The Rise of Phoenixes

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When she retreated, he leaned, and Feng Zhiwei's face fell cold.

She raised her hand and touched it lightly, her fingertips were bright red, and she thought of the small courtyard in that day, and she fell a little blushing, and then heard him faintly said: "That day my blood also fell on your face. -Can you be happy? Can you be proud?"

The tone was soft, but there was a kind of clenched teeth in the light cut, Feng Zhi looked up in amazement, didn't understand why he had this question, but the eyes of the person in front of him were dark, and a cloud of heavy pressure, she even said for a moment. Speechless.

It took a while to confess: "Where are you talking..."

She felt sincere, but he felt perfunctory. Suddenly a nameless fire rushed from the bottom of his heart. He raised his eyebrows and suddenly grabbed her.

Feng Zhiwei didn't know what he was going to do. He struggled subconsciously. As soon as he struggled, he produced a circling air flow. His strength suddenly increased a lot, and he didn't know where to push it with a heavy push. Then he heard him groan.

Feng Zhiwei hurriedly released it when she was shocked, and Ning Yi's hand suddenly caught her throat.

There was blood between his fingers, resting on her neck, and the bright red lining made the skin between her necks look more like jade, and she looked at him with her eyes wide open. With the mist of tears, but the natural vapor is misty, like a dream.

Like a flower blooming before dawn, condensed with clear dewdrops, lonely in the loneliness and darkness.

His fingers shook suddenly.

As if at first sight, the woman's black eyebrows in the water were thin and dark and Shen Ruoyu, a pair of eyes, still confusing and beautiful after the murder.

That kind of grace that is not destroyed by any wind and rain in the world.

Fingers are in the neck.

The heart is in chaos.

She knows too many secrets, she is very likely to spoil him, she is so deep and cunning, she is the bane of the tumor that he must remove anyway, but when she looks at him so silently and firmly, his Five fingers suddenly lost the strength to gather and squeeze.

If she pleaded, he would kill her.

If she cried, he would kill her.

However, she did nothing and calmly faced his murderous intention. He suddenly remembered everything she had seen since meeting the woman.

That same soul as him, who had been trapped in a lonely city for many years, intended to struggle with unwilling souls.

His fingers slowly let go.

Like a protruding hurricane, it suddenly slowed down when passing through a sea of ​​flowers, giving up the destruction of those beautiful and delicate.

At the moment when the five fingers completely left her neck, he sighed silently in his heart, consoling himself-it is not appropriate to kill her now, there are too many outsiders to explain... well, that is the reason.

Feng Zhiwei slowly touched his neck.

There was no fingerprints, no suffocation. He hadn’t even revealed the killing just now. However, she knew clearly that this was the first time he had really killed her since many times, and she was the closest to death.

At the moment just now, her mind was blank, all the mechanical changes lost their power, and they lost their place of use. She just looked at him like that, wondering what he was thinking at that moment?

She didn't know what caused him to give up in the end, which made her a rare silence for a long time.

Then she slowly leaned over, picked up the ground wound medicine again, walked to his side silently, took off his coat, and gave him medicine.

Ning Yi kept silent and cooperated with her in silence. The two changed their previous undercurrents and slammed their swords, a rare tacit understanding and quietness.

The clothes are half faded, the men's skin is smooth like jade, both the strength and elasticity of the martial arts practitioners, and the delicate smoothness of the noble and superior, the clavicle is exquisite, the shoulder and neck lines are smooth and tight, and the body is extremely beautiful.

Feng Zhiwei was shocked by the **** penetrating wound on his shoulder, and almost passed through the pipa bone. The wound was very cruel. The wound was so heavy that it was rare that he still chased it out of nowhere, Feng Zhiwei's silky Taking a breath, I felt my shoulders hurt.

Ning Yi raised her eyes and looked at her, the dark expression between her eyebrows slightly brightened.

Feng Zhiwei pours the wound medicine gently on the wound, Ning Yi trembles slightly, Feng Zhiwei immediately said: "Does it hurt?" Suddenly he leaned over and blows at the wound slightly.

This made Ning Yi laugh, but I couldn't think of this sly and savvy woman, who would even make such a childish move. The mood is better, and I can't help but ask: "What are you doing."

Feng Zhiwei gave up with some embarrassment and lowered his eyes: "I remember falling down my knees when I was a kid, so my mother blowed me like this..." She said slowly, lowering her voice.

Ning Yi gradually smiled, he naturally knew how Feng Zhiwei got out of the house.

After a while he gently said: "Someone blows you, it's good..."

Feng Zhi was stunned and looked up at him in disbelief—is he comforting her?

Ning Yi exited and felt speechless. He seemed to be a little annoyed and coughed and stopped talking. Feng Zhi pursed her lips slightly and continued to give him medicine. Her hair hung down and brushed against his shoulders. Ning Yi felt a slight itch and wanted to make it, but suddenly she didn't want to move.

Her breath was close to her ears, and her breath was sweet, like the crape myrtle flower that was half open in early summer.

The outside is very noisy. It seems that some people are arguing about something, which should obviously be concerned, but Ning Yi feels lazy and can't listen at all.

Feng Zhiwei did not pay attention to the noise, she looked at the blood hole showing the bones, remembering the various causes and consequences of this incident, she suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but whispered: "Why do you come!"

Ning Yi froze, then turned her head slowly and looked at her.

Feng Zhiwei did not speak-why bother to come? The layout is painstaking, and he does not hesitate to injure himself. It hurts like this. There is no one who asks more. This world is big. This royal glory is really worth it?

Ning Yi looked at her quietly and read her meaning from her eyes. She was not angry, but she said lightly for a while: "You don't understand."

Feng Zhiwei was silent, thinking maybe I might not understand? You lost your mother at an early age, you were injured, you were talented but you were suppressed for many years, you and Xin Ziyan intersect, but you have to pretend to be a stranger. You obviously mastered Qingming Academy but were forced to give it to the prince. The emperor's favor has to be attached to the prince, but has often suffered on behalf of that stupid... you have too many hidden injuries and secrets, no one really pity, so don't care to give yourself more ruthlessness.