Zhao Xiang'er lowered her head, pursed her thin lips for a while, and said angrily: "I can leave by myself, I don't need you... Well, what are you doing?"
Ning Jiujiu knelt down and put his hand on her sword-holding hand, then pried off her fingers one by one from the sword handle. Zhao Xiang'er remained silent. After a slight resistance, he took the sword away and inserted it back. In that umbrella sheath.
Zhao Xiang'er straightened her long hair again, and kept holding the torn clothes on her chest tightly with her other hand. However, the clothes were originally pressed against her body, and now they were even more stretched after being torn apart. In addition, Zhao Xiang'er was already out of strength, and it was already very difficult to cover up at this moment.
She bit her lower lip, with a slight glimmer of water in her pale eyes. She didn't have the extra spiritual energy to eliminate the palm marks on her face. The burning pain on her left cheek was still burning like a needle, which stung greatly. Her dignity was compromised, not to mention that there was an ungrateful man in front of her who dared to look at her in the most embarrassing state so close.
Her cheeks were a little hot, and the huge fatigue between her bones pressed her body down, as if she was stuck to the ground, unable to move.
In the darkness, the accelerating heartbeat became clearer and clearer. Her body seemed a little fragile at the moment, shaking uncontrollably. The emotions in her heart flowed hotly with the blood, spreading to every corner. She thought this emotion was anger, and thought that if this dead Taoist priest had not shown some kindness to her, she would cut off his limbs and gouge out his eyes when she recovered from her injuries.
Ning Jiujiu didn't know what she was thinking, but he just saw her biting her lower lip, her long eyelashes trembling, her cheeks turning redder, and the fingers holding the clothes were pale and trembling, like I can no longer hold on at any time.
Ning didn't wait for that embarrassing scene to happen for a long time. He turned his back and said softly: "Come up."
There was no response from behind. After a while, Ning Jiujiu suddenly felt something hit his back. He turned his head slightly, only to see that Zhao Xiang'er had fallen over and was half leaning on his back. She had her eyes closed. , the slender eyelashes are still trembling slightly, one hand has fallen down weakly, and the other hand is still instinctively grabbing the front.
She finally lost her energy and passed out.
Ning Jiujiu sighed softly, kneaded away the hand that was clenching her front, then turned his back, folded her arms on both sides of his neck, stood up and leaned forward, carried her on his back, and then held her with both hands. Tighten your slender legs and let them wrap around your waist.
Ning Jiujiu held her arm in front of him and leaned a little more so that she would not slip off easily. At this moment, their bodies were close to each other, and the original soft curves were squeezed out of the way, making them soft and somewhat soft. The strange touch was keenly captured by the senses and quietly disappeared into the depths of consciousness, and a faint fragrance was quickly suppressed by the strong bloody air. The shortness seemed to be just an illusion.
Ning Jiujiu carried her to Ning Xiaoling's side.
The comatose junior sister couldn't make any protest, so Ning Changjiu bent down, picked up her waist with her right hand, and lifted her up in an unseemly manner.
He just dragged his family into the deeper night.
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Linhe City, which was originally sparsely populated, now looked even more cold and dead.
Ning Jiujiu walked to the door of his house and knocked on the door of what was now known as the "Judge's Mansion". No one responded, so Ning Jiujiu pushed the door open and entered.
Ning Qinshui held the judge's pen and stood under the eaves at the junction of the house and the yard. He looked at him nervously and said something he had been planning for a long time:
"You should stop first! I bought you out of you when you were working in that mud house. Now you have learned a swordsmanship. The fate of this is also related to me. Now that the city is in danger, you I always have some kind of master-disciple relationship. That Madam Bai is gone. I am willing to help you collect the fragmented authority so that the bitch can no longer piece together the complete power. Ning Jiujiu, a momentary impulse can not accomplish much, in this world Where are the eternal enemies?”
Ning listened to him quietly for a long time, then pulled out the umbrella sword on Zhao Xiang'er's back and struck the sword across his eyes.
Ning Jiujiu continued to walk forward with the two girls on his back. He walked past Ning Qinshui, crossed the threshold, and walked into the snow in the courtyard.
The moment the Kingdom of God collapsed and the authority of Lord Underworld was shattered, the law of immortality of the undead and the personality of the judge were also annihilated. After the sword strike just now, Ning Qinshui, who had almost exhausted his strength, opened his eyebrows and turned into a dead soul. Make very fine quicksand, scattering little by little into the night.
