Chapter 644:

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"Lü..." It was another long hiss, Xiao Bai, who was tied to the back of the team alone, suddenly broke the reins, and chased after him.
The group of horses rushed by, the momentum was amazing, people dodged, the car was tossed about, the car curtain was swayed up, and Feng Zhiwei couldn't stabilize her figure, she looked down at her lap in her busy schedule. Changed instantly.
Ning Yi!
The guards under the carriage stumbled to chase, shouting: "Dai Fei-Da Fei..."
Obviously dragged others to fight for him, but also said that he helped others solve the enemy. Naturally, he was the guardian of Ning Cheng. He was happy to send the master away and played happily. Hearing this, he quickly turned back and asked : "Ah? What concubine?"
The captain of the was pounding his chest, worrying that he would hit the pot on this mission. Hearing this sentence, he said angrily, "That is the concubine of Huzhuo's last generation, King Shunyi, the master of Shengying!"
"Ah?" Ning Cheng was stunned again, almost chopped by the enemy, hid in a daze, then woke up and screamed and chased.
"My mother-Master, I hurt you..."
Ning Cheng cried and annoyed that he was sending sheep into the tiger's mouth, trying to chase the master back, but his horse's buttocks were too ruthless, and the crazy carriage immediately rushed out of the woods into the darkness and couldn't find a shadow.
Ning Cheng stood blankly, biting his finger and watching the smoke disappear on the horizon, thinking in a trance that the moment when the car curtain was just lowered, it seemed to see a classic yellow face flashing behind the curtain. He laughed.
At the time, I didn't take it seriously, and it was creepy at the moment.
A few knives were cut off behind me, Ning Cheng was angry, and once he turned around, he let out a scream: "Grandma's idiot, I killed you..."
There was a loud noise, and the unlucky Ning Cheng stayed in place to kill, but the wagon running in the darkness had already rushed out for miles.
The carriage was very bumpy, and Ning Yi was unconscious on her knees. She was knocked several times to roll off her knees. After Feng Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, he stretched out his arms and embraced his waist.
Her palms were hot and her fingers were cold, but his body seemed colder than her fingers. Feng Zhi touched it slightly, and the spirits shivered.
When the carriage passed a mountain depression, Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened the curtain and looked at it, thinking that the layout above the cliff seemed a little special.
When the carriage passed by, a dark tree on the cliff shook, even in the direction of the wind. I don't know if it was the wind or her illusion?
However, the carriage was still unable to fully control it, so it rushed across the mountain and continued to move forward, leaving the doubt behind him. When the carriage gradually stabilized under the control of Fengzhi, it had reached a low mountain.
It was quiet on all sides, and the wind danced with snowflakes, and the short soldiers just now seemed to be thousands of miles away.
Feng Zhiwei lowered his head and looked quietly at his lap.
He didn't have any blood stains on his body, but his face was pale, his brows and lips were faintly pale, and his mother's appearance in the abandoned palace was exactly the same. Feng Zhiwei saw at a glance that he was a relapse of his old injury.
It turned out that the strange smell of drugs in the village was used to seduce his old wounds. The thing must be very powerful. It seemed to be a kind of cold and strange medicine that was almost extinct.
But...who got caught in the end? Feng Zhiwei thought about the anomaly felt by the mountain pass he had just passed, and laughed lightly.
However, although Ning Yi used his own bait to attract the enemy, he didn't seem to expect Lao Qi's handwriting and determination, so that he was injured by the drug and almost caught himself.
Feng Zhiwei figured out the joints, her eyes slightly depressed, she took the pulse of Ning Yi to make sure that he really had a relapse of his old injuries, and must be dealt with very early.
The man on the lap was as quiet as sleeping. Feng Zhiwei leaned down to stare at him, but he hadn't seen him for a year. He seemed to be thinner again, with light shadows under his lashes, quiet and cool like a crescent moon.
His pulse gate was under her palm at the moment, the pulse was like a flood, and her internal force was hovering at her fingertips, either walking towards Dantian, or walking towards her heart.
The former is to save; the latter is to kill.
Suddenly, the wind was louder, the roar was fierce, and the car curtain rolled and fluttered, and there was a "click", and a grid of debris above him suddenly dropped a stack of letterhead and fell on her hand.
The hula la envelope flew around, she reached out and held it, her hand suddenly stopped.
At the top, it was a secret letter from Qi Shaojun and Hang Ming.
"The king of Chu's yin bird will eventually be detrimental to the great cause. Please ask the girl to survive and die for thousands of subordinates and kill them."
Feng Zhiwei's eyes trembled.
Press the cold finger on his vein door and move slowly.
Move your finger gently.
Ning Yi's eyelashes seemed to tremble.
The tremor was extremely subtle, as if it really happened, and it seemed that it was only Feng Zhiwei's illusion, and her finger was shocked again, the internal force about to gush out, Huo Di withdrew it back.
When I looked down carefully, Ning Yi was still in a deep coma.
The north wind blew the car curtain violently, and a large amount of broken snow came in, and Feng Zhiwei did not move or avoid, nor did he try to cover Ning Yi's snow, letting those snowflakes fall on his own and Ning Yi's face.
Snowflake meets the heated water, the bones are cool, and tears flow down the cheeks.
Feng Zhiwei didn't wipe it, just stared at Ning Yi, hoping that he would be awakened by the snow, so that he wouldn't face embarrassing choices again and again.
However, except for the quasi-real twitching of his eyes, Ning Yi still had no movement. Even the cold snowflakes fell on his face, and he could not wake him up.
Feng Zhiwei frowned as he looked at almost no melting snowflakes on his face.
Ning Yi’s old scar, which she had seen before, was a terrible wound. She didn’t know anything at that time. Later she sorted out her mother’s relics and learned everything that happened to him on the last night. Among them, the seven-year-old child was also difficult to reach as an adult. The scheming and penmanship, swapping the imperial heir, ambushing the tree hole, waiting for the rabbit, almost killing the adoptive father and himself. Finally, if the adoptive father exploded him with the body of the three tigers, pretending to jump off the cliff, maybe he was long gone.
Who is the seven-year-old child, the adoptive father only told the mother to be a prince, and she didn't know which one.