The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 144:

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The old man continued with a smile and asked her concernedly what she thought. Feng Zhiwei looked at that smile and felt a chill.

She exchanged greetings with the old man with a smile on her face, and quickly returned to the back room. Her fingers trembled when she opened the door, fearing that when she opened the door, she would find two **** corpses.

When the door opened, Ning Yi and Chunyu Meng were both there. Chun Yumeng was sleeping so hard that he was snoring and drooling. Ning Yi did not lie down, but sat up. When the door opened, his shoulders and back tensed, and then he relaxed.

Feng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the other party might still be searching at the bottom of the mountain and hadn't come to join him yet. He quickly walked to Chun Yumeng's bedside and shook him: "Wake up, wake up!"

Chun Yu Meng did not wake up.

Having good martial arts skills, but still sleeping like this in such an environment, it goes without saying that there is something wrong. Feng Zhiwei thought of the tea and secretly regretted that she was not vigilant enough.

Ning Yi said calmly from the side: "Don't worry about him, let's go."

Feng Zhiwei looked back suddenly.

"I knew there was something wrong as soon as the old man opened his mouth." Ning Yi said concisely and to the point, "Most of the hunters in Jiyang Mountain were immigrants from the war in northern Xinjiang in the early years, and their accents are northern. This person's local dialect revealed his deeds, and his attitude was too Be generous."

This man actually knew this. Feng Zhiwei was a little frightened, and quickly helped Ning Yi up, then went to shake Chun Yumeng. Chun Yumeng seemed to know something was wrong. He struggled for a long time, opened his eyes, and said: " Let’s go…” He fell asleep again.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and suddenly said: "Since you knew there was a problem from the beginning, why didn't you stop him from drinking tea?"

"Someone must drink, otherwise it will arouse the other party's suspicion and cause more trouble." Ning Yi still had the same expression, without looking at her, "You drink? Or should I drink? I don't think it is better for Chunyu to drink."

Feng Zhiwei looked at him. This man's face was as elegant as a flower and as elegant as a bamboo, and his heart was as snowy as ice.

"You guys go..." Chunyu Meng was sweating profusely and struggled to wake up. He climbed out of bed with difficulty holding the knife, and cut his own arm with the knife first. When the blood flowed across his face, he woke up and whispered, "Let's go." ——I'm blocking..."

Ning Yi looked back, looked at him carefully, and then said: "Okay."

He sat upright and calmly told Feng Zhiwei, "Go from the back cliff. This cliff is not high. We can climb down, but we will be blocked by people in front."

Feng Zhiwei was silent for a while, then took out the two pen monkeys and stuffed them into Chunyu Meng's arms. Then without saying a word, he helped Ning Yi up and climbed out through the back window.

The cliff was slippery and the mountain wind was blowing. Feng Zhiwei grabbed Ning Yi's hand and carefully climbed out. She felt his hand was cold to the bone, and he felt her hand was hot to the heart.

The moss on the ground was so slippery that no one dared to let go. They clasped their fingers tightly and crawled out. There was half a cliff below.

Feng Zhiwei leaned over and looked at the cliff, thinking that it would not be a problem in normal times, but now that he was injured, it was really difficult.

Suddenly, I heard a roar in the distance. It was Chun Yumeng's voice. It came out from the back window of the small house a few feet away, gushing out with grief and anger.

The sound was like a sharp sword piercing the night, causing gravel from all sides to roll down the cliff.

The mountain wind became stronger and washed endlessly. Clothes were picked up by the wind and slapped on the face, which was heavy and painful. There were people inside the house who were fighting and struggling with their lives. Two people outside the house were lying on the slippery and rugged rocks, motionless and silent. .

The wind was colder than an ice cellar, and their hair was scattered in the cold wind, scratching their faces. The sound was heartbreaking, but it stopped abruptly in the next moment.

It was as sudden as an explosion, and the silence was also abrupt.

The silence returned on all sides, but it was an even heavier and oppressive silence.

In addition to the sound of the mountain wind, even the sound of breathing seemed to be frozen. Ning Yi lowered his eyes, expressionless, while Feng Zhi slightly turned his head, his eyes bright.

Ning Yi pushed Feng Zhiwei for a while and motioned for her to go down first.

Feng Zhiwei found a protruding rock under the cliff, carefully moved her body down, and then came to pick up Ning Yi. Ning Yi slowly came down, and when he was about to step on the rock, he suddenly leaned forward.

In an emergency, Feng Zhiwei pushed his knee against the cliff with a muffled bang. Instead of the rock, it pushed against Ning Yi's foot. Because of the excessive force, his knee was suddenly covered in blood and flesh.

Ning Yi trembled and subconsciously wanted to shrink his feet.

Feng Zhiwei raised her hand and grabbed the corner of his robe.

"Ning Yi, your eyes..." She raised her head and asked clearly in the darkest night of dawn and the coldest night wind:

"Are you blind?"

Ning Yi trembled.

Feng Zhiwei put one knee on the cliff and looked up at him, remembering how distracted his eyes were when he first saw her in the cellar, remembering that his first action when he met her was smelling the breath of blood and fire, and remembering that he didn’t know his own Hurt, remembering that he had faced an eyegu, and when she accidentally looked at that thing from the corner of her eye, she burst into tears.

It was her negligence. Since Chun Yumeng was pulled away by Ning Yi to avoid looking directly at the thing, how could Ning Yi, who was facing the eyegu, be spared?

Ning Yi, who was above his head, had calmed down and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I know the origin of this thing, and there is a way to solve it, but I can't do it for the time being."

Feng Zhiwei said "hmm", raised his head and smiled: "Then let me be your eyes now."

Her tone was brisk, with a hint of calmness that she didn't usually have. Her gentle words were like the fierce mountain wind, which shocked Ning Yi again. He tilted his face and looked at it with a gray field of vision. "Looking at Feng Zhiwei, although the face couldn't be seen, and what he saw wasn't real, he could still imagine her expression at this moment, with her eyebrows slightly raised, and her misty eyes reflecting the moonlight, shining brightly. Bright.

This woman becomes more colorful in times of crisis. You can see her giving in, but you cannot see her crying and confused.

There was silence above the head. Feng Zhiwei looked up in surprise. Ning Yi had already turned his face and said, "Okay."

The answer was simple, but Feng Zhiwei felt that there seemed to be some special meaning in this word. However, from her perspective, she could no longer see Ning Yi's expression.

"Be careful." Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, but still put her arms around Ning Yi's knees. She was under him. Only this posture could ensure that the blind Ning Yi would not lose his footing on the cliff. , but this is almost like a half-hug, with her face almost touching his legs - Feng Zhi slightly turned her face, telling herself ten thousand times to follow the authority in matters of urgency, but still couldn't help but feel suspicious in her ears. thin red.