Chapter 62

"Good, go." Feng Zhiwei made way with a fake smile, "it must be."

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

"Because." Feng Zhiwei held his shoulder and pushed him out. He said, "you are my man."

Gu Nanyi finally takes Shaoning to break through the encirclement, leaving Feng Zhiwei to meditate in the room. When he comes back, he always feels that master Gu has changed since the death of the prince. For example, he almost never leaves her in the past, but now he still feels relieved to leave her.

However, the real disaster is Shaoning. As soon as Gu Nanyi takes her away, the whistles and attacks from all sides immediately follow. Feng Zhiwei doesn't worry about Gu Nanyi's safety. After all, it's under the emperor's feet. It's very close to the palace. If Ning Yi fails to hit her, he can't pursue her to the end.

I hope Princess Shaoning can learn from this lesson and never date her rashly.

She fumbled to light the candle. The corpse in the ground lay silent with wide eyes. She didn't seem to understand how she suddenly became a scapegoat. Feng Zhiwei looked down at him and sighed, "you appear too fast It's not so anxious to be a spy. "

If it's not a spy, how can you rush in so timely? If it is not a spy, why call Shaoning to try to determine her location as soon as she comes in?

Shao Ning didn't understand, but Feng Zhiwei thought about it in an instant. There were few people in the world who could cope with her strain.

The four sides gradually became quiet, and the blood in the dark room was silent. The candle in her hand was cold and greasy, and felt like a snake. Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that there was something disturbing her in the darkness around her. She was forced to come.

She remembered that the flint was on the table on the couch, but it was not seen when she went to touch it. Fortunately, she had a flint in her arms. With a click, the candle was burning.

The fire lights up.

In the first light, I didn't see anything, and suddenly it went out.

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

The candle seemed to be suddenly shorter - someone cut off the lighted candle with a quick sword?

Feng Zhiwei didn't dare to step back to the door at this time. If someone was in the room, she would turn around and run away. If there was someone outside, she would sell her back to others. If there was someone outside, she would step back and put herself on the tip of a gun.

She pursed her lips and lit the candle again.

When the fire lights up, it goes out again.

As soon as it was on and off, Feng Zhiwei suddenly threw the candle to the southwest in front of her body, and then quickly slid back.

Bang hit something, but not in the calculation of the door panel, behind like hard and soft, micro elastic, and then the body a tight, has been tightly held.

The embrace was not tight, but she couldn't move at all. The faint man's breath forced her. The man held her in his arms, and his ears were touching each other. The breath was soft and moist behind his ears. All of a sudden, he had a slight sweat, sticky hair and itching.

Fengzhi micro struggle not to move, immediately give up, finger a turn, a dagger quietly fell down the sleeve, sliding in the palm.

This is the inspiration that she saw the knife in Ning Ji's sleeve that day. After she went back, she designed a thin leaf dagger with sliding chain in her sleeve, which could drop down quietly with a pull of her finger.

The dagger is in the palm, a finger can be straight into the other side's waist rib.

The man behind him suddenly gave a low sigh.

The sigh is long and long, like the wind passing through the rustling branches and leaves, breaking silent at the tip of the leaves, so low as to be inaudible, but it seems that the thunder is ringing in the ear. The Phoenix knows that it is slightly shocked, and the dagger is frozen between the fingers, and the body is completely rigid.

After a stiff, the man behind her has reached out gently, extremely accurate hold of her hand holding the knife, almost playing, holding the thin knife and her slender fingers together in the palm, fingertips rubbing the blade face, gently fold.

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

When the knife flew out, his hand did not let go. He held her finger and rubbed it again and again. His palm was also shining and delicate. There were only some thin cocoons on the side of the finger. The hardness touched her softness. It was like a fine sandpaper gently grinding through the soft heart, giving birth to a slight pain in the slight itching.

She drooped her eyes, did not speak, did not move, in the surf in the back, there is no mood to experience this moment, so beautiful - because he is holding her, but the fingertip is pressing her chest big hole.

The man seemed to be oblivious to his gentle killer. His posture of slightly lowering his head was so close to her that he could not get closer to her. His breath and breath were intertwined with each other. Even his hair was tangled silently, hanging together and brushing her cheek and his neck. It was soft and cool, just like the mood at the moment.

So he turned his head.

This deviation was getting tired of her cheek.

Cool and moist lips from the same delicate jade cheek edge, like green leaves still from the green onion across the pearly water, splashing ripples, layers of water lines faint, rippling away quietly.

Both of them were shocked.

In the dark, the man seemed to have settled down, breathed a little, and then calmed down and quietly let go.

Like the transparent wings of a dragonfly in the middle of the night, it can't carry the cool of darkness.Fengzhi micro heart, suddenly a light sadness, like to see a hundred thousand miles of majestic rivers and mountains, in an instant break away from the watchman.

This is so beautiful, beautiful to the cold, long days under the snow, shivering in the snow a falling Wing Butterfly.

There was no sound in the dark room, and the mind was flowing until it was broken by a series of foot sounds.

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

Feng Zhi moved and did not know how to answer for a moment. The man behind him chuckled again and suddenly pushed her. Fengzhi fell down slightly. Her cold and soft clothes brushed her cheek, with a light fragrance. She held out her hand, and the clothes ran from her fingers like a spring.

With a squeak, the wooden door opens and Yan Huaishi stands in the sunshine.

Feng Zhiwei subconsciously looks back, the gloomy room, the bed, the table and the chair sink in the light gray fog, the cup cup cup and the silent corpse fall on all sides, all just like a dream.

The heat of the day, like the heat of the day, was still.

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