Chapter 154

She is really dying Dead tired.

He faintly heard Ning Yi's low "um" and said, "it's not the crime of war."

"Yes." Feng Zhi slightly tired of drooping eyelashes, feel eyelids heavy as heavy, bolt countless big iron ball, "just I was infected by you, bad luck."

"I think I was hurt by you." It's better to play chess one step at a time.

Feng Zhiwei didn't have the strength to fight. He said lazily, "Oh..."

A sudden pain in the back of the hand, is Ning Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched her fiercely, "know Wei, don't sleep, don't sleep."

Feng Zhi micro silent smile, suddenly listen to Ning Yi asked her: "why do you want to come to save me?"

Feng knew that she was too tired to answer, but Ning Yi couldn't stop pinching her, "talk! Do you dare to answer my question? Do you really want to help me or do you have a different purpose? Why did you talk to me that day? What do you know? "

This man is noisy Feng Zhiwei thinks about the problems of Ning Yi with his extremely dull thinking at the moment. He just feels that the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks about it, the more he falls down in Ning Yi's arms and murmurs: "it's all stupid questions..."

Ning Yi hugged her. For a moment, he was dizzy. He began to think that he was tired, and then he thought he had been hit by Feng Zhi. However, he suddenly smelled a strange smell at the end of his nose. He was stunned and suddenly realized.

That group of people in the Jianghu are smoking poison outside the door!

Feng Zhiwei was exhausted after a long battle. He was concerned about Feng Zhiwei. His eyes were inconvenient and he didn't notice it.

At this time, he also felt that all the fatigue in his body surged up in a moment, and the pain that had been cutting his internal organs was surging forward. He suffocated his breath, and the light blue color appeared on the tip of his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.

Oneself It's almost impossible

Holding on to Feng Zhiwei in her arms, her thin body is a small group in her arms, like a child. Some soft parts touch him, warm and soft, which makes people think of all the pink and beautiful things in the world. At the moment, he has no imagination. He just wants to hold her tightly in his arms and sit down to the end of the road.

Perhaps it is not reconciled, a cavity of ambition, Wang Tu overlord. However, it seems that the tranquility and tranquility of the halberd temple can not be accepted. It seems that the tranquility and tranquility of the temple can not be accepted, but it is not so rare.

He gradually lowered his eyes, no longer trying to wake up Feng Zhiwei, slender fingers trembled, put in her eyebrows.

My eyebrows and eyelashes are tinged with perspiration, like dew on the morning flowers. The light of the fire is peeling off. The sound of rain at night is far and near. There are wisps of rain and fog coming in from the cracks of the broken wall.

In a trance, it seems that music is playing from afar. It is the sound of flute.

Qingyue, desolate, ethereal and remote Xiao, from the long days, hanging down from the Milky way, a line of bright light, thousands of miles of clear sound, suddenly across the mountains and seas, straight into the hearts of the people.

A dream of rivers and mountains.

The mountains and rivers in a dream are like a dream. How many years have your heart been like this? Who throws the lofty feelings in your life? Even though the silver bottle is broken, it is only a hundred years of wealth and wealth that will eventually return to the Loess Plateau. The hegemonic emperor's map is buried behind him. He is lonely all over the world, and he comes to rest late.

Ning Yi's chaotic mind, with the sound of the flute approaching, gradually sober, such as by the hand of the gods, to remove the dark clouds.

The Phoenix in my arms suddenly moved.

Ning Yi lowered his head and gently patted her shoulder, "know Wei, wake up, you listen."

Feng Zhiwei struggled in his arms, supporting her head and closing her eyes to listen to the sound of the flute. Her slightly shrugged shoulders were as thin as butterfly wings in winter. It seemed that she had lost a lot of weight in the past two days. Ning Yi felt that her palms were on it, and they all felt pain.

The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer. It seems that there is some supernatural power in the sound of the flute. People outside also seem to stop their hands and have a flurry of panic.

Feng Zhiwei raised his head, and Ning Yi looked at each other and saw a touch of joy in each other's eyes.

At this time, they still had no strength, so they had to rely on each other quietly and listen to the sound of the flute. The ancient temple covered by the night rain was silent, the fire was cold and the drizzle was quiet. They sat on the ground in the dense mist in the deep hall, and their robe corners were slowly scattered by the night dew.

All of a sudden, I feel peaceful in my heart, and everything is not in my mind. Not only is this river and mountain but also a dream. In this world, all kinds of bitterness and hatred, ambition, and mysteries all seem to be free and easy to give up at this moment, laugh again and let go of the world of mortals.

Feng Zhiwei didn't realize that he was very close to Ning Yi.

Ning Yi didn't find himself holding her shoulder.

The quietest moment in my life, this is the closest distance for me to remove my guard.

After a long time, Ning Yi gently said: "this song is natural and unrestrained, with noble spirit and arrogance in desolation. It is absolutely beyond the ability of ordinary people in the world."

Feng Zhiwei "um" said, "it's really a fascinating character."

They looked at the direction and waited for the man to come near to see the real face of Lushan Mountain. But they heard a roar in the nearer place, breaking through the clouds and rocks, splitting the air and startling the electricity. In a flash, they approached!

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and it was no longer close.Two people in the hall were surprised. Ning Yi listened to the whistling sound, and suddenly burst out a stronger joy in his eyes.

At first, the howling sound was still in the distance, and in an instant it arrived. Then there was a burst of exclamation in the outer hall. Feng Zhiwei faintly heard the piercing voice of the leader's panic: "Tianzhan..."

He did not finish a sentence, suddenly a cry, followed by a heavy "bang" sound, hit the door of the side hall, shaking the whole hall seems to shake, for a long time, there is a bright red sticky blood, snake slowly flowing through the gap under the door.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the bloodstream and thought about the leader's martial arts. He felt that even in his heyday, he was not necessarily an opponent. However, he was killed by a face-to-face encounter. It was a real success.

Thinking of the sentence "Tianzhan", I was moved again - Tianzhan family? Zhan Shi, who has been in charge of the people's Republic of China and controlled the black and white for many years?

This family has already existed as a God in the river and lake. No wonder the people outside are so scared. But the people of this family, who are called the royal family, have never been involved with the people in the imperial court. How could they fight for them?

Who is Ning Yi's face?

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