Gu Nanyi finally carried Shao Ning to break through the encirclement, leaving Feng Zhiwei in the house to ponder and wait for him to come back, always feeling that Young Master Gu seemed to have changed since the death of the crown prince - for example, before, he almost never left her, but now he is relieved to leave her. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, the real scourge is Shao Ning, as soon as Gu Nanyi took her away, the whistle attacks on all sides immediately followed, Feng Zhiwei was not worried about Gu Nanyi's safety, after all, this was at the feet of the Son of Heaven, extremely close to the palace, Ning Yi missed a blow, and he would not be able to chase and kill to the end.

I hope that Princess Shaoning will learn this lesson and not be reckless in dating her in the future.

She fumbled to light the candle, the corpse on the ground lay in silence with wide eyes, as if she didn't understand why she suddenly became a scapegoat, Feng Zhiwei looked down at him, and sighed: "You appeared too fast...... Being a spy is not so anxious. ”

If it weren't for the spies, how could they rush in so in time? If it wasn't for a spy, why did he call Shao Ning as soon as she came in to try to determine her location?

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

The four sides gradually fell silent, the bloody qi in the dark room was silent, and the candle in her hand was cold and slippery, and it felt like a snake - Feng Zhiwei suddenly felt that there was something uneasy in the darkness on all sides, and she was pressed heavily.

She remembered that the flint was on the small table on the couch, but when she touched it, it was gone, but fortunately there was a flint in her own arms, and with a bang, the candle was burning.

The fire is on.

I couldn't see anything clearly in the first moment, and suddenly it went out.

Feng Zhi was slightly startled, and reached out to touch the candle, but there was no residual heat that was lit at all, as if the firelight just now was just an illusion.

The candle seemed to be suddenly shorter—someone cut off the lit candle with extremely fast sword qi?

Feng Zhiwei didn't dare to retreat out of the door at this time - if there was someone in the house, she turned around and fled, which was equivalent to selling her back to others, and if there was someone outside the house, she retreated, which was equivalent to sending herself to the tip of the gun.

She pursed her lips and lit the candle again.

The fire is lit and then extinguished.

As soon as it turned on and went out, Feng Zhiwei suddenly threw the candle in his hand to the southwest in front of him, and then quickly slid backwards.

Bang hit something, but it was not the door panel in the calculation, and the back seemed to be hard and soft, slightly elastic, and then the body tightened, and it was tightly held.

The embrace was not suffocating, but she couldn't move at all, a faint manly breath pressed, the man held her in his arms, her ears and temples grinded, the breath was behind her ears, soft and moist, and suddenly she sweated slightly, sticky and messy, and itchy.

Feng Zhi struggled slightly, immediately gave up, and with a flick of his fingers, a dagger fell silently down his sleeve and slid into his palm.

This was the inspiration she had when she saw Ning Ji being knifed in her sleeve that day, and after she went back, she designed a thin-leaf dagger with a slip chain in her sleeve, which could fall silently with a pull of her fingers.

The dagger is in the palm of your hand, and with a flick of your fingers, you can go straight to the vital point of the opponent's waist and ribs.

The man behind him suddenly let out a low sigh.

The sigh was long, like the wind sweeping through the branches and leaves, shattering silently at the tips of the leaves, so low that it was inaudible, but it seemed to be thundering on the side of the ears, Feng Zhi was slightly shocked, the dagger froze between his fingers, and even his body was completely stiff.

Suddenly, the person behind him had reached over gently, grabbed the palm of her knife with great accuracy, and almost playfully held the thin knife and her slender fingers in the palm of his hand, rubbing the knife surface with his fingertips, and gently folded it.

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

The knife flew out, but his hand did not let go, took her fingers, rubbed them again and again, his palms were also bright and delicate, only some thin calluses were born on the side of the fingers, and the hardness touched her softness, like fine sandpaper gently grinding through the soft heart, and there was a slight pain in the slight itch.

She lowered her eyes, silent, and motionless, drifting back in the crashing waves, not in the mood to experience the beauty of the moment—for he was holding her, and his fingertips were pressing against her chest.

The man seemed to be unaware of his gentle killer, he bowed his head slightly, he couldn't get closer to her, his breath was entangled, even his hair was silently tangled, hanging together, brushing her cheeks and his neck, soft and cool, like the mood at the moment.

So he tilted his head.

This was a slight gesture that gripped the edge of her cheeks.

The slightly cool and delicate lips swept over the cheeks that were as delicate as jade, like green leaves brushing over the pearlescent water, splashing ripples and layers of water ripples, rippling silently.

Both were shaken.

In the darkness, the man seemed to settle, breathing slightly, then calmed down again, and quietly moved away.

Like the transparent wings of a dragonfly at midnight, it can't carry the desolation of darkness.

Feng Zhiwei felt a faint sadness in his heart, as if he saw 100,000 miles of majestic rivers and mountains, and fell apart in an instant.

It was so beautiful, so beautiful that it was cold, and it was snowing in the long sky, and a butterfly trembled in the snow.

The dark room was silent, and thoughts flowed until they were broken by a jumble of footsteps.

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

Feng Zhi moved slightly, and didn't know how to answer for a while, the person behind him chuckled again, and suddenly pushed her with his hand, Feng Zhi leaned over and fell, with a cool and soft coat brushing her cheeks, with a light fragrance, she stretched out her hand, and the clothes flowed from her fingers in a flash.

With a squeak, the wooden door opened, and Yan Huaishi stood in the sunlight.

Feng Zhiwei subconsciously looked back, in the gloomy room, the beds, tables and chairs were sunk in the light gray light mist, and there were cups and silent dead bodies falling on all sides, everything just now was like a dream.