Feng Qingcheng smiled mysteriously and led the two of them to a dry small cave where there were dead branches she picked up.

Tielong looked at Feng Qingcheng in confusion with a piece of wood, spinning back and forth among a pile of dead leaves and branches, and his brows frowned slightly.

"Miss Feng, what are you doing?"

"Drill wood to make fire."

Tielong obviously didn't understand the meaning of these four words, but when he saw the blue smoke coming out, his heart suddenly became clear and he quickly helped Feng Qingcheng ignite the fire.

Because she was so hungry, Xiuxiu ate half of a little rabbit. When Tielong gave Feng Qingcheng the remaining half, she refused.

Since taking the condensation, she has lost her appetite for these mistakes, especially this kind of wild game without any seasonings, which makes her even less interested.

"You will have a rest after you finish eating. It's getting late and it's not suitable for night walks. I'm guarding you outside."

"How can that work?" Tielong refused: "I am a man, and I should leave this vigilance to me."

"Stop fighting, you are not suitable for a vigil on this Snake Island."

Turning over and jumping onto a high branch, Feng Qingcheng gave the jade flute that Taoyao gave to him in his arms.

The green jade and white are shining together, transparent and spiritual, holding it in the palm of your hand, warm and full, exquisite and smooth.

"I don't know what's special about this jade flute? Why can I live my life at the critical moment?"

The sky was getting darker and the surroundings gradually returned to silence. Under the night sky, a dark shadow soared silently in the air in the dark night, sweeping across the Snake Island silently like a ghost.

When he saw the light of fire, his brow frowned slightly, "Someone actually made a fire?"

But almost at the same time, he felt the strange and long-lost aura.

"Phoenix Order?"

His figure suddenly slid away and marched towards the aura.

Feng Qingcheng's eyes trembled suddenly. She keenly noticed the special wave. The jade flute fell into her arms and the man had already jumped off the big tree.

Through the branches and leaves, she saw the black shadow in the air and suddenly shouted: "Who is it?"

"What's wrong?" Iron Dragon rushed out, holding a piece of wooden stick in his hand, quite fiercely: "What's wrong?"

The black shadows in the air just stood there floating, without saying a word.

Although he was covered with a mask on his head, Feng Qingcheng could still clearly feel the sharp light reflected in his eyes.

The enemy did not move, and Feng Qingcheng naturally did not move. He raised his hand and pressed the wooden stick in Tielong's hand to show friendship.

The other party's clothes were black, the same color as the high priest. According to Tao Yao, this person should be a heavyweight figure. If such a person was not allowed, Feng Qingcheng would not have to offend him.

"How come you have a Phoenix Order?"

"What Phoenix Order?"

A cold light suddenly burst out from the eyes of the man in black, and it entered the eyes of the iron dragon. The latter's eyes lost its color and stood there in a daze.

Soul-catching?

Feng Qingcheng was shocked. He had heard Mu Chenxiao say that people from the ancient clan had a soul-catching technique, and I think this is it.

The man in black suddenly raised his hand, and the jade flute in Feng Qingcheng's arms suddenly flew out and hung in the air.

“Where did this come from?”
Chapter completed!