There was a tearing pain in his throat, his eyes fell weakly, and he saw a black and bloody sword tip slowly being pulled out from the hand of the tall and beautiful blind man.
The body suddenly flew up and fell into the latrine. The last words I heard in my life were "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of the way."
Ning Yi handed the sword back to Feng Zhiwei, when he was supporting her just now, the sword had already turned his hand.
At this moment, the two are discussing the next move in the dilapidated toilet.
"Do you have any poison on you?" Feng Zhiwei searched for something harmful on her body, and then she slapped her head in frustration, she came out in a hurry, she had a bit of Jinchuang medicine on her body, and she didn't bring anything else.
Although those people are very vigilant and poisoning is not easy, but there is nothing like poisoning to bring down a group.
Ning Yi shook his head, thinking that Ning Cheng likes to play drugs, but unfortunately he ran away when he received the news that day, and he didn't know why he couldn't keep up.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him dejectedly, and asked on a whim, "Are your tears poisonous?"
Ning Yi looked at her strangely, and said for a while, "I'd rather kill people one by one."
Feng Zhiwei was gnashing her teeth and thinking about how to squeeze out the crocodile's tears, whether she should suddenly punch him in the stomach to make tears come out, but she saw that Ning Yi had already retreated three steps away from her with great foresight.
"Okay." Feng Zhiwei helped him up helplessly, "We'll find another way."
Ning Yi let out a "huh" and stretched out his hand to support her. Feng Zhiwei suddenly squatted down with an "ouch" and said in panic, "Niu Qi, you..."
Ning Yi was startled, he quickly lowered his head to pull her, Feng Zhiwei raised his head, and hit his nose with a "bang".
Ning Yi covered his nose with an "ah" and burst into tears instantly, Feng Zhiwei took out a gold leaf and picked it up without shame.
Then she sighed: "The golden tears are worthy of your precious tears, Your Highness."
Ning Yi held his sore nose, and confirmed once again in his heart that Feng Zhiwei was actually a she-wolf who couldn't support a family.
The she-wolf saw that His Highness was covering his nose, his eyes were full of tears like autumn water on his fingers, he looked really fragile and interesting, far different from his usual seriousness and sharpness, he seemed to be a different person, and his poor conscience relapsed in an instant, Rubbing his nose with a smile, said: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Her fingers with delicate skin caressed Ning Yi's face, it was as gentle as a spring breeze, and her voice carried a faint smile and apology, it felt like someone was being brushed by fine flakes, tickling and scratching her heart, Ning Yi's hands trembled , and then grabbed her fingers.
He held her fingers in the palm of his hand, and gently entwined them, Feng Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to break free, but Ning Yi's hands were tightly entwined, not letting go.
The wide sleeves fell down, covering the somewhat ambiguous posture, Ning Yi led her back, Feng Zhiwei was still holding the tears and didn't dare to use force, so he had to let him go, muttering: "It's a pity that there are too few... "
The two walked to the well platform in the yard, a man was fetching water, Feng Zhiwei called out: "Brother, give me some water to drink, and wash your hands by the way."
"Master is very particular!" The man handed over the bucket, and Feng Zhiwei drank some water from the bucket, washed his hands with some water, thanked him, and the three of them went back together. The leader saw Niu Qi Come along and ask, "Where's Niu Qi?"
"That big brother?" Feng Zhiwei covered his mouth and smiled, "I said that I ate too much beef, and I have a bit of diarrhea."
"This kid is gluttonous!" The man scolded without doubting a word, put the bucket of water in the middle, and asked everyone to drink water. The people in the rivers and lakes did not care about trivial matters, and each gathered by the bucket to have a good time.
Feng Zhi looked at it with a smile, and kindly added fire to the fire.
After eating and drinking, they each found a place to sleep in the main hall. There was still a tacit understanding. They surrounded the two in the middle, and left one person to close the door of the hall and watch the night at the door. The unique vigilance of people in the Jianghu , not relaxing on anyone.
The flames in the ancient temple gradually faded, and there was a faint mist around. Feng Zhiwei slept silently beside Ning Yi, her eyes wide open, waiting for the poison to take hold. She didn't know how effective the crocodile's tears could be, after all, just a few drops , Diluted into a bucket of water, the utility must be discounted.
Ning Yi closed his eyes and did not move. He kept clasping her fingers. Feng Zhiwei couldn't break them off, so he scratched her. His fingers scratched and scratched in his palm. Ning Yi flinched. Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed and scratched hard. As a result, she got used to being scratched and didn't shrink back. Feng Zhiwei sighed angrily, and Ning Yi beside her turned to listen to her sigh with a smile, feeling very pleased.
The two were engaged in a lawsuit in order to disperse the incessant drowsiness. From last night to tonight, the two of them had been running around with their injured bodies, and they were always in a tense place. They were extremely exhausted both mentally and physically. At this moment There are snoring sounds all around, and the fire is warm. If you don't find something to distract you, you will fall asleep immediately.
I don't know how long it took, when Feng Zhiwei was about to close her eyes uncontrollably, Ning Yi suddenly pinched her palm heavily.
Feng Zhiwei woke up with a start, and immediately found a man not far away, moaning softly.
Attack
Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed, and then found that the rest of the people hadn't moved, probably because everyone's gong power was high or low, and the attack time was also long or short.
When the man made a noise, the night watchman rushed over, lowered his head and called softly, "Fei Zi, what's wrong?"
He suddenly felt a chill in his back.
His heart also felt cold, and he wanted to turn his head subconsciously, but he could never turn his head back.
Feng Zhiwei gently supported his limp body, and sat him in the shadow against the pillar, as if he was adjusting his breath.
The person who suffered from toxicity felt his face became hot, and warm liquid fell all over his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw a thick mist around him.
He was in a daze, and was about to grab the sword in his hand, but felt his arm was sore, and then his chest hurt, and the last consciousness was that something shot up into the sky, and fell on his face, which was as warm as before. Fishy liquid.
The movement here was faintly noticed by a person who slept closer, but when he opened his eyes, there was a "huh" in his heart, thinking how did the fire go out? And the fog this morning was so thick.