She is really dying... exhausted.
He vaguely heard Ning Yi give a low "huh" and said, "It's not a crime of war."
"That's right." Feng Zhiwei lowered her eyelashes tiredly, feeling her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand weights, and tied countless big iron balls, "It's just that I was infected with bad luck by you."
"I think I was killed by you." Ning Yi refused to budge.
Feng Zhiwei didn't have the energy to bicker, and lazily said: "Oh..."
There was a sudden pain in the back of his hand, and it was Ning Yi who suddenly reached out and squeezed her hard, "Zhiwei, don't sleep, don't sleep."
Feng Zhiwei smiled silently, and suddenly heard Ning Yi ask her: "Why did you rush to save me?"
Feng Zhiwei was too tired to answer, but Ning Yi couldn't stop pinching her, "Speak up! How dare you not answer my king's question? Are you really trying to save me or do you have some other purpose? Why did you lie to me that day? You What do you know?"
This man is so noisy... Feng Zhiwei thought about Ning Yi's questions with his incomparably dull thinking at the moment, but felt that his mind became more and more knotted, and fell into Ning Yi's arms with a bang, and murmured: "It's all stupid questions... "
Ning Yi hugged her, his mind was dizzy for a moment, he thought at first that he was tired too, and then he thought that Feng Zhiwei bumped into her, but suddenly he smelled a strange smell at the end of his nose, he was stunned and suddenly realized .
Those people from the rivers and lakes smoked poisonous incense outside the door!
Feng Zhiwei was exhausted from fighting for a long time, so he got the idea first, he cared about Feng Zhiwei, his eyes were inconvenient, so he didn't notice it.
At this time, he also felt the exhaustion in his body surge up in an instant, and the pain that had been cutting into his inner organs surged, he was suffocating, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes showed a light blue color.
Myself... I won't be able to do it soon...
Holding Feng Zhiwei tightly in his arms, her slender body was in a small ball in the arms, like a child, some soft parts touched him, warm and soft, reminiscent of all the tenderness and beauty in the world, At this moment, he has no Qisi at all, he just wants to hold her tightly in his arms, and just sit down like this until the end of the journey.
Maybe it's the one who should not be reconciled, with great ambition and dominance. It's so absurd to be smashed in this abandoned temple in Jiyang Mountain. However, it seems that when you are in such a situation, you don't seem to be able to feel annoyed or unwilling, as if such peace and tranquility are hard to come by, and this is the end , is not unacceptable.
He gradually lowered his eyes, no longer trying to wake Feng Zhiwei, his slender fingers trembled, and rested on her eyebrows.
There is a little sweat on the eyebrows, like the dew on the flowers in the morning. The light of the fire is fading after peeling off. The sound of rain at night can be heard far and near.
In a trance, suddenly there seemed to be the sound of music sounding in the distance, it was the sound of flute.
Qingyue, desolate, ethereal and remote flute, comes from the long sky, hangs down from the Milky Way, a line of bright light, thousands of miles of clear sound, across the mountains and seas in an instant, directly into the hearts of the people.
A song "Jiangshan Dream".
The country is in the dream, the country is like a dream, how many years have been on your mind, who will throw away the pride in your life, the gold and iron horses and the silver bottle are broken, but a hundred years of wealth and honor will eventually return to the loess, the dominance of the emperor, and the world is lonely, and the wind will rest in the evening .
Ning Yi's mind was in chaos, and as the sound of the flute approached, he gradually became sober, as if the cloud of darkness had been cleared away by the hand of a god.
Feng Zhiwei in her arms also suddenly moved.
Ning Yi lowered his head and patted her shoulder lightly, "Zhiwei, wake up, listen."
Feng Zhiwei struggled in his arms, propped her head and closed her eyes to listen to the sound of the flute, her slightly raised shoulders were as thin as winter butterfly wings, she seemed to have lost weight in two days, Ning Yi felt her palm resting on it , I feel pain in my hand.
The sound of the flute got closer, and there seemed to be a bit of supernatural power in the sound of the flute, and the people outside seemed to stop their hands, and there was a panic commotion.
Feng Zhiwei raised her head and looked at Ning Yi, both of them saw a look of joy in each other's eyes.
At this moment, the two still had no strength, so they could only rely on each other quietly, listening to the sound of the flute, the ancient temple under the night rain was silent, the fire was cold and the drizzle was faint, they sat on the ground in the dense mist in the deep hall, The corner of the robe that was wet by Yelu slowly spread out.
All of a sudden, I feel peaceful in my heart, nothing is lingering in my mind, not only this country is but a dream, all kinds of things in this world, bitterness and hatred in the world, lofty ambitions, infinite mysteries, it seems that I can let go of it freely at this moment, and go away with a big laugh. Let go of the world of mortals.
Feng Zhiwei didn't realize that she was very close to Ning Yi.
Ning Yi didn't realize that he was holding her shoulder.
The quietest moment in your life is the closest distance you can get away from all your defenses.
After a long while Ning Yi said softly: "This song has a sense of nobility in its chicness, and a look of contempt in its desolation. It is definitely not something ordinary people in the world can do."
Feng Zhiwei said "Yes", "He is really a fascinating character."
The two looked in that direction, waiting for the person to come to see the true face of Lushan Mountain, but they heard a long howling sound from closer, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks, cracking the sky and shocking electricity, and approached in an instant!
The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and it didn't come any closer.
The two people in the hall were startled, Ning Yi suddenly burst into more joy when he heard the whistle.
The whistling sound was still in the distance at first, but it arrived in an instant, and then there was a burst of exclamation from the outer hall, and Feng Zhiwei faintly heard the leader with a harsh voice saying in panic: "Tian Zhan..."
Before he finished a sentence, he suddenly let out a miserable cry, followed by a heavy "bang", hitting the door of the side hall, shaking the whole hall as if shaking. Slowly flowing in through the gap under the door.
Looking at the blood flow, Feng Zhiwei thought about the martial arts of the leader, and felt that even in his heyday, he might not be an opponent, but the person in front of him killed him just by meeting him, it was amazing.
Thinking of the phrase "Heavenly Zhan", my heart was moved again - the Tianzhan family? In charge of the leader of the rivers and lakes, the Zhan family who has been in control of black and white for many years
This family already existed like a god in the rivers and lakes, no wonder people outside were so panicked, but the people of this family, after claiming to be the royal family, have never had anything to do with the people in the court, how could they take action for them
Looking at Ning Yi like that, he clearly recognizes him, who is it