The Rise of Phoenixes

Chapter 145

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When she hugged Ning Yi's legs, Ning Yi trembled again. For a moment, through the thin autumn clothes, he seemed to feel her face leaning against her so lightly. She must have given birth to a thin red skin, transparent and delicate like a coral bead, and her skin as delicate as thin porcelain is so close, as if she could feel her warm breath, warmly caressing her knees... Ning Yi's legs suddenly went limp, Shortness of breath.

As soon as his legs softened and his fingers trembled, he scratched the jagged cliff face. His hands were cold and bitingly cold. He woke up in an instant, looked up and "looked" at the sky perpendicular to the top, he couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The darkness that condenses before dawn will be broken by the light of the sun.

Taking a breath, he calmed down, and moved down carefully. If he slipped again now, it would cost two lives.

Feng Zhiwei tried her best to find a foothold, while carefully hugging his legs, guiding him to land correctly. It was dark, she had to care about the bottom and the top, and felt dizzy after only a few steps. Can't help but take a breath, dizzy in the head, then fell on Ning Yi's knee, bumping his knee to the cliff.

A head bumped into a sharp rock, the blood fainted and there was a sharp pain, Ning Yi didn't care about it, but hurriedly lowered his face, and asked repeatedly: "Zhiwei, what's wrong with you?"

The face of the person under him was pressed against his knees, and he didn't answer. Ning Yi was startled. His heart, which has always been calm and steady, and would not be moved even in the face of the loss of vision by eye bugs, suddenly jumped up. I went to touch Feng Zhiwei, but I only touched the top of her head. Her hair was messy, her hands were astringent, and it was a little long and short, far from being as smooth as satin as usual. She must have rushed into the fire and burned her good hair. few.

Ning Yi's hand paused on the messy hair, his fingers slightly curled up, but his heart became even more flustered, he gritted his teeth and was about to let go of his hand and bent down, when the person under him suddenly spoke, the voice was trapped in his lap The nest was stuffy, but the tone was still smiling, "Well... every time I hear you call my name, I'm not used to it..."

Ning Yi heaved a sigh of relief, and asked again: "What happened to you just now?"

"It's nothing." Feng Zhiwei turned her face away, her voice had returned to normal, "I'm a little tired."

However, Ning Yi felt that there was something wrong with the hollow of his knee, it seemed a little wet, he tentatively reached out to touch it, but Feng Zhiwei gently pulled his hand away, and then heard her reproachful tone: "Hold on to the rock, what are you touching?"

Normally, he would have seized the opportunity to make fun of this sentence, but at this moment he was completely out of mood, Ning Yi silently withdrew his hand, but the speed of climbing down accelerated.

Halfway through the climb, a human voice came from the cliff. Someone was looking down. The two of them clung to the cliff tightly and dared not move. Then they heard someone shouting: "Go search! Go down two more and look!"

Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened, and she quickly climbed down, but those killers from southern Fujian, who were used to climbing cliffs and had no injuries, saw two black shadows swishing down like apes, approaching in the blink of an eye.

Feng Zhiwei pulled out the sword at his waist, thinking about how to kill two of them in an instant to avoid being discovered by the people above. After thinking about it, he found it really difficult, but as long as one escaped, the two of them would be together on this cliff. Just waiting to die.

On top of his head, Ning Yi stopped his movements and raised his head. A pair of out-of-focus eyes firmly "stared" at the killer who was climbing down quickly.

He suddenly said, "I have the imperial envoy Guan Fang and the seal of King Chu in my belt, remember to find it before you go to Jiyang."

Feng Zhiwei was startled, thinking that you won't be with me, but before she had time to ask, a killer had already climbed down.

Feng Zhiwei was about to draw his sword.

Ning Yi suddenly knocked on the cliff.

In the darkness, the opponent hadn't spotted Ning Yi for the first time, but when he heard the sound, he turned his head, saw Ning Yi at a glance, reached out to grab him, and cheered, "Here..."

Ning Yi hugged him!

When he heard the first word, he identified the position accurately, hugged the joyous killer, kicked his feet on the cliff, passed over Feng Zhiwei's head, the two rolled and fell straight down !

Feng Zhiwei only felt a flowered robe brush against her face in front of her eyes, a huge black shadow whizzed down from her head, and then heard a muffled bang.

The muffled sound made her feel cold, and when she raised her head, she was facing the side of the second killer, who was crawling well behind the previous one, and suddenly the companion under him disappeared, and she was stunned before she could react. , Feng Zhiwei turned his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Crack..."

Her sword pierced from the bottom of her elbow, and shot into the opponent's eyebrow in an instant.

There was another muffled sound of falling, Feng Zhiwei bit her lip, and climbed down at the fastest speed, the bottom of the cliff was very dark, the protruding cliff blocked the light below, she groped around in the haze, low Called: "Ning Yi..."

Someone on the cliff shouted from afar: "Did you find anyone!"

Thinking back to the sharp voice of the killer who spoke earlier, Feng Zhiwei imitated and replied: "I'm searching, the bottom is big..."

The curse of the people on the cliff was blown by the mountain wind, making it indistinct. Feng Zhiwei had no time to pay attention to him, and fumbled around anxiously, found a corpse with a hole in the eyebrow, threw it away, and went to touch a human body not far away. Returning to the scene of the fire in a daze, she dragged out scorched corpses from the broken wooden chairs on the ground, both fearful and grateful, dragging one that wasn't, and another that wasn't...

This feeling is so bad that she hopes it won't happen for the third time in her life.

The body under his hand is still motionless, his body feels cold, it seems that there is another body stacked on top of him, Feng Zhiwei thinks back to Ning Yi's posture when he fell, and his heart turns cold, wondering if he was crushed to a bloody mess

Thinking of this, she felt a chill on her face, she stretched out her hand to touch, her finger was wet, she stared blankly at her finger, the shimmering light on the cliff vaguely reflected a small piece of light on her finger, like a tiny mirror, It reflects a lot of things on my mind at this moment.

How long has she shed no tears

When was the last time you cried

Seven years ago, when Miss Qiu's family lost her gold hairpin and falsely accused her of stealing and starved their mother and child for five days

Ten years ago, when your mother knelt in front of the Qiu Mansion for three days and nearly died of a serious illness

Eleven years ago, when the father left and the mother took them away from that mountain and burned the house down before leaving

Twelve years ago, when my mother was burning paper for an unknown person in the yard, when she happened to catch her and was severely scolded