In Middle-earth, Ancient Spirit Sect, gray fog is pressing down on the city.
This was Ning Xiaoling's third month in the Ancient Spirit Sect. She still had an unreal feeling when she looked at the dragon-like auras of death floating in the air.
The Ancient Spirit Sect is not as pure swordsmanship as the Yujian Tian Sect. There are techniques to control spirits, swordsmanship, and alchemy involving ancient gods. There are more than a hundred kinds of major and minor techniques. Ning Xiaoling did not major in the swordsmanship that she was most familiar with, but chose the path of the dead that led directly to the netherworld.
Living beings are dying all the time between heaven and earth, and the Ancient Spirit Sect sits in the ruins of the underworld and monopolizes most of the netherworld spiritual energy. The other dozen or so small sects in Middle-earth that practice this way have to pay homage every year in order to be able to reluctantly Get a piece of the pie.
When Ning Xiaoling first entered the sect, she was awarded a brass ring—all the inner disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect had such a ring, and each ring contained a fragment of authority.
Of course, this fragment of authority the size of a fingernail cannot function, but it is quite beneficial to spiritual practice and is also a symbol of status.
After Ning Xiaoling came here, she felt how abundant the spiritual energy of the large sect was. Between the towering stone cliffs in the sect, there was a famous blue-green sky waterfall. It was surrounded by dark colors. It is particularly eye-catching in Guling Sect. What flows in the waterfall is not water, but the spiritual power that is extremely concentrated and transformed into a human form. It condenses from the sharp cliff at the top of the mountain and falls along the cliff, making a roaring sound like a real waterfall.
This is a scene Ning Xiaoling has never seen before in Nanzhou.
In this sect, the hierarchy is also extremely strict. It is far different from that of Yujian Tianzong. The peak master can still come to class when he has nothing to do...
Apart from the practitioners who taught them swordsmanship and sorcery, she had rarely seen anyone of higher rank.
These practitioners who specialize in teaching people are called Mr. Shuo Ling. Each Mr. Shuo Ling is strictly selected. Their realm is not high, only the peak of longevity, and their task in the sect is to teach the younger generations. Practitioners send off new generations one after another, and this continues throughout their lives.
Ning Xiaoling said that Mr. Ling was a tall woman. Before Ning Xiaoling came, she had nine young monks under her command. This made the spiritual teacher unhappy for a long time, because she believed that nine is the number of destiny, and anything more than one is a variable, which is unlucky.
But fortunately, Xiao Ling was extremely ambitious. After she came to the sect, she practiced hard and her realm improved by leaps and bounds. In just two months, she was able to enter the "Yellow Spring" to temper her body without any harm, and she became famous among the younger generation.
Every year at the beginning of winter, all the younger generation will have a big test. Those who pass will go to the next level of practice, while those who fail will continue to stay and wait for the next year's test.
Ning Xiaoling knew that two or three of his classmates had failed the exam for five consecutive years, and the limit allowed for each practitioner was seven years. She looked at their thinning hair and thought about how such a large number of practitioners Not everyone is a genius.
Well, only senior brother is the real genius...
She has seen many amazing and talented people here, but compared with her senior brothers, they always seemed a bit ordinary.
And she had also heard someone jokingly say to her that Ning Xiaoling's age should be changed to "zero" because apart from practicing Taoism, she cared almost nothing about other things.
But something happened in October, which not only shocked the land in the southeast of Middle-earth, but also made Ning Xiaoling's heart tremble, worrying about the Zhao Kingdom thousands of miles away.
The forces in China are divided, and there are more than a thousand sects of various sizes, but among them, the only one that is really powerful is the Yijian Pavilion on the fourth floor of the Eight Gods Sect.
The Ancient Spirit Sect is one of the Eight Divine Sects and has a great reputation.
The fourth floor is like a seat on a chessboard, standing upright at the four corners. If the whole of Middle-earth is a kingdom of God, then these four towers that reach the sky are the pillars of the mythology and logic of Middle-earth. Their history is too great. Too long, too long to be studied.
Jiange was originally just a dilapidated sect that was about to decline, but after the catastrophe five hundred years ago, the most legendary master of Jiange took over the sword that opened the sect of Jiange, and visited the thirty-six sword sects of Middle-earth with his sword. From then on, Middle-earth The nine sword masters revoked their titles, and he was the only one to be called a saint. The name of the Sword Master has flourished in Zhongzhou since then, and everyone knows it. Rumor has it that his sword is so fast that it can cut through time.
