Bei's eyes were filled with inquiry. What on earth does she want to do?

Although he obviously didn't pay much attention to Xuanxuan, he was always worried about his life.

"Young master, I don't always like to live among thousands of flowers. I am giving you the opportunity to get close to a great beauty."

Thinking of the way he was intimate with her in the flower building, a burst of unknown anger arose, and she rolled her eyes at him angrily.

The angry girl looked very cute and innocent, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

Fangfeng Bei put his hand behind her ear and touched her earlobe.

"Are you...are you jealous?"

Niao Niao punched him in anger. Fangfeng Bei laughed, his face getting colder and colder.

Realizing that she might be really angry, Fangfeng Bei said with great desire to survive: "I promise you."

Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he held out three fingers to swear.

"However, I have a condition." Under the confused gaze, Fangfeng Bei came closer and said softly: "You must also learn."

Arriving in the air of Xiyan Palace, he jumped off the horse neatly.

Fangfeng Bei's figure disappeared into the darkness, and he looked around, his eyes hidden under his eyelids showing no emotion.

"Xiaojiu, check what Fei Lian and Xiang Liu said back then."

Her sixth sense told herself that this person was Xiang Liu. Why did he become Fangfengbei? What are they planning?

The fingers under the sleeves rubbed gently, and the body standing by the pond was almost swallowed up by the darkness.

Xuanxuan stood under the corridor with his coat on. No one knew why he was here, or how long he had been standing there.

It's just that the water vapor on his body can be pushed out, and I'm afraid it won't be for a moment.

"Is Xiaoyao okay?"

He looked up and saw Xuanxuan. The blood on the corner of Xiaoyao's mouth came to his mind. He walked over and asked worriedly.

Xuanxuan wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he coughed violently. He hunched over and put a hand over his mouth.

Niao Niao was shocked and quickly stretched out her hand, and Xingxuan took this opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist. How could it be so badly injured? What about Xiaoyao?

He helped the person onto the stool and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, Xingxuan coughed again, bent down and buried his head in her arms.

He hugged her tightly with his hands and struggled to free himself twice. His coughing got louder, like he was coughing up his entire lung.

He was so frightened that he no longer dared to move, so he could only let him hold her stiffly. If something happened to him, Xiaoyao would probably commit suicide directly without waiting for Merlin to assassinate him.

Thinking of this, I patted his back nervously. Full of worry, he asked: "Are you feeling better? How could you be hurt so badly?"