The Rise of Phoenixes

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"Be good, go." Feng Zhi smirked and let go, "Must."

"Why?" Gu Shaoye needs a reason to do things.

"Because." Feng Zhi pushed his shoulders slightly to push him outward, and said in a straight way, "You are my person."

Gu Nanyi finally carried Shao Ning through the encirclement, leaving Feng Zhiwei to meditate in the house and wait for him to come back. He always felt that Master Gu had changed since the death of the prince. Without leaving, she is now assured to leave her behind.

However, the real scourge was still Shaoning. As soon as Gu Nanyi took her away, the sound of whistling attacks immediately followed him. Feng Zhiwei didn’t worry about Gu Nanyi’s safety. After all, it was at the feet of the emperor and was very close to the palace. If Yi fails to hit, he will not be able to chase down to the end.

I hope that Princess Shaoning will learn this lesson and stop dating her in the future.

She fumbled to light a candlelight, and the corpse in the ground lay silent with her eyes wide open. She didn't seem to understand how she suddenly became a scapegoat. Feng Zhi looked down at him and sighed, "You appear too fast... do The spy is not so anxious."

If it wasn’t a spy, how could it rush in in time? If it is not a spy, why call Shaoning to confirm her position as soon as you come in?

Shaoning didn't understand it, but Feng Zhiwei thought about it in no time, and few people in the world could keep up with her contingency.

The four sides gradually became quiet, and the blood in the dark room passed silently and silently. The candle in his hand was cold and slippery, and he felt like a snake-Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt something unsettling in the darkness on all four sides. Come.

She remembered that the flint was on the small table on the couch, but when she touched it, she didn't see it. Fortunately, she had flint in her arms, and the candle was burning.

The fire shines.

After seeing nothing for a while, he suddenly disappeared.

Feng Zhiwei was startled and reached out to touch the candle. There was no residual heat that was ignited, as if the firelight just now was an illusion.

The candle seemed to be suddenly shorter-someone cut off the lit candle with a very quick sword energy?

Feng Zhiwei did not dare to retreat outside the door at this time-if there was someone in the house, she turned and fled, which was equivalent to selling her back to others, and if there was someone outside, she retreated, it was also equivalent to sending herself to the point of the gun.

She pursed her lips and lit the candle again.

The fire light ignited and then extinguished.

After turning on and off, Feng Zhiwei suddenly tossed the candle in his hand to the southwest of the front side of his body, and then quickly slipped back.

It slammed into something, but it was not the door panel under calculation. It seemed to be hard and soft behind him, with a slight elasticity, and then his body tightened tightly.

The arms were not tight, but she couldn't move at all, and the faint masculine force came, and the man hugged her in her arms, her ears grinded, her breath flicking behind her ears, soft and wet, and suddenly she began to sweat slightly, sticking her messy hair, Itchy itch.

Feng Zhiwei struggled and gave up immediately, and his fingers turned, and a dagger fell silently on his sleeve and slid in the palm of his hand.

This was the inspiration that she saw when she saw Ning Ji's sleeve in her sleeve that day. When she went back, she designed a thin-leaf dagger with a slip chain in her sleeve.

The dagger is in the palm of your hand, and the finger can be straight into the opponent's waist and ribs.

The man behind him sighed suddenly.

The sigh was long and long, like the wind rushing through the branches and leaves, shattered silently at the tip of the leaf, low to inaudible, but it seemed that thunder rang on the ear, the phoenix knew a slight shock, the dagger froze in his fingers, and even his body was completely stiff.

In a stiff place, the man behind him reached out tenderly and extremely stupidly held the palm of her knife, almost playing with the thin knife and her slender fingers in the palm of her hand, rubbing the belly with her fingertips, light A discount.

With a crisp "click", the man chuckled lightly, flicked his finger, and the broken knife flew out, blocking the previous gunhole and blocking the last glimmer of light.

The knife flew out, but his hand didn't let go. He held her finger and repeatedly rubbed his hands. His palm was also delicate and delicate, with only a few thin cocoons on the side of the finger, the hard point touched her softness, like The fine sandpaper gently rubbed the tender heart and produced a slightly painful cold in the slight itch.

She lowered her eyes, didn't say anything, didn't move, and backtracked in Jingtao's shore, and had no mood to experience the fragrant moment at this moment—because he was holding her, her fingertips were pressing on her chest.

The man seemed to be unaware of his gentle killer. His gesture of bowing his head slightly close to her was no longer close to her, breathing and smelling, and even hair tangled silently, hanging together and brushing on her His neck is soft and cool, like the mood at the moment.

So he turned his head.

This part was so tired of her cheeks.

The cool and delicate lips brushed over from the same delicate jade-like cheeks, like the green leaves that had never been green on the pearly sparkling water surface, splashing ripples and layers of water patterns faintly and quietly rippling away.

Both were shocked.

The man seemed to settle in the dark, his breathing was short, and then he calmed down again, quietly letting go.

Like the transparent wings of a midnight dragonfly, it can't hold the darkness and desolation.

Feng Zhiwei's heart suddenly felt a little sad, like seeing the majestic and magnificent mountains and rivers, and suddenly fell apart.

This is so beautiful, so beautiful that it's so cold, it's deep snow in the sky for a long time, a winged butterfly trembling in the snow.

The dark room was silent, and his thoughts circulated until it was broken by a burst of foot sounds.

"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 moment. The man behind him chuckled again and suddenly pushed her with her hand. Feng Zhiwei leaned over and fell, and a cold, soft coat brushed her cheeks with a clear With a light scent, she held out her hand, and the robe flowing from her fingers was fleeting.

With a squeak, the wooden door opened and Yan Huaishi stood in the sun.

Feng Zhiwei looked back subconsciously, in the gloomy interior, the bed, tables and chairs were sunk in the light gray mist, and cups and silent dead bodies were poured on all sides. Everything just now was like a dream.

The weather is getting warmer, the sunlight is like a fire, and the imperial city is majestic. It seems to be so hot and frozen in the still time.