But apart from that, there is another place that is well-known to the whole world. That place is called Ten Thousand Demons City. Ten Thousand Demons City is located to the north of Ancient Spirit Sect. Many talented monks have entered the city with their solitary swords, but no one has ever come out alive. The reason is that on the gate of the City of Ten Thousand Demons there are eight characters: "He who comes is a guest" and "He who carries a sword dies".
But this time, this sensational event did not happen in the Eight Sects, Four Floors and One Pavilion, but in the Eighty-one Kingdoms of Middle-earth.
There are eighty-one countries in China, big and small, but there are only seven really big countries among them. Each of these seven countries is the hegemon. The other small countries outside these seven should have similar strength. However, in recent years, China has become the largest country in the world. To the southeast, there is a country that is devouring it and rising rapidly.
That emerging country was called the Kingdom of Thunder.
The Kingdom of Lei was born in a land of barren mountains and rivers. There is a large area of Lei Ze surrounding this small country in the mountains. Although it is protected by nature, there is no danger of enemy intrusion. But the barren mountains there stretch, the land is barren, and vegetation is difficult to grow. There are even rumors that there is an ancient evil god suppressed under Lei Ze, and the people of Lei Kingdom are all sacrifices to the ancient god.
But a few years ago, the Lei Kingdom gave birth to a female emperor. This female emperor was very young and extremely talented. Before she reached the age of twenty, she had already entered the realm of the Purple Court and led the country's middle school. The people have carved out a way of life in the harsh mountains and rivers. In the past few years, she fought in the south and north, defeated the many with less, and actually occupied all the land of several small countries around her.
The Empress of the Thunder Kingdom unfurled their flag, which was a black flag with a thunder bird on it.
Recently, the Empress' birthday was approaching. She hosted a grand banquet and invited almost all the famous sects in the southeast corner of Middle-earth.
As an outstanding disciple of Gu Ling Sect, Ning Xiaoling also accompanied the team to the banquet.
The Thunder Kingdom uses the Thunder Pond as a moat for the city. On top of the city tower, the green thunderbird flags fly, and in the gray sky, thick lightning swords sometimes split the sky, illuminating the pupils brightly.
Ning Xiaoling had no interest in this state banquet, but after attending the state banquet, she was surprised to find that this banquet was not a real state banquet or a birthday banquet, but a banquet for the Empress of Thunder's ascension.
Ascension to the Purple Court Realm is unheard of, even for a large sect like the Ancient Spirit Sect.
During the banquet, Ning Xiaoling met the empress.
The empress' name is Shi Yu.
Different from the tough folk customs of the Lei Kingdom, the empress is very petite. When walking among the army, she is like a kitten holding her head high and walking through the road lined with tigers and wolves. The ends of her jet-black hair are faintly tinged with gold. The thunder and lightning made her long hair tremble silently, and even illuminated her back brightly, as if she had twin wings of thunder and lightning.
While everyone else was lamenting that the Empress was so talented and enviable, and that she would surely be famous throughout Middle-earth in a few years, Ning Xiaoling just looked at her carefully, thinking that the Empress was not as beautiful as Sister Xiang'er...
In fact, Shi Yu's appearance is very beautiful, but Ning Xiaoling always feels that she is missing something. She looks like a beautiful and powerful doll, which is very unkind.
Ning Xiaoling was eating the state banquet, occasionally looking at the empress sitting at the top, and imagining some scenes of her senior brother and sister Xiang'er together in her mind to add some comfort. But she also knew that the scenes she imagined might never happen again.
Halfway through the banquet, a sudden change occurred.
Outside the city gate of Lei Kingdom, it suddenly started snowing.
A crystal-clear flying sword spanned thousands of miles of thunder, passed through twelve cities, arrived in a violent storm and snow, and hovered outside the imperial city.
There is also a girl standing on the sword of ice and snow.
The girl was also beautiful. She was covered in a thick mink fur coat, with snowflakes floating between the clothes. Her eyes were as if they were polished by solid ice, clear and translucent, with a lingering coldness. The air of frost.
On her shoulder, there was a bird.
"Are you Shi Yu?" The girl on the sword of ice and snow looked across the crowd and stared at the empress of the Thunder Kingdom, asking coldly.
Shi Yu raised his head slightly and frowned gradually as he looked at this uninvited guest who was similar to himself.
"Who is it? What's the matter?" As Shi Yu asked, thunder and lightning struck in the sky, making her look calm and calm.
