"Good boy, let's go." Feng Zhiwei stepped aside with a smirk, "It's necessary."
"Why?" Young Master Gu needs a reason to do things.
"Because." Feng Zhiwei supported his shoulders and pushed him outward, saying seriously, "You are mine."
Gu Nanyi finally broke through the siege with Shao Ning, leaving Feng Zhiwei in the room to wait for him to come back. He always felt that Master Gu seemed to have changed since the death of the crown prince—for example, before, he was almost inseparable from her , and now she is relieved to leave her behind.
But the real scourge is Shao Ning. As soon as Gu Nanyi carried her away, the whistles and attacks from all around immediately followed. Feng Zhiwei was not worried about Gu Nanyi's safety. If Yi misses a hit, he will not be able to pursue him to the end.
I hope that Princess Shaoning will learn from this lesson and never date her recklessly in the future.
She fumbled to light a candle, and the corpse on the ground was lying silently with wide-eyed eyes, as if she didn't understand how she suddenly became a scapegoat. Feng Zhiwei looked down at him, and sighed: "You appeared too quickly...to be a spy Not in such a hurry."
If it wasn't a spy, how could it be possible to rush in in such a timely manner? If it wasn't a spy, why did he call Shao Ning to try to determine her position as soon as he came in
Shao Ning didn't understand, but Feng Zhiwei thought clearly in an instant, there are few people in the world who can match her response.
The surroundings gradually fell silent, the bloody smell lingered in the dark room silently, the candle in his hand was cold and slippery, like a snake to the touch—Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that there was something disturbing in the darkness around her, and he pressed heavily .
She remembered that the flint was on the small table on the couch, but she couldn't see it when she went to touch it. Fortunately, there was flint in her arms, and with a click, the candle was lit.
The flames lit up.
I couldn't see anything clearly for a while, and then suddenly went out.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, and reached out to touch the candle, but there was no residual heat from being ignited at all, as if the fire just now was just an illusion.
The candle seemed to be shortened suddenly—someone cut off the lit candle with extremely fast sword energy
Feng Zhiwei didn't dare to retreat to the door at this time - if there were people in the room, she would turn around and run away, which would be tantamount to selling her back to others; if there were people outside the house, if she retreated, it would be tantamount to putting herself on the point of a gun.
She pursed her lips and lit the candle again.
Once the fire lights up, it goes out again.
As soon as it was on and off, Feng Zhiwei suddenly threw the candle in his hand to the southwest direction in front of him, and then quickly slid backwards.
He bumped into something with a bang, but it wasn't the door panel in his calculations. His back seemed hard and soft, slightly elastic, and then his body tightened, and he was already tightly embraced.
The embrace was not tight, but she couldn't move at all. A faint masculine breath came over her. Itchy.
Feng Zhiwei struggled and gave up immediately. With a twist of her fingers, a dagger fell down her sleeve without a sound and slipped into her palm.
This was the inspiration she had when she saw the knife in Ning Ji's sleeve that day. After returning home, she designed a thin-leaf dagger with a sliding chain in her sleeve, which can be pulled down with a finger.
The dagger is in the palm of the hand, and with a flick of a finger, it can go straight into the opponent's waist and ribs.
The person behind him suddenly let out a low sigh.
The sigh was long and long, like the wind passing by the rustling branches and leaves, shattering silently at the tip of the leaves, so low that it was inaudible, but it was like thunder ringing in the ears, Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, the dagger froze between his fingers, and even his body was completely shaken stiff.
In a moment of stiffness, the person behind him reached out his hand gently, and grasped the palm of her knife with great precision, holding the thin knife and her slender fingers in the palm of his hand almost playfully, rubbing the surface of the knife with his fingertips, gently Lightly fold.
With a crisp "click", the man chuckled, flicked his finger, and the broken knife flew out, blocking the previous gun hole, blocking the last glimmer of light.
The knife flew out, but he didn't let go of his hand. He grabbed her finger and rubbed it over and over again. His palm was also radiant and delicate, only some thin calluses grew on the side of the finger. The hardness touched her softness, like The fine sandpaper gently rubs against the tender heart, producing a slightly painful coolness amidst the slight itches.
She lowered her eyes, didn't speak, didn't move, she drifted back in the turbulent waves, not in the mood to experience the beauty of this moment - because he was holding her, but his fingertips were pressing her big hole.
The man seemed unaware of his gentle killer. With his slightly lowered head, he couldn't be closer to her. His breath and breath were intertwined, and even his hair was silently tangled. They hung together and brushed against her. The cheeks of his neck were soft and cool, just like the mood at this moment.
So he tilted his head.
This made her cheeks get tired.
The slightly cool and moist lips passed by the same delicate and jade-like cheeks, like green leaves passing by the pearly water surface, splashing ripples and layers of water patterns, rippling away silently.
Both of them were shocked.
In the darkness, the man seemed to have settled down, his breathing was short, then he calmed down again, and quietly moved away.
Like the transparent wings of a dragonfly at midnight, it cannot bear the coolness of darkness.
In Feng Zhiwei's heart, a faint sense of sadness suddenly felt, as if seeing the majestic and majestic mountains and rivers of hundreds of thousands of miles away, they fell apart in an instant.
It's so charming, so charming that it's so cold, deep snow falls in the long sky, and a butterfly with fallen wings trembles in the snow.
There was no sound in the dark room, and the thoughts flowed until it was broken by a burst of chaotic footsteps.
"Brother Wei! Brother Wei!" It was Yan Huaishi's voice, "Are you still there?"
Feng Zhi moved slightly, and didn't know how to answer for a while, the person behind him chuckled again, and suddenly pushed her with his hand, Feng Zhiwei leaned over and fell, the cool and soft sleeves brushed against her cheeks, with a clear smile on her face. With a light fragrance, she stretched out her hand, and the clothes flowed from her fingers in an instant.
With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Yan Huaishi stood in the sunlight.
Feng Zhiwei looked back subconsciously, in the gloomy room, the bed, tables and chairs were sunk in the light gray mist, cups and silent dead bodies were pouring all around, everything just now was like a dream.
The weather is gradually getting hotter, the sun is like a stream of fire, and the majestic imperial city seems to be frozen in the still time by the intense heat.