Chapter 144

The old man was still smiling. Then he asked her how she felt. Feng Zhiwei looked at the smile and felt cold.

With a smile on her face, she exchanged greetings with the old man. She quickly walked back to the back room. Her fingers trembled when she pushed the door. She was afraid that when she opened the door, there would be two bloody corpses.

When the door opened, Ning Yi and Chun Yu Meng were both there. Chunyu snored and his mouth flowed. Ning Yi did not lie down and sat down. When the door opened, his shoulders tightened and he relaxed.

Feng Zhi was slightly relieved and knew that the other party might still be searching at the foot of the mountain. Before he came to join him, he quickly walked to Chunyu Meng's bedside and shook him: "wake up, wake up!"

Chunyu Meng but not awake.

A good martial arts, and in such an environment, but still sleep like this, needless to say there is a problem, Feng Zhiwei thought of the tea, secretly regretted that his vigilance was not enough.

Ning Yi said in a light way: "don't worry about him, let's go."

Fengzhi looks back.

"As soon as the old man opened his mouth, I knew there was a problem." Ning Yi is concise and comprehensive, "most of the hunters in jiyangshan are immigrants from northern Xinjiang during the early years of the war, and their accent is northerly. This man shows his presence in the local dialect, and his attitude is too generous."

The man even knew this. Feng Zhiwei was a little frightened. He quickly helped Ning Yi to shake Chun Yu Meng. Chun Yu Meng seemed to know something wrong. He struggled for a long time, opened his eyes and said, "go..." I went to sleep again.

Feng Zhiwei looked at him and suddenly said, "since you know there is a problem at the beginning, why don't you stop him from drinking tea?"

"There must be someone to drink, otherwise it will cause suspicion and more trouble." Rather chess or that look, light don't look at her one eye, "you drink? Or do I drink? I think it's better to drink Chunyu. "

Feng Zhiwei looked at him, his face like flowers, elegant bamboo, his heart like snow, his heart like ice.

"You go..." Chunyu was sweating and struggling to wake up. He climbed out of bed with a knife and cut him on his arm first. He woke up with blood and said in a low voice, "go - I'll block..."

Ning Yi looks back, Zai Zai looks at him carefully, and then says: "good."

Duan cliff, we do not know the front of the Phoenix, we can climb down from the high cliff

In the middle of the afternoon, Yu chunran takes out his pen and climbs out of the back window.

The mountain is wet and slippery, and the wind is blowing. Feng Zhiwei grabs Ning Ning Yi's hand and crawls out carefully. She feels that his hand is cold to the bone, and he feels her hand is boiling hot into his heart.

The ground is covered with moss, which is extremely greasy. No one dares to let go of it. The fingers cling tightly and climbs out of a section. Below is half of the cliff.

Feng Zhiwei leaned over and looked at the cliff, thinking that it was not a problem in ordinary days. At the moment, he was injured in his body, which was a little difficult.

Suddenly, I heard a roar from afar. It was Chunyu's fierce voice, which was gushing out of the rear window of the cabin a few feet away.

The sound, like a sword, pierced the night, shaking the rocks on all sides and rolling down the cliff.

The mountain wind is more intense, and the wind blows up the clothes and slaps them on the face, which is heavy and painful. Some people in the house fight and struggle with their lives. Outside, two people lie on the slippery rocks, motionless and silent.

The wind was colder than the ice cellar, and their confusion spread in the cold wind. Their faces were cut, and the sound cut people's heart, but in the next moment, it stopped suddenly.

It was as sudden as an explosion, and sudden in silence.

Silence was restored on all sides, but it was more oppressive.

In addition to the sound of mountain wind, it seems that even the breath is frozen. Ning Yi drops his eyes and has no expression. Feng Zhi turns her head slightly and her eyes are bright.

After a long time, Ning Yi pushed Feng Zhiwei and motioned her to go down first.

Feng Zhiwei finds a protruding rock under the cliff and carefully moves down. Then he comes to pick up Ning Yi. Ning Yi slowly comes down. Seeing that he is about to step on the rock, he suddenly leans over.

In the emergency, Fengzhi tiny knee a top, bang a stuffy sound on the top of the cliff, instead of the rock to hold Ning Yi's foot, because of the force is too strong, the knee suddenly a piece of flesh and blood.

Ning Yi trembled, subconsciously to shrink.

Feng Zhiwei raised his hand and grasped 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's body trembled.

Feng Zhiwei, with a knee on the cliff, looks up at him, remembers the laxity of his eyes at the first glance in the cellar, remembers that the first action he took when he met himself was to smell the breath of blood and fire, that he didn't know his own injury, and that he had been faced with an eye bug, and that thing, she looked at it carelessly, and all the rest of her eyes burst into tears.

It was her negligence. Since Chunyu Meng was pulled away by Ning Yi, he avoided looking at it directly. How could Ning Yi, who was facing up to the eye, escape?

On the top of his head, Ning Yi had calmed down, and said faintly, "it doesn't matter. I know the origin of this thing. There's a way to solve it, but it's not possible for now."

Feng Zhiwei "um", looked up and said with a smile: "now let me be your eyes."Her tone is light, with a little usual Shulang, a gentle sentence, but like the fierce mountain wind, Ning Yi shakes again. He leans down his face and "looks" at Feng Zhiwei with a gray vision. Although the face is invisible, what he sees is not true, however, he can imagine her expression at the moment. Her eyebrows are light and her eyes are dim in autumn reflecting the light of the moon , bright and bright.

This woman, the more dangerous the moment, the more color, you can see her yielding and soft, but can not see her crying confused.

Overhead has been silent, Feng Zhiwei a little surprised to look up, rather chess has turned his face, way: "good."

The answer is simple, but Feng Zhiwei feels that there seems to be some special meaning in this word. However, from her point of view, she can no longer see Ning Yi's expression.

"Be careful." Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, or stretched out her arms to hold Ning Yi's knee socket. She was under him. Only in this posture could he ensure that the blind Ning Yi would not slip on the cliff. However, it was almost half hugged and his face was almost close to his legs. Fengzhiwei turned his face and told himself that he was in urgent need of power ten thousand times, but his ear still glowed suspiciously 。

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