"You will regret it..." Ning Qinshui turned his head with difficulty, looked at the silent figure from behind, and said: "All your attempts to survive in death are just overdrafting your fate. You... can't escape."
His voice was suppressed and unwilling, and every word sounded like a curse that was filled with hatred to the bone.
The souls that had been killed no matter what before were now dissipating at an irresistible speed. His last words echoed in the yard for a long time like a prophecy.
"I knew when I first saw you that you were destined to be alone. Even if you are lucky enough to survive this time... But just wait, it won't take long, no! It won't take a year, and you will still Lose everything, have nothing..."
Ning Qinshui's soul disappeared, and the judge's pen fell to the ground with a clatter. The ink on it had long dried up, and the soft bristles were tightly stuck together, without any spirituality.
I would rather remain indifferent for a long time.
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In the room, Ning Jiujiu pulled several chairs together, tied the chair legs with ropes, and then smoothly cut off the backs of the chairs to form a simple couch for Ning Xiaoling, who was slightly injured, to lie on it.
Then he came to the bedside and released his hands around his neck, but in the coma, Zhao Xiang'er's instinct seemed to be extremely nervous and sharp. Her arms were a little stiff, and her legs were still tightly wrapped around his body, refusing to let go at all.
Ning Jiujiu massaged a few acupuncture points on her arms, allowing her body to slowly relax. Then he separated her legs from around her body and took her off her back. Both the girl and him were covered in blood and their clothes were covered with blood. The blood stains on his clothes were stuck together after a long period of close contact. He carefully tore away the blood stuck between his clothes and peeled it off bit by bit with his fingers before releasing Zhao Xiang'er from his back. The girl snorted twice. , but did not wake up.
Ning Changjiu held her back with one hand and the crook of her legs with the other, and gently laid her on the bed. He watched calmly for a while, and with his weak breathing, Zhao Xiang'er's chest fell evenly. Moving, just like the gentle sea breeze holding up the fluctuating cold waves of snow and ice floes.
After he confirmed that she was just in a coma due to damage to her innate spirit and exhaustion of spiritual power, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently covered her with a quilt.
Then he came to Ning Xiaoling's side, opened her eyelids and looked at her for a while, then measured a few key pulse points, his brows gradually furrowed and then slowly opened.
Ning Xiaoling's injuries were apparently minor.
In the two months since she entered the peak, her swordsmanship has improved rapidly, but she still hasn't had time to strengthen her body. Earlier, they were knocked off Jiuyu by Madam Bai and smashed to the ground. The one who suffered the most physical damage was Ning Xiaoling. At this moment, There was still a large pool of blood on her back, but she was a cultivator anyway. Although the injuries were serious, she was not life-threatening. However, she probably wouldn't be able to hold the sword for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu held his head, feeling dizzy.
In fact, his injuries should have been more serious than theirs, but for some reason, there was an unknown force in his body that supported him, causing him to get up from the pit twice, draw his sword and leap to Madam Bai, and again in Mingming After falling into coma, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking back now, the height that Madam Bai reached by grabbing Zhao Xiang'er's hair was a distance that could only be reached in one leap at least in the longevity realm.
He didn't know how to describe this feeling.
He felt that his body was like a huge egg, and something was struggling to get out of it. At this moment, the eggshell was full of cracks, but it still needed some key strength to really break it.
When he came to Hecheng on the first day, he had a vague feeling in his heart. It was a clear sense of oppression, but it inspired something deep in his body.
So he stayed in the city, waiting for the opportunity to come.
But at this moment, the feeling was more like depression. He wanted to punch himself in the chest and shatter everything in his chest.
As soon as this thought appeared, he quickly meditated to get rid of distracting thoughts.
Now this city is almost dead, and many ghosts have gathered into resentful spirits. He must not relax his heartstrings and give them a chance to sneak in.
After adjusting his breath for a while, he stabilized Ning Xiaoling's injuries. He found that her hands were cold, so he went to the next room to bring a quilt and wrapped her in it.
The temperature slowly returned to the body, and Ning Xiaoling's slightly wrinkled face gradually relaxed. Ning Jiujiu discovered that at some point, her cheeks had become much thinner again, and they were no longer as round and cute as before.
He moved the last surviving chair and sat beside Zhao Xianger's bed.
