The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 439:

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For a moment, something flashed past her eyes.

Ning Yi kept looking up at her, and this look made his heart tighten.

However, she returned to normal in an instant, tightened her hand, and held his hand more forcefully.

The ten fingers were clasped together, clasping each other deeply. Feng Zhiwei's hands and Ning Yi's waist used force at the same time to turn over on the silk rope and cling tightly to the silk rope.

When he stood up, Ning Yi kicked the cliff, knocking down a pumice stone that was impossible to fall off.

The pumice fell with a rumble, making a hollow echo under the extremely deep abyss. It sounded like a person falling.

The window sash opened with a creak, and the second prince stuck his head out and looked down with a bit of regret. Below was a vast sea of ​​clouds, and nothing could be seen clearly.

He frowned and looked down the cliff, and said in a low voice: "This guy is really loose. I just wanted to scare him to ask for his master before killing him, but he was so frightened that he stumbled... It's a pity that I didn't find out anything."

Without looking up at all, he drew back and slammed the window.

The two people hugging each other tightly on the cliff wall smiled at the same time.

Feng Zhiwei mouthed to Ning Yi and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ning Yi didn't answer, but looked at her tenderly. The tenderness in his usually cold eyes bloomed slightly, making the stars shine and the moon become drunk.

He suddenly stretched out his fingers and carefully and meticulously wiped away the night dew and mud on her face due to her tight adherence to the wall.

The mountain wall was rugged, and the friction caused holes in the mask, but fortunately it did not hurt her skin.

Feng Zhiwei avoided his gaze a little unnaturally and pointed to the cliff, indicating to climb up. Ning Yi shook his head.

Feng Zhiwei was startled, but then understood what he meant. Since Mr. Huang was "silenced", Mrs. Huang must not be able to let her out alive. The guest room where Mrs. Huang rests is already in danger.

The two looked at each other, and Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened her mouth and whispered in his ear: "Messenger Changning."

Ning Yi showed an approving smile in his eyes, nodded, raised his chin, and pointed to the other side of the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei knew that what he meant was that the envoy from Changning Domain was over there. The envoy was too drunk and had gone to rest earlier. Moreover, this person had no martial arts skills.

The two of them were leaning against the cliff. Ning Yi leaned against the mountain wall with one hand and stepped on a protruding rock. Feng Zhiwei pressed her back against his chest and was hugged tightly by him. The mountain wind blew the clothes, and the black hair was intertwined and flying. There was a sea of ​​clouds below me, and a vast blue sky above my head. The vast distant mountains came into my eyes, and the vast territory was galloping as far as the eye could see. In the distant blue sky, a line of light cyan was faintly revealed. The morning light stretches out boundlessly.

Heaven and earth are like mustard seeds.

Extremely small, extremely vast.

Extremely dangerous, extremely bright,

Although they knew that this was not the time to indulge, the two of them were still slightly entranced by the vast scene that was difficult to encounter again in this life. The wind rushed from the end of the deep, cleansing and whistling, sweeping into the heart. Both of them seemed to hear it at the same time. , the long sigh deep in each other's hearts.

There are many beautiful people in the country, but they don’t grow old together with others.

Feng Zhiwei sighed softly after a while, and his slightly wet eyelashes, not sure whether it was dew or something else, blinked a little bit of crystal.

Ning Yi hugged her tightly, rubbing his chin on her silky hair, his eyes blurred.

Feng Zhi smiled slightly, raised his hand, the dagger in his hand shone brightly, and cut the piece of silk rope. Then he poked the dagger on the mountain wall, turned over and put on the dagger, and climbed to the room of the envoy Changning.

Ning Yi followed closely behind, protecting her.

The two quickly crawled under the back window of the room. Shuyu Villa pursues openness and nature. The envoy's room has a large row of windows at the back. Although they are all closed, it is not difficult. Between the two of them, Feng Zhiwei clung to the cliff and used a dagger to pry the window latch.

Suddenly she felt warm in the crook of her leg. When she lowered her head, she saw Ning Yi hugging the crook of her leg. Looking at her, he also raised his face and gave her a faint smile.

His smile tonight is different from the usual ripples or winds that carry a bit of coolness. It is rare and clean and warm, jumping with a slight warmth, like a dark red spark in the night, far away, but so... Really warm.

Feng Zhiwei was stunned with that look in his eyes, and suddenly remembered that that year, it was also a cliff. Not so high, not so cold, not so dangerous, but someone gently hugged another person's leg. Wan, promising to be another person's eyes.

Down then, up now, she hugged him then, he hugged her now.

The heat from Ning Yi's palm came through, seeming to penetrate deep into her muscles and bones. She trembled, and for a moment, the night rain in the mountain temple passed by her eyes.

When the rain fell at night in the mountain temple, the fallen flowers on the corner of someone's robe were wet.

Feng Zhiwei withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyelashes.

With a very slight "click", the window pin was opened.

Silently pushing open the window sash, Ning Yi shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand and sent her away, and Feng Zhiwei swept in like a puff of smoke.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he rushed towards the bed and handed it out with a flash of blue light in his hand.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and Ning Yi had already rushed in.

In the midst of the fierce wind, Feng Zhiwei reached for the man's throat with her hand. Her lightness and lightness were even better than Ning Yi's. With all her strength, she was in front of the man in an instant.

The opponent had no martial arts skills, but he was alarmed by the wind and jumped up in panic.

A strange light flashed in the darkness.

It seems to be a bright and dim light silver.

Feng Zhiwei glanced out of the corner of her eyes and screamed in her heart, secretly shouting that it was not good. However, the move was already used and could not be taken back. In her busy schedule, she only had time to kick out a stool to block Ning Yi who was coming after him.

There was a flash of silver light, and her outstretched hand felt pain, as if it was clamped by pliers. Then she leaned forward and was pulled hard by a strong force.

Then a pair of cold fingers, cold but quick and firm, gently placed on her throat.

Feng Zhi smiled bitterly.

I originally wanted to turn my fingers into someone else's knives, but in the end it was my turn to become a fish.

The aura of the man behind him was cold, like a silver krait hidden in the darkness of the moonlight.

He sat up slowly and accurately, and his posture had no loopholes or blind spots. Not only was Feng Zhiwei unable to take advantage of it, but Ning Yi, who later realized something was wrong, had to stop.