The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 152:
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There was a tearing pain in his throat. His eyes dropped weakly and he saw a black and **** sword tip slowly being pulled out from the hand of the tall and beautiful blind man.
My body suddenly flew up and fell into a latrine. The last words I heard in my life were "A good dog doesn't block the road, get out of the way."
Ning Yi handed the sword back to Feng Zhiwei. When he was supporting her just now, the sword had already changed hands.
At this moment, the two of them were discussing their next move in the dilapidated toilet.
"Is there any poison on your body?" Feng Zhiwei was looking for something harmful on her body, and then she slapped her head in annoyance. She came out in a hurry, and she had a little gold wound medicine on her body, but nothing else.
Although that group of people are very vigilant and poisoning is not easy, there is nothing like poisoning to bring down a group.
Ning Yi shook his head, thinking that Ning Cheng liked to play drugs. Unfortunately, he ran away after receiving the news that day, and he didn't know why he couldn't follow him.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him dejectedly, then asked on a whim, "Are your tears poisonous?"
Ning Yi looked at her strangely and said after a while: "I would rather kill people one by one."
Feng Zhiwei was gritting her teeth and thinking about how to squeeze out crocodile tears, whether she needed to punch him in the stomach suddenly to make the tears come out, but she saw that Ning Yi had already taken three steps away from her with great foresight.
"Okay." Feng Zhiwei helped him helplessly, "Let's find another way."
Ning Yi said "hmm" and reached out to support her. Feng Zhiwei suddenly said "ouch" and squatted down, and then said in panic: "Niu Qi, you..."
Ning Yi was startled and quickly lowered his head to pull her. Feng Zhi raised his head slightly, and with a "bang" his head hit his nose.
Ning Yi covered his nose with an "Ah" and burst into tears. Feng Zhiwei took out a gold leaf and quickly took it without any shame.
Then she sighed: "Golden tears are worthy of your precious tears, Your Highness."
Ning Yi covered his sore nose and once again confirmed in his heart that Feng Zhiwei was actually a female wolf that could not be fed.
The she-wolf looked at His Highness holding his nose, his eyes filled with tears like autumn water on his fingers. He looked really fragile and interesting, far different from his usual calm and sharpness. He actually seemed to be a different person. For a moment, he looked so pitiful. Conscience returned, so she rubbed his nose with a smile and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
Her fingers with delicate skin brushed against Ning Yi's face, as gentle as a spring breeze, and her voice contained a hint of smile and apology. It felt like someone was being brushed against the face by fine strands of lint, itching and scratching the heart. Ning Yi's hand He trembled, and then held her finger.
He held her fingers in his palm and gently wrapped them around her. Feng Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to break free, but Ning Yi's hand was tightly entangled and wouldn't let go.
The wide sleeves fell down, covering the somewhat ambiguous posture. Ning Yi led her back and walked back. Feng Zhiwei still held the tears in her hands and did not dare to exert any force, so she had to let him go, while muttering: "What a pity. Too little..."
The two of them walked to the well in the yard. A man was fetching water. Feng Zhiwei greeted: "Brother, give me some water to drink and wash your hands by the way."
"Young Master is very particular!" The man handed over the bucket, and Feng Zhiwei picked up the water from the bucket and drank it. Then she took out some water and washed her hands. After thanking her, the three of them went back together. The leader saw Niu Qi didn't follow and asked, "Where is Niu Qi?"
"Who is that elder brother?" Feng Zhi covered his mouth and smiled, "You said you have diarrhea after eating too much beef."
"This kid is just a glutton!" The man cursed without a single word of doubt. He placed the bucket of water in the middle and invited everyone to drink. People in the arena gathered around the bucket and drank happily.
Feng Zhi looked at it with a smile and diligently added fuel to the fire.
After eating and drinking, they each found a place to sleep in the main hall. There was still a tacit understanding. They surrounded the two in the middle, and left one person to close the door of the hall and watch at the door. Some are vigilant and don't let go of anyone.
The firelight in the ancient temple gradually dimmed, and a faint mist appeared on all sides. Feng Zhiwei slept silently next to Ning Yi, her eyes wide open as she waited for the poison to take effect. She didn’t know how effective crocodile tears could be. After all, If you dilute a few drops into a bucket of water, the effectiveness will definitely be compromised.
Ning Yi closed his eyes and remained motionless, keeping his fingers clasped on her. Feng Zhiwei couldn't break them open, so he tickled her, scratching her fingers in the palm of his hand. Ning Yi shrank, and Feng Zhiwei was overjoyed. She scratched her hard, but she got used to being scratched and stopped shrinking. Feng Zhiwei sighed in annoyance, and Ning Yi turned around and listened to her sigh with a smile, feeling very satisfied.
The two of them started a lawsuit to dispel the constant influx of sleepiness. From last night to tonight, the two of them had been running around with their injured bodies. They had been in a tense place, and they were both mentally and physically exhausted. At the extreme, snoring was everywhere at the moment and the fire was warm. If he didn't find something to distract him, he would fall asleep immediately.
I don’t know how long it took, but just when Feng Zhiwei couldn’t bear it anymore and closed her eyes, Ning Yi suddenly pinched her palm hard.
Feng Zhiwei woke up with a start, and immediately found a man not far away from him, making a low groan.
Having a seizure?
Feng Zhi was slightly overjoyed, and then found that there was no movement from the rest of the group. It might be that each person's skill was high or low, and the attack time was also long or short.
When the man made noise, the night watchman ran over, lowered his head and called softly: "Feizi, what's wrong?"
He suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He felt a chill in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but he could never turn his head.
Feng Zhiwei gently supported his limp body and sat him in the shadow against the pillar, looking like he was adjusting his breathing.
The person suffering from the poisonous attack felt his face become hot, and warm liquid fell all over his face. When he opened his eyes, he saw that there seemed to be thick fog rising from all sides. Behind the fog, there was a gentle smiling face, and the smile was so ferocious. Come closer.
He was stunned, and was about to grab the sword at hand, but he felt his arms were sore and weak, and then there was a pain in his chest. The last thing he realized was something rising from the sky and falling on his face, just like before. Warm and slightly fishy liquid.
The person who was sleeping closer was vaguely aware of the movement here. When he opened his eyes, he said "Huh" in his heart, wondering how the fire was extinguished? And the fog is so thick this morning.