The girl on the snow sword said: "My name is Xue Yuan, the lord of Hansui City in the North. I come here today to declare a letter of war with you."
As she spoke, she nonchalantly teased the bird on her shoulder.
She shares the same name as the snowbird.
"War letter?" Shi Yu's eyes gradually narrowed.
In the entire Middle-earth, except for the ungovernable Ten Thousand Demons City, sects in other places have made treaties, strictly prohibiting private fights between monks. Even if there is a decisive battle, there must be a declaration of war mutually recognized by both parties.
This agreement is for the jurisdiction of the monks. After all, thousands of years ago, in the era of the ancient gods, a sudden divine war could destroy the city and the country.
The tragic disasters caused by those beasts must not be repeated as human monks.
Therefore, no matter where the sect is, as long as it forms a large scale, there will be many restrictions on the practitioners within the sect.
"Well, just do as the Romans do. This is a big place after all, unlike us where you can kill people at will." Xue Yuan said calmly.
Shi Yu said: "What if I don't agree?"
Xue Yuan said: "You have no reason not to allow it."
The sound of thunder and lightning in the sky became more intensive.
Ning Xiaoling understood that as a proud empress of the Lei Kingdom, such a provocation of breaking into the city gate alone in front of everyone was intolerable.
What's more, they are exactly the same age and level.
Even their totems are similar.
The flag totem of Shi Yulei Kingdom is the Thunder Bird, and Snow Kite's robe is also painted with the sacred bird of Snow Kingdom.
This is Shi Yu's state banquet and also her birthday banquet.
The day of ascension is approaching, but the letter of challenge comes first.
She suddenly raised her head and looked to the west, with a slight melancholy and sadness in her expression.
"At the same age and in the same situation, no one can defeat me." Shi Yu said proudly.
Xueyuan asked: "Why?"
Shi Yu said: "Because my mother is the most powerful person in the world, and I am her daughter. Of course I will not be defeated."
Xueyuan suddenly let out a sneer: "My mother is also the strongest person in the world."
Shi Yu's eyes narrowed, and the current flowed upward from the ends of his hair, almost turning the entire black hair into gold.
"You..." She hesitated.
Xueyuan laughed and said: "I know your identity, but you don't know mine. You are the king of the world and you think you are perfect... Do you know how cute you are?"
Shi Yu's face seemed calm, but everyone present could feel the strange aura exuding from her body.
There was thunder and lightning in the sky.
She is connected to this city, and this city and this sky also know her emotions.
"Impossible! Mom, I only have a daughter!" Shi Yu suddenly let out a roar, like an angry lioness.
The sword broke through the city tower between the ice and snow, and slowly pushed into the city. The girl on the sword said: "We will have a battle sooner or later. Instead of waiting until we return to the Kingdom of God to fight, it is better to decide the winner now and save a few years." Then go trouble mother. Right? Sister."
"Who is your sister?" The thunder light between Shi Yu's clothes was as strong as an eternal fire.
After the sword landed in the city, the snow kite walked down on the sword. It was cold all over the place. Winter came early, and fine snow fell in the city.
Xue Yuan said: "Don't you understand, the world is so big, how can someone like my mother put all her chips on the same gambling table?"
Shi Yu somewhat believed it, but the terror and malice hidden behind the truth made her terrified.
She asked: "Why do you know this?"
"This is a secret." Xue Yuan said calmly. This is a secret that must be kept hidden.
Shi Yu said: "If it is true as you said, we are all mothers' daughters, then what is the reason for fighting between us?"
Xue Yuan said: "There are three chess pieces, but the grid is unique."
Shi Yu asked: "Three?"
Xue Yuan nodded and said: "The last one is in Nanzhou. I will go find her after I kill you."
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The people present were confused when hearing this conversation.
Although the banquet held by Her Majesty the Empress was grand, the Empress was still young after all. Not many real big shots from the major sects attended, and these big shots did not know the content of the conversation between the young girls and the existence involved behind it. Almost above everything else.
Ning Xiaoling felt that she understood a little bit.
Thunder Bird, Snow Kite... Nanzhou... Fire Phoenix
"Sister Xiang'er?" Ning Xiaoling murmured uncertainly.
When she looked at them again, a terrible suspicion emerged in her heart, and her expression had changed.
The fellow disciples next to him had never seen such a surprised expression on this cold and beautiful little junior sister. They asked curiously, but received no answer. They only looked at her eyes flickering, feeling uneasy, as if she wanted to leave the table at any time.
There was constant thunder in the sky.
