Chapter 439

For a moment, there was something in her eyes, which flashed quickly.

Ning Yi has been looking up at her, this look in his heart a tight.

However, in an instant, she returned to her usual state, holding his hand more forcefully.

With ten fingers clasped together, Feng Zhiwei's hand and Ning Yi's waist exerted force at the same time, turning over on the silk rope and holding tightly to the silk rope.

When he turned over, he kicked a piece of pumice stone on the cliff.

Pumice boomed down, echoing hollow in the deep abyss, sounding like a man falling.

Squeak, the window opens, the second prince pokes his head out, looking down a little regretfully. There is a vast sea of clouds below, and nothing can be seen clearly.

He frowned at the bottom of the cliff and said in a low voice: "this guy is so loose. I just want to scare him first and ask the commander before killing him. He was so scared that he fell down It's a pity that I didn't ask any questions. "

He didn't look up at all. He drew back and slammed the window.

The two people hugged each other tightly on the cliff and chuckled at the same time.

Feng Zhiwei made a mouth shape to Ning Yi and asked, "are you ok?"

Rather chess does not answer, gentle looking at her, has always been deep cold in the eyes of tenderness slightly blooming, rippling starlight, drunk on the moon.

He suddenly stretched out his finger, carefully and carefully wiped away the night dew and mud on her face because she was close to the wall.

The mountain wall is rugged, and the mask has a break due to friction. Fortunately, her skin is not hurt.

Feng Zhiwei is a little unnatural to avoid his eyes, pointing to the cliff, motioning to turn up, Ning Yi shakes his head.

Feng knew Wei was stunned and immediately understood what he meant. Since Lord Huang was "killed", Mrs. Huang must not let her go out alive. Now the guest room where Mrs. Huang is resting is very dangerous.

Two people look at one eye, Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened his mouth, in his ear gently said: "Changning emissary."

Ning Yi's eyes showed approval of the smile, nodded, a Yang chin, pointing to the other side of the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei knew that he meant that the emissary of Changning fan was over there. He was too drunk to have a rest, and he had no martial arts skills.

At this time, the two men were stuck on the cliff. Ning Yi's back was against the mountain wall, with one hand clasping the mountain wall and stepping on a protruding rock. Feng Zhi's back was close to his chest and was held by him tightly. The mountain wind made his clothes swell and his black hair intertwined. Under his body, there was a sea of clouds and a vast expanse of mountains ran into the horizon The light blue line of the dawn, the boundless stretch.

Heaven and earth are like mustard.

Very small, very large.

Although they know that this is not the time to indulge, they are still slightly distracted by the vast scene that is hard to meet again in their lives. The wind comes from the deep end, cleans up the roar and sweeps into the heart. They both seem to hear at the same time the deep sigh in each other's hearts.

The land is more delicate, but it does not grow old with others.

After a long time, Feng Zhiwei sighed slightly. Her wet eyelashes did not know whether it was dew or something else. She blinked and fell a little crystal.

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

Feng Zhiwei smiles and raises her hand. The dagger in her hand is bright and cuts off the silk rope. Then the dagger stabs on the mountain wall, turns over the dagger and climbs to the room of Changning emissary.

Ning Yi followed closely and protected her.

The two quickly climbed to the rear window of the room, and Shuyu villa pursued a natural and open space. In the messenger's room, the rear window was a large row of porch windows. Although both of them were closed, it was difficult for them to defeat them. Feng Zhiwei stuck it on the cliff and used a dagger to pry the bolt of the window.

Suddenly feel leg bend a warm, a bow to see Ning Yi embrace her leg bend, see her look down, also raise a face, show light smile to her.

His warm, warm, or warm, like a warm night, or warm, but warm.

Feng Zhi Wei Zheng in that kind of eyes, suddenly remembered that year, it was also a cliff, not against this high, not against the cold, not against the danger, but also someone gently hugged another person's leg bend, promised to be another person's eyes.

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

The heat of Ning Yi's palm seems to penetrate into the muscles and bones. She trembles. In an instant, the night rain of that mountain temple passes by in front of her eyes.

When the mountain temple listen to the night rain, wet who robe corner of the fallen flowers.

Feng Zhiwei takes back her eyes and droops her eyelashes.

With a very slight "click" sound, the window pin is pulled away.

Silent push open the window, shoulder a shrug, rather chess raised hand to send her, Phoenix know micro smoke like plunder in.

As soon as he landed on the bed, the blue light in his hand flashed out.

He came in, and his feet fell behind him.

Feng Zhiwei in a fierce wind, palm control to that person's throat, her body light light lightness skill is higher than Ning chess, this all out, instantly to the person in front of.The other side has no martial arts skills, but he is startled by the wind and raised in panic.

A strange light flashed in the dark.

It seems to be a bright and dim light silver light.

Feng knew that a glance from the corner of her eyes made a big noise in her heart, and she said it was not good. However, the move had been used and could not be taken back. In her busy schedule, she only had time to kick a stool out to block the coming Ning game.

A flash of silver light, she stretched out a hand pain, as if clamped by a pair of pliers, and then the body a tilt, has been a strong force to drag the past.

Then a pair of cold fingers, cold and quick, firmly, gently put her throat.

Feng knows a little bitter smile.

I wanted to make my fingers a victim, but it was my turn to be a fish.

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

He sat up slowly and accurately. There was no loophole or dead corner in his sitting posture. Not only did Feng know that he could not drill the hole, but also Ning Yi, who later discovered that something was wrong, had to stop playing.

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