Zhao Xiang'er's messy hair was draped on the pillow like seaweed. Her left cheek was red and swollen, and the slap mark still appeared faintly, and the color had not yet faded.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the sticky hair on her cheek. His hand covered the red and swollen cheek. The palm of his hand was as cool as ice. The spiritual power penetrated through the palm, slowly reducing the swelling and scars. When he let go, her cheeks had almost recovered, but they were still slightly red, like a hint of drunkenness.
Ning Jiujiu tucked the quilt for her. His movements were stiff for a while, as if he was struggling with something in his mind. Finally, he restrained a certain thought in his mind, let go of his hand, moved a chair and sat outside the room.
At night, ink splashes into the sky,
He leaned back in the wooden chair, not having the strength or energy to change into the bloody clothes. He only sat outside alone with the heavy smell of blood, looking at the dark sky.
There were no stars in the sky, and the light of the red moon was much dimmed, as if he was the only one in the world waiting for a dawn that would never come.
He sat quietly and thought about many things. The last image in his mind was the scene of Madam Bai turning around and walking into the night.
He always has hidden worries.
He knew that Mrs. Bai would not be able to recover in a short time, but in his memory, there was a hidden green sand jar next to Mrs. Bai. What exactly was the green sand jar? He originally thought it was something like a trump card, but when he was forced to that point today, why didn't she use the green sand jar
This faint worry was like a fog, carrying his thoughts down a little bit.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was a noise in the house.
The chairs collapsed together, and Ning Xiaoling woke up. She moved her body, and then rolled to the ground. Ning Xiaoling groaned in pain. She didn't understand what happened. She felt like She was wrapped in a cocoon, just like she was during the Heart Demon Tribulation, but this cocoon was more comfortable and soft, and she couldn't help but roll subconsciously.
Ning Jiujiu was awakened by the movement. He turned around and looked back. He saw the quilt rolled up like a flower roll rolling around on the floor. After rolling back and forth several times, there was suddenly no movement.
Ning Jiujiu was worried, so he had to push away his sleepiness and tiredness to get up and go to check on Ning Xiaoling's condition. This time, Ning Xiaoling's breathing was smoother and softer. It seemed that he had just rolled too much and fainted. I dropped it and fell asleep again.
Ning Jiujiu sighed, thinking about the way she was turning around just now, he felt like the world was spinning and his head was dizzy. At the end of his consciousness, he turned around and closed the door, then his spirit sank and he fell next to Ning Xiaoling. .
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In the snowy alley, the bone armor on Madam Bai's body has faded away, and the large sword marks have cut open the skin, which has not healed for a long time, making the originally beautiful body look terrifying.
After she walked into an alley, she knelt down directly on the ground.
If the girl holding the two swords just now could strike the last sword again, she might be killed in front of the formation, and then fall into the underworld and have her ashes burned.
She didn't dare to think about that ending.
Not long ago, five spectacular divine pillars towered into the sky, standing in front of them like colorful glass. The brilliance flowing on them was as beautiful as the myth that all the world longed for, and the new divine kingdom was in that almost perfect myth. Logic opens up its most magnificent corner.
But all of this was in vain at this moment.
How can a dilapidated longevity environment support her years of grand planning
She raised her hand and took the green sand jar from the void beside her shoulder. She grabbed the edge of the green sand jar, climbed a few steps, crushed the white snow on the ground, and then leaned against the wall, holding the green sand jar. Qing Sha Guan'er hugged her tightly.
After a long time, she woke up from the dream several times, and her tense arms relaxed a little. She didn't dare to look at the ugly sword marks on her chest that cut into the bone marrow. Instead, she stared at the jar, and finally seemed relieved. He held the jar in his hand like a wine jar, pressed the rough edge to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all.
There is no big secret in this green sand jar.
What was inside was a jar of river water that she had used when cooking herself. She kept this with her because she hoped that she would always remember the pain of that day, and that this pain could be like brewing purer wine. , until the day when the Kingdom of God is completed, drink it all in one gulp.
But now the celebratory wine has become so depressing.
The water naturally contained a lot of spirituality, but it was not enough to make up for her injuries. When she drank water, she drank a foot of the sandy river's surface.
"Sister Bai..."
At the corner of the street, a figure suddenly appeared.
Madam Bai raised her head, looked at the figure that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the alley, and narrowed her eyes in surprise.
Shu Bai stepped on the snow one foot at a time and slowly came to her side, then squatted down and knelt in front of her.
Madam Bai sneered: "Why do you kneel down to me? I'm just using you from beginning to end. You don't have to be sentimental."
Shubai lowered his head and said stubbornly: "Sister Bai was very kind to me in those years, I will always remember it."