Shi Yu stared at the other party, her heart was already turbulent, but she didn't show it on her face.
Over the years, her rise in the Thunder Kingdom has been almost miraculous.
She holds a sword of blue thunder and carves out a path that no one wants to follow. There are many difficulties and dangers along the way, but she is always surrounded by dangers. She believes that this is the test and experience given to her by her mother.
But at this moment, another girl stood in front of him, and they could even be considered sisters.
So which side will my mother be on this time
The thunder in the sky gradually fell silent.
"I'm sorry to disturb you all." Shi Yu's thoughts gradually became silent. She bowed her body apologetically to the guests present: "I'm afraid today's banquet will be dismissed early."
Xueyuan smiled.
"Your Majesty, this kind of provocative letter of challenge is against the rules, so don't pay attention to it. The letter of credence says..." Someone stood up and advised.
Shi Yu raised his palms and said: "No need, this is not a declaration of war, this is... a family matter."
"Sister, you are so brave." Xue Yuan laughed.
Her smile looked seductive and pale.
"Where is the battlefield?" Shi Yu asked.
Xue Yuan said: "It's up to you to choose."
Shi Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. She was the master of the Thunder Kingdom and had a favorable location. If it were really up to her to choose, she would be the first to lose in terms of momentum.
"If you want, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go to the Snow Country with you to fight." Shi Yu said calmly.
Xue Yuan's smile became even brighter: "How about here and now?"
"It's up to you." Shi Yu responded.
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Ning Xiaoling stood at the gate of the city and turned around to look over.
In the imperial city, half of the city is thunder and half is snow.
This wonderful sight failed to make her concentrate.
She just looked at the confrontation's back from a distance, her lips pursed into a thin line.
"Xiao Ling, what's wrong?" Mr. Ling noticed something strange about her.
Ning Xiaoling shook her head gently: "It's okay..."
Mr. Suo Ling said: "Let's go. This state banquet ends on bad terms. Regardless of victory or defeat, that Snow Country girl has offended countless people."
Ning Xiaoling was still a little dazed. She raised her head and asked, "By the way... Sir, where is the nearest post station to Lei Kingdom for sending letters?"
Mr. Ling asked: "Do you want to write a letter?"
"Um."
"Written to your sect?"
"Yes."
"It's not necessary. It's better to put an end to Tianyu Sword Sect as soon as possible. Those disciples who arrived earlier than you will also take root in the Middle Earth in the future... Nanzhou is too remote and will not be helpful in practicing the Great Dao. Come here. After arriving in Middle-earth, no one wants to go back."
"Daodao..." Ning Xiaoling shook her head vigorously: "No, I have something very important to tell my master..."
Mr. Ling thought of her strange look just now and asked, "Is it related to that girl from the Snow Country?"
"Yes." Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously.
"Okay. Then I will let the other disciples follow Master Liu back to the sect first, and I will accompany you to the letter station." Mr. Shuoling agreed.
"Thank you sir." Ning Xiaoling thanked him.
Soon after, thunder broke out again in the imperial city behind him, like a huge wave rising into the sky, and the entire Thunder Kingdom seemed to be trembling in it.
This was a duel that was close to the peak of Ziting, but unfortunately there were no witnesses.
The peak of the Purple Court is an extremely rare existence even for practitioners in the Middle Earth. Every cultivator in the Purple Court realm has a transcendent status in their respective sects.
This is also the reason why those big sects are willing to sell this little girl's face.
And those cultivators who truly entered the Five Paths also noticed the changes in the world and focused their attention here, but they found that there seemed to be some mysterious power that obscured the details of this battle. Tao cannot see the whole picture.
They could only feel the confusing image of the thunder sword slashing the sky and destroying the earth, and the frost blade sweeping through the wind and snow.
In the sky above the Imperial City of the Thunder Kingdom, there seemed to be two real divine birds roaring and roaring, spitting out hurricane thunder fragments, tearing apart the chaotic world, and then creating even greater chaos.
If this place were not in China, this decisive battle would have been recorded in the history of the state.
It's just that the people in Middle-earth don't know at this moment what kind of personal game is hidden in this battle.
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The decisive battle ended after an hour.
The thunder and lightning of the land of thunder will no longer sound.
The lightning in half the city was drowned out by the snow in the other half.
Snowflakes are falling, piled on the city walls, on the roof tiles, and on the streets, like a beauty with white hair.
Shi Yu looked at the snow sword that pierced his chest, and it was very difficult to speak every word.
