The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 46:
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When she stepped back, he leaned in. As soon as she leaned in, Feng Zhiwei's face felt cold.
She raised her hand and touched it gently, her fingertips were bright red, and she recalled in a daze that day in the small courtyard, a little rouge mark on her eyebrows, and then she heard him say lightly: "That day, my blood also fell on On your face - are you happy? Are you proud?"
The tone was soft, but there was a hint of gnashing of teeth. Feng Zhiwei raised her head in surprise, not understanding why he asked this question, but the eyes of the person in front of her were dark, and she was pressed down like a dark cloud. I was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, he said: "What did you say..."
She felt that her attitude was sincere, but he felt that it was perfunctory. Suddenly, unknown fire surged 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, so she struggled subconsciously. As soon as she struggled, a swirling air flow appeared in her body. The strength in her hand suddenly became much stronger. She pushed hard without knowing where, and then she heard him groan.
Feng Zhiwei was startled and quickly let go. Ning Yi's hand was already on her throat.
There was blood between his fingers and he placed it on her neck. The bright red made the skin on her neck look more and more like jade. She looked at him with her eyes wide open. There was no panic or pleading in her eyes, but they gradually became clouded. The mist is not a tearful mist, but a misty mist of natural water vapor, as dense as a dream.
Like a flower that blooms before dawn, covered with ice-clear dew, solitary and fragrant in loneliness and darkness.
His fingers suddenly trembled.
As if seeing her for the first time, the woman in the water has dark eyebrows as thin as feathers, and her eyes are still blurry and bright after the murder.
That kind of elegance that is not destroyed by any wind and rain in the world.
Fingers on neck.
My heart is in chaos.
She knows too many secrets, she is very likely to ruin his affairs, she is so deep and cunning, she is the root of the cancer that he must get rid of no matter what, but when she looks at him silently and firmly , his five fingers suddenly lost the strength to close and squeeze.
He would kill her if she begged.
If she cries, he will kill her.
However, she did nothing and calmly faced his murderous intention. He suddenly remembered everything he had seen about this woman since he met her.
The same soul as him, who has been trapped in a lonely city for many years, trying to struggle and not willing to sink.
His fingers slowly loosened.
Like a rising hurricane, it suddenly slowed down when passing through a sea of lush flowers, giving up the damage to those beautiful and delicate ones.
The moment his fingers completely left her neck, he sighed silently in his heart and comforted himself - it was not appropriate to kill her now. There were too many people outside to explain... Well, that was the reason.
Feng Zhiwei slowly touched her neck.
There were no fingerprints, no feeling of suffocation, and he didn't even reveal his murderous intention just now. However, she knew clearly that this was the time he really wanted to kill her, and she was the closest to death in many times.
At that moment, her mind was blank. All the tricks had lost their power and had no use. She just looked at him like that, wondering what he was thinking about at that moment?
She didn't know what finally made him give up his silence, which made her remain silent for a long time.
Then she slowly leaned over, picked up the medicine on the ground again, walked to his side silently, took off his coat, and applied medicine to him.
Ning Yi remained silent and cooperated with her silently. The two of them changed their previous undercurrents and became tense, showing a rare tacit understanding and silence.
The man's clothes are half faded, and the man's skin is as smooth as jade. It has the strength and elasticity of a martial artist, but also the delicate smoothness of a pampered person. He has delicate collarbones, smooth and tight shoulders and neck lines, and an extremely beautiful body.
Feng Zhiwei was horrified by the **** penetrating wound on his shoulder, which almost passed through the pipa bone. The skin and flesh of the wound were very vicious. It was rare for him to pursue such a serious injury calmly and bravely. Feng Zhiwei Taking a deep breath, I felt that my shoulder seemed to be hurting.
Ning Yi raised his eyes to look at her expression, and the dark look between his brows brightened slightly.
Feng Zhiwei gently poured the medicine on the wound. Ning Yi shuddered slightly, and Feng Zhiwei immediately asked: "Does it hurt?" She suddenly leaned down and blew slightly into the wound.
This made Ning Yi laugh. He really didn’t expect that this cunning and shrewd woman would do such a childish behavior. He felt better and couldn’t help but ask: "What are you doing?"
Feng Zhiwei stepped aside with some embarrassment, lowered her eyes and said, "I remember when I was a child and my knees broke, and my mother blew me like this..." She slowly lowered her voice.
Ning Yi gradually lost his smile. He naturally knew how Feng Zhiwei left the house.
After a while, he said softly: "It's good that someone blew it for you..."
Feng Zhiwei was startled and looked up at him in disbelief - was he comforting her?
Ning Yi felt that he had made a mistake as soon as he spoke. He coughed lightly as if he was a little annoyed and stopped talking. Feng Zhi pursed her lips slightly and continued to apply the medicine on him. Her hair hung down and brushed against his shoulders. Ning Yi felt a slight itch and wanted to do it, but suddenly didn't want to move.
Her breath was close to her ears, and her breath was sweet, like the half-opened crape myrtle flowers in early summer.
It was very noisy outside. It seemed like someone was arguing about something. He should be paying attention to it, but Ning Yi felt lazy and couldn't listen at all.
Feng Zhiwei didn't pay attention to the noise. She looked at the **** hole exposing the bone stubble and thought of all the causes and consequences of this incident. She suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but whisper: "Why bother!"
Ning Yi froze, then slowly turned his head and looked at her.
Feng Zhiwei didn’t speak—why bother? After all the painstaking planning and self-destruction, no one could even ask a question after being injured like this. Is this great position in the world and the glory of the royal family really worth this?
Ning Yi looked at her quietly, reading her meaning from her eyes. He did not get angry, but after a while he said calmly: "You don't understand."
Feng Zhiwei was silent, thinking maybe I might not understand? You lost your mother when you were young, you suffer from injuries and illnesses, you have outstanding talents but have been suppressed for many years, you and Xin Ziyan have a close relationship but have to pretend to be strangers, you clearly had control of Qingming Academy but were forced to give it to the prince, you are not allowed to The emperor's love has to depend on the prince, but he often suffers on behalf of that fool... You have too many hidden wounds and secrets, and no one has ever truly pity you, so you don't care to be more cruel to yourself.