The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 146:

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She can no longer remember clearly, but she knows that the tears at this moment are very strange and very real.

Tears gradually dried on her fingertips. She was stunned for a long time, gathered up her last strength, and wanted to move the body and get Ning Yi out. She didn't want to waste time before she was sure whether Ning Yi was really dead. cry.

If it was confirmed that he was dead, she would not waste time crying. He, Chunyu, and the hundreds of dead guards, those human lives - she had too many things to do.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, someone suddenly said lazily and hoarsely: "When will you be willing to touch me?"

Feng Zhiwei's hand froze in mid-air. When he realized what he was doing, he clenched it into a fist and landed on the chest beneath him.

After saying "Ouch", Ning Yi said with a hint of smile, "What a vicious bitch."

Ask again: "What did you do for half a day just now?"

Feng Zhi pursed his lips and said nothing. He felt that the body under him was already cold. Ning Yi must have killed him when he fell. He used him as a meat pad. He felt relieved and asked: "You Not injured?"

"It's okay." Ning Yi said, "It seems like I just twisted my foot."

"Didn't your brain break?"

Ning Yi glanced at her in surprise, thinking that this woman looked like she had broken her brain and wanted to hurt her. Suddenly thinking about the tone in which she called him with a vibrato just now, her heart softened and she answered honestly. : "Yes."

"That's good." Feng Zhi smiled and fell into his arms, "I can finally faint..."

When Feng Zhiwei woke up, she felt sore all over her body, as if she had gone through a long and long journey, or had just fought a big fight with ten thousand people in her dream.

She was in a trance, sleeping there in a daze, and felt warm on her body. She lowered her head and saw that Ning Yi's robe was covering her body.

The sun above has risen, but only a faint and hazy light is left when it reaches the bottom of the cliff. Ning Yi is sitting opposite her, wearing only his middle coat, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath. In the milky white smoke, it seems that The eyebrows are very beautiful.

Feng Zhiwei turned around and looked around. She felt that the place she stayed in was different from last night. The straw mat under her body was soft and the water was gurgling not far away. She didn’t know how Ning Yi injured her foot and got such a good girl like her. here.

Isn't it because he grabbed his feet and dragged him over? Feng Zhiwei quickly checked her body everywhere, fearing that there would be countless scratches.

She was busy making a lot of noise there. Ning Yi opposite him had been awakened. He opened his eyes and listened to the nervous little movements of the woman opposite him. He couldn't help but smile, thinking that a woman is a woman. A very contradictory race of people, they can be calm even when they are strong-willed, but they will never forget to care about the most trivial and useless things.

He smiled slightly and looked at her eyes with a hint of tenderness that he was not even aware of.

He thought about the two sentences she had asked soberly and calmly before, making sure that he was fine before she fainted in his arms. It made people dumbfounded, but also felt a little distressed - such a stoic woman!

Thinking of her being so light and soft in his arms when she fainted, completely shedding the usual gentleness and the coldness of being thousands of miles away, as delicate and delicate as a petal of a peach blossom, feeling like she was facing all directions. He could no longer be so charming and charming, so he couldn't help but...

Ning Yi's face turned slightly red for a moment.

It happened that Feng Zhiwei, who raised his head, saw him and said, "Are you awake? Hey, your face looks a little strange."

Ning Yi touched his face, and it returned to normal immediately. He smiled and said, "Is there any?"

Feng Zhiwei looked at His Highness King Chu's face with admiration, thinking that such a person didn't need a mask. He could blush if he wanted to, and if he didn't want to blush, he wouldn't.

"Where are we?" She asked faintly, "In the storybook, the protagonist should wake up in a cave after falling off a cliff, and then there will be blazing fire."

"Not all cliffs have holes under them, and not all people are so lucky to carry fire sticks." Ning Yi couldn't help laughing, "Especially when others are still searching for you, are you stupid to light a fire?"

Feng Zhi smiled, sat up and asked, "Is your foot hurt seriously?"

"It's okay."

Feng Zhiwei had already gone over, helped him take off his boots, and said: "We still need to deal with it, otherwise it will be worse if we can't walk."

She carefully pressed Ning Yi's swollen ankle, with gentle gestures and just the right amount of force. Ning Yi leaned against the rock, half-closing his eyes as if he felt comfortable, and suddenly said: "You seem to have learned it? There are several techniques compared to those in my house. Not bad."

Feng Zhi smiled and said: "My mother fought on the battlefield in her early years and suffered from old injuries and illnesses that would relapse on rainy days, so I learned this since I was a child."

Ning Yi said nothing for a while, "It's not easy for Mrs. Feng."

He seemed unwilling to talk more about this topic. He lay lazily and half-lying, feeling the lightness of his fingers and the warmth of the iron. His heart seemed to be soaked in warm water, wandering comfortably. He was intoxicated when he suddenly heard the sound. The woman said: "Okay." She couldn't help opening her eyes and asked in surprise: "So fast?"

Feng Zhiwei smiled sweetly, "I'm sorry that I don't have those caring, gentle and meticulous people in His Highness's house who know how to massage and have the time and patience to press it for as long as you want."

Ning Yi tilted his head to "look" at her, his distracted eyes seemed to brighten for a moment, his expression was a little strange, as if he was holding back a laugh, and asked: "Are you jealous?"

Feng Zhiwei said "ah" and touched her face, thinking with overwhelming thoughts - Am I jealous, am I jealous, am I jealous? How is it possible, how is it possible, how is it possible——

"People born into wealth will never understand the hatred of a boy struggling in poverty towards a born aristocrat." She answered sadly after a while, feeling that this truth couldn't be more correct.

Ning Yi still looked at her strangely, and said slowly and in a good mood for a while: "I haven't finished what I just said, there are several... mothers-in-law in my house."

After a moment of silence, Feng Zhi answered with a smile as bright as a flower: "Oh, Your Highness, it's getting daylight. We should find a way to leave."

After this weird exchange, Ning Yi had been in a good mood with a weird smile on his lips. Feng Zhiwei felt depressed when she saw his expression and quickly changed the topic: "Everyone above is gone? "While handing his clothes back to him, he noticed that the straps of the clothes were broken, and it seemed that they had been taken off by force.