Mrs. Bai said: "What do you know about good and bad things?"
Shubai pursed his lips and did not answer. His hands were stuck in the snow, holding a ball of snow tightly and melting it little by little.
Cold to the bone.
Mrs. Bai asked: "How did you get here?"
In her memory, when the long bridge broke, he was at the other end.
Shubai answered truthfully: "I came from that river."
Madam Bai was surprised. She looked at him for a while and then said in a much softer voice, "Do you know your origin now?"
Shubai nodded: "I understand."
Madam Bai hummed and said: "But you don't have to think who you are dependent on. From now on, no one can control you. The Kingdom of God has collapsed, but Fengdu, which is just a dead city, is still intact. As the Palace of Yama Lord, you are least affected, and this is your blessing.”
Shu Bai raised his head, looked at Madam Bai, and said seriously: "I don't care about these."
Mrs. Bai asked: "Then what do you care?"
Shubai said softly: "Sister Bai... you come with me. Let's go out of the city together to the deserted place in the southern wilderness, okay? I will protect you."
Madam Bai chuckled and said: "Fool, you are the master of the palace now, there is no way you can escape."
The light in Shubai's eyes dimmed a lot.
Madam Bai smiled self-deprecatingly again and said: "What's more, you can see how I can get out. There are still many people in this city who want to kill me. When they regain their strength, I... won't be able to escape. "
Shubai closed his eyes and did not answer. His body was trembling as if he was struggling.
Madam Bai looked at him, with a slight hint of charm in her calm tone: "Why don't you go and kill them now. Then you won't have to worry about anything. I can slowly think of ways to help you get rid of the shackles of this city. When the time comes, we will leave together and go to Nanzhou, Middle Earth, Western Kingdom... Or maybe those legendary desperate situations, we can take our time to see... No one in this city is your opponent now, and if it is later, it will be too late."
Shubai lowered his head, and the snow he held tightly in his hands gradually melted into water. He never answered, but his arms stuck in the snow kept shaking.
Mrs. Bai thought he was struggling for something, and wanted to persuade her a few more words, but she saw Shubai raised his head, his face was wrinkled tightly, something suddenly rolled down from his eyes, and he was filled with tears in an instant. Face with tears.
He stared at Mrs. Bai's slightly blurred face and choked with sobs: "Sister Bai, how long are you going to lie to me?"
Madam Bai looked at the great sadness on his face, and the words swirling on her lips were blown away in the snowy alley.
Only then did she remember that five years had passed and Shubai had grown up a lot. After what he had experienced today, he was no longer the little boy who obeyed her orders.
After surviving for so many years, not to mention being dragged into this situation by several teenage children, now he can't even deceive the children he raised. How ridiculous.
She laughed self-deprecatingly, folding her arms to cover up the extremely ugly sword wound, her long hair hanging down, covering her body like a dark coffin.
Shu Bai stretched out his arms and wiped away the tears on his face. He raised his head and looked at Madam Bai seriously, saying: "Master told me that making soup with white spirit bones can lead to immortality. Sister Bai, come over You have helped me so much, now... I want to repay you, I can give you immortality! As long as you promise me, after you live, don't kill people randomly again... "
Madam Bai's eyes moved slightly, and the greed in her heart sprang up like evil fire. She stared at Shu Bai, thinking about his words, her expression a little hot. However, not long after, she sneered, the light in her eyes extinguished, and leaned against the wall helplessly. She didn't know whether she was unable or unwilling to Shu Bai's proposal, but she just said lightly: "Your bones are worth it." How many kilograms and taels of soup can I make?"
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When Ning Jiujiu woke up, he found that he was sleeping on the bed with something cold around his neck. He touched it and immediately withdrew his hand.
That's a sword.
In the darkness, Zhao Xiang, who had changed into a loose white dress, was sitting beside the bed like a ghost. The sword in her hand was pressed against his neck. Her cold face was not clear whether it was pretending to be fierce or not. In short, she looked a bit scary. .
Ning Changjiu held the edge of the sword with his fingers, pushed it aside, and said, "What are you doing, Your Highness? The Empress of Zhao repaid kindness with revenge. Spreading this matter will damage His Highness's reputation."
Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly, and said without moving the hand holding the sword: "Be honest, I will ask you a few questions, and answer them truthfully. If you dare to talk glibly again, you will inevitably suffer pain in your flesh and blood!"
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(There is only one chapter today... but it’s a pretty big 0.0)