Chapter 145

When she encircles Ning Yi's legs, Ning Yi shakes again. For a moment, she can feel her face as light and beautiful as her autumn clothes. Her warm little face and ears must have grown thin red, transparent and delicate as coral beads, and the delicate skin like thin porcelain is close at hand. It seems that she can feel her warm breath and warm in the knee socket Ning Yi's legs suddenly softened and breathed.

As soon as his legs softened and his fingers trembled, he scratched on the craggy cliff. His hands were cold, and he woke up in a moment. He looked up at the sky perpendicular to the top. If he could not see it, he could feel that the black sky before dawn would be broken by the sunlight.

Take a breath, calm down, he carefully move down, now if he falls down again, will implicate two lives.

Feng Zhiwei tried hard to find a foothold, while holding his leg carefully to guide him to fall on the right foot. It was dark. She had to take care of the lower part and protect the upper part. She felt dizzy after climbing a few steps. She couldn't help breathing. She fell into the socket of Ning's knee and hit his knee against the cliff.

A top is hit by a sharp stone, fresh blood halo open a burst of tingling, rather chess did not go to the tube, only anxious bow down the face, repeatedly asked: "know micro, what's the matter with you?"

The face under his body was close to his knee socket, and there was no answer. Rather, he was stunned. He was always calm and constant. Even in the face of the eye bug, he would not be moved by his eyesight. Suddenly, he felt for Feng Zhiwei, but he only touched the top of her head. Her hair was disordered and her hand was astringent. It was far from smooth as satin in ordinary days. He must rush in the fire Chuang burned a lot of good hair.

Ning Yi's hand stopped in his disordered hair, and his fingers curled up slightly, but his heart was more flustered. He bit his teeth and tried to release his hand. He bent down. Suddenly, the man under him spoke. His voice was muffled in his knees, and his voice was still with a smile Every time I hear you call my name, I'm not used to it... "

Ning Yi was relieved and asked, "what happened to you just now?"

"Nothing." Feng Zhiwei will face away, voice has returned to normal, "a little tired."

Ning Yi felt something wrong with his knee socket, which seemed to be a little wet. He tentatively reached out to touch it, but his hand was gently opened by Feng Zhiwei. Then he heard her angry voice: "hold on to the stone and touch something randomly."

At ordinary times, he would seize the opportunity to make fun of this sentence, but at the moment he was completely out of mood. He would rather keep silent and take back his hand, but his climbing speed was accelerated.

When they reached half of the way up, there were voices coming from the cliff. Some people looked down. They were close to the cliff and did not dare to move. Then they heard someone say, "go search! Go down and have a look at the next two! "

Feng Zhiwei's heart was tight, and he quickly climbed down. However, those killers who were born in Southern Fujian were used to climbing the cliffs without any injuries. They saw two black shadows running down like apes, and in the blink of an eye, they were approaching.

Feng Zhiwei pulled out his sword from his waist and thought about how he could stab two people to death in an instant so as to avoid being found by the people above. He thought it was really difficult. As long as one ran away, they were waiting for death on the cliff.

On top of his head, Ning Yi stops and raises his head. His eyes lose focus and firmly "stare" at the killer who is climbing fast.

He suddenly said, "I have the seal of the imperial envoy and the king of Chu in my belt. Remember to find it before you go to Jiyang."

Feng Zhiwei was stunned and thought that you would not be with me. Before I could ask, a killer had already climbed down.

Feng knows that Wei is waiting for his sword.

Ning Yi suddenly knocked on the cliff.

In the dark, the other party didn't find Ning Yi for the first time. When he heard the sound, he saw Ning Yi and reached out to grab him. He cheered: "here..."

Ning Yi hugged him!

When he heard the first word uttered, he accurately identified the location. He hugged the happy killer, pushed his feet on the cliff, and crossed the top of Fengzhi's head. They rolled and fell down!

Feng Zhiwei only felt a flower in front of her face, and the huge black shadow passed over her head and roared down. Then she heard a dull bang.

When she heard this dull sound, she felt a chill in her heart. As soon as she looked up, she was facing the second killer. The man crawled well behind the former one. Suddenly, her companion disappeared. She did not react. Feng Zhiwei turned her head and her eyes flashed cold.

"Cha..."

Her sword came out from the bottom of her elbow and shot into the other side's eyebrows in an instant.

Another muffled sound fell. Feng Zhiwei bit her lip and climbed down with the fastest speed. The cliff was very dark, and the protruding cliff covered the light below. She groped around in the hazy area and called in a low voice: "Ning Yi..."

On the cliff, some people were shouting: "have you found anyone?"

Feng Zhiwei thought back to the killer's sharp voice and imitated: "in search, the bottom is big..."

The curse of the people on the cliff was blown by the mountain wind. Feng Zhiwei had no time to pay attention to him. She felt a corpse with a hole in the eyebrow, threw it away, and touched the human body not far away. In a trance, she went back to the fire. In a broken wooden chair, she was afraid and happy to drag out the burnt corpse, dragging one not, dragging another notThis feeling is so bad that she hopes it won't happen for the third time in her life.

Under this one still does not move, the body is cool, it seems that there is a body folded. Feng Zhiwei thinks back to the posture of Ning Yi when he falls down. He is cold in the heart and thinks that he has been pressed to the flesh and blood?

When she thought about it, she felt cold on her face and touched it. Her fingers were wet. She was staring at her fingers. The glimmer on the cliff reflected a small piece of light on her finger, like a tiny mirror, reflecting the myriad of worries at the moment.

How long did she not shed tears?

When was the last time you shed tears?

Seven years ago, Miss Qiu lost her gold hairpin and falsely accused her of stealing and starving their mother and son for five days?

Ten years ago, when my mother knelt down in front of the gate of Qiufu house for three days and nearly died of a serious illness?

11 years ago, when my father left and my mother took them away from the mountain and burned the house before leaving?

Twelve years ago, when her mother burned paper for an unknown celebrity in the yard, she did not mean to see when she was severely scolded?

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