"After killing me... will you go... kill her?" Shi Yu asked.
Xueyuan said calmly: "You will not die, you will be resurrected in the Kingdom of God, but if you lose to me, you will naturally not be reused by your mother."
"Why?" Shi Yu was puzzled.
Xue Yuan smiled and said: "Do you not know why you failed, or do you not know why I came to kill you?"
Shi Yu looked at her doubtfully, her lips trembled in the cold, ice and snow covered her body, covering her body in white.
Xueyuan looked at her and brushed the snow off her shoulders. The girl said with indescribable sadness: "Good sister, in fact, we are all wretches... We are born to be another person's foil. , are you willing to do so? Can you? I am not willing to do so... I want to know who that little girl is, and why she allowed my mother to give her the Fire Phoenix Vein, which is closest to Suzaku!"
"Mother... mother? She..." Shi Yu didn't want to die in confusion.
Xueyuan knew what she was going to ask, and she smiled and said: "Do you think you have received destiny? Hehe, we are so hard, but in the end what we have to become is another person's whetstone. All this, after we return to the Kingdom of God , it will be difficult to reverse. Fortunately, I got the secret... I want to show my mother who is her best daughter!"
Xueyuan's laughter became more and more wild, and the wind and snow in the sky seemed to be gushing out of her mouth.
She continued: "I should have gone straight to Nanzhou to find her, but after all, the journey is long, so I came to see you first."
Shi Yu kept coughing up blood, and she was no longer able to think about those complicated problems.
What she can feel most intuitively at this moment is the strength of the other party.
She obviously thought she was invincible, but for some reason, she was no match for this girl.
"You...why are you so strong?" This is what she wants to know most.
Xueyuan didn't answer, she just smiled.
Shi Yu didn't know if it was an illusion, but she actually saw tears falling from the corners of Xue Yuan's eyes.
Then, she saw a smart white cat running across the snow, its blue eyes staring at her, but there were no footprints of the kitten on the snow.
Shi Yu knew that this was not an illusion.
Before death came, the girl's sea of consciousness was spinning rapidly. She suddenly woke up like a flashback, staring at Xue Yuan. While vomiting blood, she trembled: "You... you betrayed your mother... this... this is Bai... "
She could never get her final words out.
The wind and snow covered her eyes.
"Alas." Xue Yuan sighed. She looked at the white cat behind her and said, "What are you doing out here? I want to chat with my sister for a while longer."
She looked at the girl's fallen body in the snow, and plucked a feather of purple lightning and blue frost from between her eyebrows.
She said softly: "When we meet again in the Kingdom of God next year, I think you won't remember me, but don't be afraid, my sister will treat you well..."
But now, she must show her mother how powerful she is.
This is her only way out of fate.
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Ning Xiaoling's letter could not be sent.
The wind and snow spread over the fields.
Xue Yuan stepped on the sword and landed, holding a letter in her hand. She unfolded the letter and read it. The ink on it was not completely dry yet.
She looked at the girl in the white skirt, smiled and said: "I have sensed a familiar atmosphere in the city before, and I never thought that you are really related to her."
Ning Xiaoling stood in the sudden snowstorm, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Mr. Ling stood in front of her.
Xue Yuan looked at this tall woman, shook her head and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to kill anyone, I just want to ask some questions."
Mr. Shuo Ling said coldly: "We are from the Ancient Spirit Sect."
Xue Yuan was not afraid at all and said: "I don't care where you are from."
Who is the mastermind behind her now? Which sect in the world can compete with her
Ning Xiaoling and Mr. Shuo Ling have not yet arrived at Ziting, so they cannot be this girl's opponent.
The wind and snow formed a field.
The snowflakes in the field were carefully disassembled, and they were pieced together and extended, turning into thin needles one after another.
Xue Yuan sits on the sword like a swing.
"I will ask you a few questions next and answer them truthfully. If you don't answer, every time I ask, a needle will be inserted into your body." Xueyuan said leisurely, looking at her slender fingers.
Ning Xiaoling had already drawn her sword, but with her sword skills, she was unable to break through this snowy cage.
The needles made of snowflakes are getting closer and closer.
Said Mr. Ling was also under siege, and she wanted to send a signal for help, but her limbs were frozen stiff.
"First question. What is that woman's name?" Xue Yuan asked.
Ning Xiaoling didn't pretend to be stupid, she knew that she must be asking about Zhao Xiang'er. If it was anything else, it was not that she couldn't speak out in a sensible manner, but Sister Xiang'er was different. She knew that there was a hidden meaning in Sister Xiang'er's name. Every time this bad woman knew more about it, Sister Xiang'er's chance of winning would decrease. point.
