He Finally Died 2
Seeing this, he was taken aback.
That's not Feng Wu's corpse, but...
"Old Hei!" The man in the silver-haired butterfly mask waved his hand, and a stream of rain fell from the sky, instantly dousing the flames.
He rushed up and pulled the body out.
It's the old black!
He probed the black-robed man's breath, but found that he had long since lost his breath and his pulse had already stopped.
The man in black robe had already died, and most of his body had been burned, so he could not be saved.
The man with the silver-haired butterfly mask has a ferocious face, and his eyes are cold and cold!
Phoenix dance!
It must be the phoenix dance!
He looked up and looked around, but found no trace of the phoenix dance.
After she killed Lao Hei, she was able to escape cleanly... She is so weak, how could she be!
The man with the silver-haired butterfly mask did not believe in evil, and he began to explore the surroundings.
Probing all the way to the edge of the cliff...
Pushing down from the cliff, a scene that the man in black robe had experienced appeared in his mind...
The silver-haired butterfly mask man took a deep breath!
Mr. Zuoqiu, Mr. Zuoqiu, you said you should be more vigilant about that girl, but you didn't say that, that poisonous girl is simply... a devil!
A chill rose from the soles of the silver-haired butterfly-masked man's feet.
A girl whose strength is far inferior to that of Lao Hei, who actually stubbornly, bit by bit, grinds Lao Hei to death...
The man in the silver-haired butterfly mask took a deep breath. It seemed that his judgment on that girl was going to be raised by another degree, no, two degrees.
Because she can grind the old black to death, then it is very likely that she will also kill herself.
After the silver-haired butterfly mask man sorted out his emotions, he began to investigate Feng Wu's footprints.
There will be traces left.
But the phoenix dance was carried away by the colorful phoenix bird, so there was no footprint, which made the silver-haired butterfly mask person full of frustration...
Suddenly, his eyes flashed slightly!
At this moment, Feng Wu, under the leadership of Caifengniao, has already flown out of the tomb.
According to Caifengniao, the man in the silver-haired butterfly mask can't take anything here, and even if he does take it, Huyan Yanbo will kill him when he turns back.
Caifengniao kept urging Fengwu: "When we arrive at Beiyan, there will be nothing left, hurry up and hurry up!"
Under the arrangement of Caifengniao, Feng Wu quietly exited the tomb hall.
When Feng Wu got out of the water, she found herself in the middle of a wide river.
A few dozen meters to her left is the river bank.
Before Feng Wu could swim to the shore, there was a cry for help not far away!
"Help! Help!"
Feng Wu looked up, but saw a little boy who was on the verge of death, holding down the little girl behind him, while he himself tried his best to probe up.
Feng Wu is very clear that the little boy has lost his five senses and his reason is completely lost. What he is doing now is to grab the last life-saving straw and instinctively struggle!
The little boy was only five or six years old, and the little girl was only ten years old.
At this moment, the little girl was held down underwater by the force of the little boy's death struggle, and blisters were bubbling in her mouth... It seemed that she was dying.
Feng Wu stepped forward and lifted the little boy and girl up.
The two struggled instinctively, but in front of Feng Wu, they had no strength to struggle at all, and were directly caught ashore by Feng Wu.
After reaching the shore, Feng Wu saw a group of people rushing towards not far away, and one of them was holding a little boy.
They are already very close, and Feng Wu can clearly hear what they say.