The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 145:

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When she hugged Ning Yi's legs, Ning Yi was shocked again. For a moment, through the thick autumn clothes, he seemed to feel her face pressing against her so lightly and warmly. Her face and ears must have developed a thin red color, as transparent and delicate as coral beads, and her skin as delicate as thin porcelain was so close, so close that it seemed as if she could feel her warm breath, the warmth on her knees... Ning Yi's legs suddenly swollen He softened and his breathing became rapid.

As soon as his legs softened and his fingers trembled, he picked at the rugged cliff face. His hands were cold and bone-piercing. He woke up in an instant and raised his head to "look" at the sky perpendicular to the top. He couldn't see or see anything. I can feel that the darkness condensed before dawn will be broken by the daylight.

Taking a breath and calming down, he carefully moved downwards. If he made another mistake now, two lives would be involved.

While Feng Zhiwei was working hard to find a place to stay, she carefully held his legs and guided him to the correct place. It was dark, so she had to take care of both the bottom and the top. She couldn't climb a few steps before she felt Feeling dizzy, he couldn't help but take a breath. He felt dizzy and fell into Ning Yi's knees, causing his knees to push against the cliff.

The head hit a sharp stone, and the blood fainted and there was a stinging pain. Ning Yi didn't care, he only hurriedly lowered his face and asked repeatedly: "Zhiwei, what's wrong with you?"

The face of the man beneath him was pressed tightly against his knees and he did not answer. Ning Yi was startled for a moment. His heart, which had always been calm and steady and unmoved even when he was faced with eye poison and lost his eyesight, suddenly began to beat loudly. He fumbled to touch Feng Zhiwei, but he only touched the top of her head. Her hair was messy, astringent, and a little long and short. It was far from the usual smooth satin. She must have lost her good hair in a burst of fire. A lot of it burned.

Ning Yi's hand paused on the messy hair, curling his fingers slightly, but his heart became even more panicked. He gritted his teeth and was about to try to loosen his hand and bend down when the man under him suddenly spoke in a sleepy voice. It was muffled in the hollow of his knees, but his tone was still smiling, "Well... I feel weird every time I hear you call my name..."

Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "What happened to you just now?"

"It's nothing." Feng Zhiwei moved her face away, her voice returned to normal, "A little tired."

Ning Yi felt something was wrong in the hollow of his knee. It seemed a little wet. He tentatively reached out to touch it, but Feng Zhiwei gently pulled his hand away. Then he heard her scolding tone: "Hold on to the stone, you are touching it." What."

Normally, he would seize the opportunity to make fun of these words, but at this moment, he was completely in no mood. Ning Yi silently retracted his hand and climbed down faster.

More than halfway up the climb, voices came from the cliff. Someone looked down. The two of them clung to the cliff and did not dare to move. Then they heard someone shouting: "Go search! Go down two more and have a look." !"

Feng Zhiwei's heart tightened and she quickly climbed down. However, those killers who were born in southern Fujian were used to climbing cliffs and had no injuries on their bodies. They saw two black shadows scurrying down like monkeys, and in the blink of an eye they were is approaching.

Feng Zhiwei pulled out the sword from her waist, thinking about how she could stab two people to death instantly to avoid being discovered by the people above. After thinking about it, she felt that it was really difficult, and as long as one of them escaped, on this cliff The two of them are waiting to die.

Overhead, Ning Yi stopped moving and raised his head, his unfocused eyes firmly fixed on the killer who was climbing down quickly.

He suddenly said: "I have the Imperial Envoy Guanfang and Chu King's seals in my belt. Remember to find them before you go to Jiyang."

Feng Zhiwei was startled, thinking, "Aren't you coming with me?" Before she could ask, a killer had climbed down.

Feng Zhiwei is about to draw his sword.

Ning Yi suddenly knocked on the cliff.

In the darkness, the other party had not noticed Ning Yi immediately. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw Ning Yi, he reached out to grab him and cheered: "Here..."

Ning Yi hugged him!

When he heard the first word spoken, he accurately identified the location, hugged the rejoicing killer, kicked his feet on the cliff, and passed over Feng Zhiwei's head. The two of them rolled over. Fall down!

Feng Zhiwei felt a flowery robe blow against her face, a huge black shadow whizzed down from above her head, and then she heard a muffled sound.

The muffled sound made her feel cold. When she raised her head, she was facing the second killer from the side. The man was crawling well behind the previous one. Suddenly, the companion underneath him disappeared. Before she could react, Stunned there, Feng Zhi turned his head slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"嚓......"

Her sword penetrated from the bottom of her elbow and shot into the opponent's eyebrow in an instant.

There was another muffled sound of falling. Feng Zhi bit her lip and climbed down as fast as she could. It was dark under the cliff, and the protruding cliff blocked the light below. She groped around in the haze. , whispered: "Ning Yi..."

Someone on the cliff shouted from a distance: "Did you find anyone?"

Feng Zhiwei recalled the sharp voice of the killer who spoke earlier, and imitated the answer: "I'm searching, it's big down there..."

The curses of the man on the cliff were blown by the mountain wind and were blurry. Feng Zhiwei had no time to pay attention to him. He groped around anxiously and found a corpse with a hole between the eyebrows. He threw it away and went to touch it not far away. The human body returned to the scene of the fire in a trance. Among the broken wooden chairs on the ground, she was frightened and grateful and kept dragging out the scorched corpses, dragging one was not, and another was not...

This feeling was so bad, she hoped it would not happen a third time in her life.

The body under his hand was still motionless, and his body was cold, as if there was another body on top of it. Feng Zhiwei recalled Ning Yi's posture when he fell, and felt a cold feeling in her heart, wondering if he was crushed to pieces.

Thinking about it, she felt a chill on her face. She stretched out her hand and touched it. Her fingers were wet. She looked at her fingers blankly. The dim light on the cliff vaguely reflected a small shiny patch on her finger, like a tiny piece of paper. The mirror reflects the myriad thoughts on my mind at this moment.

How long has it been since she shed tears?

When was the last time you shed tears?

Seven years ago, when Miss Qiu lost her gold hairpin and falsely accused her of stealing and starved their mother and son for five days?

Ten years ago, when my mother knelt in front of the Qiu Mansion for three days and almost died of a serious illness?

Eleven years ago, when the father left and the mother took them away from that mountain and burned down the home before leaving?

Twelve years ago, when my mother was burning paper for an unknown person in the yard, she happened upon her and was severely scolded?