Gabriele Propst - The Adventures of Red Parrots

Wang Fengdao: "Thank you!"

Black man said: "You may be able to avoid me ten knives."

Wang Fengdao: "Ten knives? That is really a lot."

Black humanity "Maybe twelve knives."

Wang Fengdao: "I must hide from the thirteenth knife?"

Black man said: "No one can hide my thirteenth knife." His cold eyes suddenly exposed to madness and heat.

The expression, a word followed: "The knife is a magic knife, has been blessed by the demon."

Whoever sees the expression in his eyes, you can see that he is not lying.

Wang Feng suddenly said: "I have seen your knife." The

black man was very surprised: "Have you seen it? Really seen?"

Wang Fengdao: "In the day of the singer Jiajiapu, the devil's birthday, the lords are Use this knife to cut his middle finger and drop the

magic blood." The

black man's face changed.

Wang Feng deliberately pretended not to see, faintly followed: "So I also know the usefulness of this knife." The

black man immediately asked: "What use?"

Wang Fengdao: "used to cut his own fingers."

Black man Didn't laugh.

His face is cold and hard as a stone, and he probably never laughed in his life.

Except for the sometimes cold, sometimes hot eyes, his face had no expression at all.

When he pulled the knife, his face was completely expressionless.

His knife has been unsheathed.

The crescent-shaped scimitar, with a strange cold light, cut a knife to Wang Feng.

The knife is curved and the knife light is like an arc.

Even Wang Feng has never seen such a weird knife, which is by no means the knife of the Central Plains.

It is very likely that this is not a human knife.

Wang Feng would like to see his thirteenth knife, the magic of the blessings of the devils.

But suddenly he realized that there was already fear in his heart, a fear that human beings were born with.

An ignorant fear It

is like when a person goes out alone, he always feels afraid. Although he does not know what he is afraid of, he is still

afraid.

That is the weakness of human beings that no one can avoid.

When a master fights, as long as there is a little fear, it is often fatal.

Wang Feng did not dare to wait any longer.

The arc of the knife was cut and bent, and he had no weapons in his hand.

He used the bag of white powder as a weapon.

"噗", a knife cut on the bag, white powder scattered, it is like a sudden fog.

The black man immediately couldn't see anything, the scimitar fluttered, and the knife was protected.

Invisible is also a kind of fear, a fear that no one can avoid. The knife in his hand did not stop, "brush, brush, brush", and I

don't know how many knives were cut.

Just listen to one person behind him: "This is the thirteenth knife."

He just heard the voice, just heard a word - it was a "squeaky" sound, and something flew in the air, hitting

the acupuncture point behind his ear . .

Wang Feng stood far away and suddenly said: "You are using a magic knife. I use a magic stone." The

black man did not respond.

He has fallen down, and I don’t know if I can hear what Wang Feng said.

The sky was full of white powder falling on him, and there was a sky full of white powder flying.

- This bag of white powder is quite a lot.

Wang Fengdao: "You should rest and rest here first. I will tell you the price of this bag of white powder. If you don't have the money,

I can let you use your knife to pay the bill."

The lights in the Taiping grocery store seemed to be brighter, but still no one was seen.

This time, Wang Feng learned, and when he came in, he shouted: "Old locusts, and business is coming out, come out quickly."

No one in the painting piles out, but some people behind him are cold and cold: "If you still want to buy white powder, It's best to go to a place to

buy." The

old locust is not in the pile, but walks back from the outside.

His people are old, but their steps are very light.

Wang Feng is not surprised.

After what happened these two days, there is nothing in the world that can surprise him.

But he can't help but ask: "Why do I have to change places to buy?" The

old locust chilled his face and said coldly: "My bag of white powder is sold to you, it is for you to brush the wall, not to smash the eyes

"

Wang Fengdao: "Will the dead man brush the wall?" The

old cockroach said: "No."

Wang Fengdao: "If I don't use the bag of white powder to fascinate his eyes, now I am already a dead person." The

old locust thought I think, it seems that what he said is not unreasonable.

Wang Fengdao: "Now I have not died yet, I can still paint the wall. Of course, I have to buy another bag of white powder." The

old cockroach said: "The bag just seems to have not paid."

Wang Fengdao: "The bag of money should not be me ." Pay. "

Old worms said: "Who pays?"

Wang Fengdao: "The friend who wants my life." The

old worm said: "If he refuses to pay, will you take his knife to pay?"

Wang Fengdao "If you don't accept his knife, I can also go to someone else." The

old worm said: "Someone wants?"

Wang Fengdao: "At least one person." The

old locust never asked who this person is, and soon loaded it. The bag of white powder came out.

But he was not handed over to the king of the wind, but the light to price it out: "Nine fifth of the money."

Wang Feng said: "debts okay?"

The old roundworm said: "No."

Wang Feng said: "Do you trust me?"

The old Locust Road: "Will the dead be repaid?"

Wang Fengdao: "No." The

old worm said: "I saw you less than half an hour, there are already seven or eight people who want your life, including this.

The three most terrible people in the place, how long do you want your life to stay?"

Wang Fengdao: "When you return to the account." The

old locust did not say anything, a bag of white powder went to Wang Feng.

This bag of white powder seems to be more and heavier than before.

Wang Fengdao: "Now I will go to the bag for you just now, I promise that he will not be able to do it."

He was wrong. Because the dead will not pay back.

The black man is not dead.

A pile of bones must not be considered a dead person.

He had just died, but his people had disappeared, his blood was gone, his flesh was gone, and his skin was gone.

His people had only a pile of bones left, and even the bones were eroding. When a gust of wind blew, it was scattered into fly ash and scattered into the

white powder of fog .

There is only one spread of clothes on the ground, one red stone and one scimitar.

Wang Feng’s hand is cold.

He has a magic stone in his hand and a magic knife.

He only hopes that the other hand will not be the magic powder.

The night has deepened.

Back to the parrot building, the two bright red doors were closed tightly, and the king winded around the back garden - the wall crossed.

The lights in the garden have been sparse, and the people are still quiet. The bright hexagonal pavilion has now been quiet and dark as a tomb, but

there are still individuals sitting in the tomb.

Wang Feng walked over, this person did not respond at all. In the darkness, he could only see that he was a very special person, a bit like An

Zihao, and a bit like the Wu Sanye.

In the dead of night, what else did he stay here? Is it contemplative? Still waiting for someone?

This was not a matter of Wang Feng, but he had to take care of it.

He suddenly said loudly: "What are you?"

This humanity said: "Wait for others."

Wang Fengdao: "Who are you waiting for?"

This humanity: "Wait for you!"

Wang Feng smiled: "I already knew that you must be Wait for me." He strode into the hexagonal pavilion.