The Rise of Phoenixes

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In a flash of her vast eyes, something flashed through quickly.

Ning Yi kept looking up at her, his eyes tightening.

But in an instant she returned to normal, her hands tightened, and he held his hand more vigorously.

Interlocking fingers, deeply clasping, Feng Zhiwei's hands and Ning Yi's waist force at the same time, turning over on the silk rope, tightly grasping the silk rope.

When he turned up, Ning Yi kicked the cliff, kicking a pumice stone that could not be dropped.

The pumice stone crashed down and gave a hollow echo under the deep abyss. It sounded like a person was falling.

With a squeak, the sash widened open, and the second prince protruded his head, looking down with a bit of regret.

He frowned at the cliff and whispered, "This guy is so sparse, but I just want to scare him first and ask the principal to kill again, but he is too scared... but unfortunately didn't ask anything."

He didn't look up at all, retracted himself, and slammed the window shut.

The two of them hugged tightly on the cliff face and smiled at the same time.

Feng Zhiwei made a mouthful of Ning Yi and asked, "Are you all right?"

Ning Yi didn't answer, looked at her tenderly, her tenderness bloomed slightly in her always cold eyes, the starlight was rippling, and she was drunk.

He suddenly stretched out his fingers, carefully and meticulously wiped off the night dew and muddy stains on her face because she clung down close to the wall.

The mountain wall was rugged, and the mask rubbed so that the mask had a tear, but it didn't hurt her skin.

Feng Zhiwei was a little unnaturally avoiding his gaze, pointing to the cliff, gesturing to turn up, and Ning Yi shook his head.

Feng Zhiwei was stunned and immediately understood what he meant. Since Master Huang was "blinded out", Mrs. Huang would inevitably not let her go out alive. Now the room where Mrs. Huang rests is already very dangerous.

The two looked at each other, and Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened his mouth and gently said in his ear: "Emperor Changning."

Ning Yi smiled approvingly in her eyes, nodded, raised her chin, and pointed to the other side of the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei knew that he meant that the messenger of Changning Fan was over there. The messenger was invincible, and he went to rest before, and this person had no martial arts.

The two were now clinging to the cliff wall, Ning Yi leaned against the mountain wall, clasped the mountain wall with one hand, stepped on a protruding mountain stone, Feng Zhiwei was leaning against his chest, he was embraced tightly by him, the mountain wind was blowing The coat was swaying, the hair was flying, and the sea of ​​clouds beneath it, the sky above the sky, the vast mountains running into the eyes, the vast territory was galloping, and the blue sky in the distance, there was a pale blue dawn. Stretching endlessly.

Heaven and earth must be like a mustard.

Very small and vast.

Extremely dangerous, extremely open,

Although knowing that this is not the time to indulge, the two are still slightly fascinated by the vast scenes that are difficult to meet again in this life. The wind rushes from the end of the ghost, whistling and roaring, sweeping into the heart, both of them seem to hear at the same time, each other’s heart A long sigh in the depths.

The mountains and rivers are so charming, but they don't grow up together.

For a long while Feng Zhiwei sighed slightly, his slightly wet eyelashes did not know whether it was dew or something, and he blinked a little crystally.

Ning Yi hugged her tightly and rubbed her chin on her silky hair, her eyes blurred.

Feng Zhiwei smiled, raised his hand, the dagger shone brightly in his hand, cut the piece of silk rope, then the dagger poked on the mountain wall, turned over the dagger, and climbed to the messenger's room in Changning.

Ning Yi followed, protecting her.

The two quickly climbed under the rear window of the room. Shu Yu Villa pursued the openness and nature. In this room of the messenger, the rear window was a large row of porch windows. Although they were both closed, they couldn’t help but both. Feng Zhi posted on the cliff wall and used a dagger to pry the latch of the window.

Suddenly, his legs were warmed, and when he lowered his head, he saw Ning Yi hugging her legs and looked at her. She also looked up and smiled at her.

Tonight he laughed, it was a little bit different from the sun or the ripples or the wind, it was rare to be clean and warm, jumping with a slight warmth, like a crimson spark in the night, far, but so real warm With.

Feng Zhi stunned in that look, and suddenly remembered that year, it was also a cliff, not high, cold, or dangerous, and someone gently hugged the other person's legs and promised Be the eyes of another person.

Then down, then up, then she hugged him, then he hugged her.

The heat of Ning Yi's palm came through, and she seemed to be deep in her muscles. She trembled, and she passed the night rain of the temple in that year.

At that time, the mountain temple listened to the night rain, and the wet flowers in the robe corner were wet.

Feng Zhiwei withdrew his eyes and lowered his eyelashes.

With a very slight click, the window pin was pulled away.

Silently pushed the sash open, his shoulders shrugged, Ning Yi raised her hand to send her away, and Feng Zhi swept in slightly like smoke.

As soon as he landed, he threw himself directly at the bed, and the blue light in his hand had been handed out.

Ning Yi has already rushed in with a slight noise behind him.

Feng Zhiwei, in a fierce wind, controlled the throat of the man with her hand, and her body was lighter and lighter than Ning Yi. With all her effort, she immediately rushed to the person.

The other party had no martial arts, but was shocked by the wind and panicked.

The strange light flashed in the darkness.

It seems to be bright and dim light silver.

Feng Zhiwei glanced in the corner of his eyes, screaming badly, but the move was too old to recover. He only had time to kick a stool out of his busy schedule, blocking the subsequent Ning Yi.

The silver light flashed, and her outstretched hand hurt, as if being clamped by pliers, and then she leaned over, and was pulled by a strong force.

Then a pair of cold fingers, cold and fast and firm, gently rested on her throat.

Feng Zhi smiled slightly.

I wanted to use my fingers as a knife for others, but it turned out to be fish.

The person behind him was cold and cold, like a silver ring snake hidden in the dark of the moon.

He sat up slowly and accurately, with no holes or dead corners in his sitting posture. Not only did Feng Zhi get rid of loopholes, but even Ning Yi, who later discovered something was wrong, had to stop.