She pursed her lips and said nothing.
Xueyuan asked again. Ning Xiaoling did not respond.
A needle went in.
A miserable cry broke out from Ning Xiaoling's throat. She leaned forward and knelt on the ground, covering her knees.
That was not physical pain, but a heart-wrenching pain that connected to the soul and tore apart the heart!
"Second question, what was your state of mind when you met her? Look at the content of this letter... You call her sister? Tell me her story." Xue Yuan said.
Ning Xiaoling covered her knees and said firmly in a trembling voice: "I won't tell you."
In the past, we were all senior brothers. Sister Xiang'er and Master were taking care of us... Now it's my turn...
Click.
Another snow needle stuck in.
Ning Xiaoling knelt on her knees, her expression twisted in pain, her petite body trembling like a dragonfly's wings, the chill all over her body could not numb her pain, but instead kept amplifying it... She only felt that on her knees, There was a bird with a sharp beak that kept pecking at her. It pierced her flesh, bones, and penetrated into the marrow...
"The third question..."
Xueyuan asked.
In the field of wind and snow, the girl's screams kept ringing out, heartbreaking.
"The seventh question..." Xue Yuan glanced at her. She saw that the girl had fallen to the ground and her body was twitching continuously.
But she still said nothing.
"Alas, they are not biological sisters, but they are closer than our biological sisters." Xue Yuan said with a sarcastic smile.
But she felt no pity at all.
After all, she had even killed her own sister, so this outsider woman who dared to tip off the news could just be tortured to death.
"The seventh question." Xue Yuan didn't even bother to make up a question. She raised her hand and stabbed the snow needle again.
But the needle stopped in front of the girl.
Time seems to have frozen.
Xueyuan looked shocked.
In an instant, the realm formed by the wind and snow was torn to pieces, and a dark sword pierced through the snow, reaching directly between his eyebrows...
The speed of that sword cannot be described in words. It seemed to be sliding on the plane of time, and it was in front of you in the blink of an eye.
The arrogant Xue Yuan, who was at the peak of the Purple Court Realm, actually felt like there was no way to escape.
Who is he
How could the masters of the Ancient Spirit Sect arrive at this time
As death approaches, the cat meows.
A gap was opened in the realm formed by time, and the white cat grabbed the back of Xue Yuan's neck and fled quickly.
A drop of blood rolled down from Xue Yuan's eyebrows.
If it had been a minute later, she might have been killed here...
Of course she won't really die, but it will be extremely troublesome.
The white cat took her in its mouth and left instantly.
At the end of her vision, she saw a head of flying silver hair.
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Mr. Shuo Ling knelt down on the ground, looked at the woman in black robe and silver hair in front of him, and said respectfully: "Dare you ask your benefactor's name? In the future of our Ancient Spirit Sect..."
The woman raised her hand, interrupting her words.
She turned around with a painted wooden fox mask on her face.
She looked at the twitching girl on the ground with a look of admiration in her eyes.
The woman said calmly: "I'm just passing by here, and I can't bear to bully others like this."
She wasn't lying.
The woman stretched out her hand and picked up the little girl's minibus. Looking at her beautiful face, she found it pleasing to the eye, so she stretched out her fingers to press her eyebrows.
The authority of time is attached.
Ning Xiaoling felt as if a hand was touching her gently. The severe pain quickly disappeared, and the ice and snow in her bones slowly melted.
But she still couldn't muster any strength.
"Thank... thank you, senior... benefactor." She struggled and spoke very softly.
The woman looked at her for a while and felt that there was a strange aura in her body.
She asked casually: "What's your name?"
Ning Xiaoling composed herself and replied: "Junior... Junior Ning Xiaoling, the age of thousands of generations."
Women are not interested in the word 'age'...
Ning Xiaoling couldn't see her expression. If she could see it, she would find that her benefactor's expression was very strange.
She struggled to get up and wanted to thank her benefactor.
But the benefactor had already stood up and left.
Before leaving, the benefactor seemed to have said something very strange:
"It's Ning again, and it's Xiao... Oh, it seems I saved a bad girl."
Um
bad girl
What's wrong with me...
Ning Xiaoling looked innocent and wanted to defend herself, but the figure in black robe and silver hair quickly disappeared from sight.
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(The number of words exceeded the budget and I wrote it a little late. Sorry)