The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 62:

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"Be good, go." Feng Zhiwei stepped aside with a fake smile, "I have to."

"Why?" Master Gu needs a reason to do things.

"Because." Feng Zhiwei held his shoulders and pushed him outward, saying sternly, "You are mine."

Gu Nanyi finally took Shaoning and broke through the siege, leaving Feng Zhiwei meditating in the house waiting for him to come back. She always felt that Master Gu seemed to have changed since the death of the prince - for example, in the past, he had She almost never left him, and now he felt safe leaving her behind.

But the real trouble was Shaoning. As soon as Gu Nanyi took her away, the whistling and attacking sounds from all sides immediately disappeared. Feng Zhiwei was not worried about Gu Nanyi's safety. After all, this was the foot of the emperor, the palace in the palace. If Ning Yi misses a single hit, he will definitely not be able to pursue him to the end.

I hope Princess Shaoning will learn this lesson and never date her rashly again.

She fumbled to light the candle. The corpse on the ground was lying silently with its eyes wide open. It seemed that she didn't understand why she suddenly became the scapegoat. Feng Zhiwei looked down at him and sighed: "You appeared too soon. ...Being a spy is not so impatient."

If he wasn't a spy, how could he have rushed in in such a timely manner? If he wasn't a spy, why did he call Shaoning and try to determine her location as soon as he came in?

Shao Ning didn't understand, but Feng Zhiwei thought clearly in an instant. There were few people in the world who could match her response.

The surroundings gradually became silent, and the smell of blood lingered silently in the dark room. The candle in her hand was cold and slippery, feeling like a snake. Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that there was something uneasy in the darkness around her. Shen Shen The force came.

She remembered that the flint was on the small table on the couch, but when she went to touch it, it was missing. Fortunately, she had a flint in her arms, and with a click, the candle was burning.

The fire lit up.

I couldn't see anything clearly for a moment, then suddenly it went out.

Feng Zhiwei was startled and reached out to touch the candle. There was no residual heat from the candle at all, as if the fire just now was just an illusion.

The candle seemed to have suddenly become shorter - someone cut off the lit candle with extremely fast sword energy?

Feng Zhiwei did not dare to retreat out of the door at this time - if there was someone in the house, if she turned around and ran away, it would be equivalent to selling her back to others. If there was someone outside the house, if she backed away, it would be equivalent to putting herself on the tip of a gun. .

She pursed her lips and lit the candle again.

The fire lights up and then goes out.

As soon as it turned on and off, Feng Zhiwei suddenly threw the candle in her hand toward the southwest direction in front of her, and then quickly slid back.

It hit something with a bang, but it was not the door panel as planned. The back seemed to be hard and soft, with a slight elasticity, and then the body tightened and was hugged tightly.

The embrace was not tight, but she could not move at all. A faint masculine breath came towards her, and the man held her in his arms, rubbing his ears together, and his breath was soft and moist behind her ears. Suddenly, she started to sweat slightly and felt sticky. Unkempt hair and itching.

Feng Zhiwei struggled and couldn't move, and immediately gave up. With a twist of his finger, a dagger fell silently from his sleeve and slid into his palm.

This was the inspiration she got when she saw the knife in Ning Ji's sleeve that day. After returning home, she designed a thin-leaf dagger with a sliding chain in her sleeve. She could pull it with her finger and it would drop silently.

With the dagger in the palm of your hand, you can penetrate directly into the opponent's waist and ribs with a flick of your finger.

The man behind him suddenly let out a low sigh.

The sigh was long and long, like the wind passing through the branches and leaves, breaking silently at the tips of the leaves, so low that it was inaudible, but it was like thunder ringing in the ears. Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, and the dagger was frozen between his fingers. The body was also completely stiff.

As soon as she froze, the person behind her gently reached out and grasped the palm of her hand holding the knife with great precision. She held the thin knife in her palm almost playfully with her slender fingers, rubbing the knife with her fingertips. Noodles, fold gently.

With a crisp "click", the man chuckled, flicked his finger, and the broken knife flew out, blocking the previous hole of the gun, blocking the last glimmer of light.

The knife flew out, but he did not let go of his hand. He held her fingers and rubbed them again and again. His palms were also shiny and delicate, with only some thin calluses on the sides of the fingers, which were hard enough to touch hers. Soft, like fine sandpaper gently rubbing over the soft heart, producing a slightly painful coolness in the slight itch.

She lowered her eyes, said nothing, remained motionless, and wandered back through the waves crashing on the shore. She was not in the mood to experience the beauty of this moment - because he was holding her, but his fingertips were pressing the big hole on her chest.

But that man seemed to be completely unaware of his gentle killer. With his slightly lowered head, he could not be closer to her. Their breaths were intertwined, and even their hair was tangled silently, hanging together. He brushed against her cheek, soft and cool, just like her mood at the moment.

So he tilted his head.

The irritation stained her cheeks.

The slightly cool and moist lips passed over the cheeks that were also as delicate as jade, just like the green leaves passing over the sparkling water, causing ripples and faint water lines, rippling away silently.

Both of them were shocked.

The man in the darkness seemed to be calm, breathing slightly, then calmed down and quietly moved away.

Like the transparent wings of a midnight dragonfly, it cannot carry the desolation of darkness.

Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt a touch of sadness in her heart, as if she saw a vast and majestic mountain thousands of miles away, falling apart in an instant.

It’s so beautiful, so beautiful and so cold, deep snow falls in the long sky, and a fallen butterfly trembles in the snow.

The dark room was silent, and my thoughts were flowing, until it was broken by a burst of chaotic footsteps.

"Brother Wei! Brother Wei!" It was Yan Huaishi's voice, "Are you still there?"

Feng Zhi moved slightly, not knowing how to answer for a while. The man behind him chuckled again, and suddenly pushed her. Feng Zhi slightly leaned forward and fell, and a cool and soft robe brushed her cheek. With the light fragrance, she stretched out her hand, and the clothes passed through her fingers like a flowing spring.

With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Yan Huaishi stood in the sunshine.

Feng Zhiwei looked back subconsciously. In the dark room, the beds, tables and chairs were submerged in the light gray mist, with cups and silent corpses falling on all sides. Everything just happened seemed like a dream.

The weather is gradually getting hotter, the sunlight is like flowing fire, and the imperial city is towering, all seeming to be frozen in still time by the intense heat.