The black energy in the secret realm is more intense than it was not long ago.
The thick dark clouds on the horizon were scattered by the strong wind into gray flakes, and the ink immersed in the dome swept away silently to the surroundings, bringing with it the smell of stale earth.
The battle between Meng Jue and the others and Heijiao has come to an end.
Jiaolong's cultivation base is extremely high, supplemented by the surging demonic energy around him, his strength has risen sharply, and he has reached the level of the initial stage of divine transformation.
Due to the gap in cultivation, among all the people present, only the elder brother Meng Jue of the Xuanxu Sword Sect could compete with them.
This black flood dragon is already troublesome enough, but the demonic energy condensed here is getting heavier and heavier, and many monsters have been attracted, and they have made up their minds to feed their hunger with human flesh.
Among them, the most attractive ones are undoubtedly the unconscious Ning Ning and Pei Ji.
Bai Ye had roughly witnessed the ins and outs of the incident, and was taken aback by Ning Ning's lifeless operation.
He still has lingering fears to this day, seeing the monsters gathered from all directions, gritted his teeth and pulled out of the fight with the black flood dragon, protecting them in front of the two.
only-
The young Fu Xiu frowned subconsciously, and the overwhelming amount of thunder light in his hands was gradually showing signs of weakness.
He is only in the Jindan stage, and most of the monsters here are gathered in Jindan and Nascent Soul. If you say that it is good to fight alone, but the waves of beasts are coming here wave after wave, and it is inevitable to feel powerless under the lack of spiritual energy. .
strangeness.
Bai Ye smashed a vicious beast into the air, his eyes hurriedly swept across the black beast tide, and then glanced at the black Jiao not far away.
Demons will be drawn to each other by demonic energy. Before Pei Ji's demonic energy skyrocketed, it was reasonable that these strange beasts would rush towards him.
But now his demon breath has been slashed by Ning Ning, far less than the dragon in the air, why... they are still rushing here like crazy
Completely incomprehensible.
This is not an issue that Bai Ye needs to consider at this moment.
The beasts running wildly covered the sky and the earth, surrounded by ever-changing shadows, flying in the sky and running on the ground, and they could make up a table of different Manchu and Han people.
Meng Jue and Yonggui couldn't get away from the confrontation with Heijiao, only his small body was left in front of him, and Ruoruo was inattentive and revealed flaws—
The moment the thought rushed through his mind, Bai Ye was shocked.
A giant eagle swooped down from the horizon, and at the same time, several figures came from his side. He had little spiritual power left and was absolutely unable to resist.
not good.
Bai Ye's heart was empty, but he didn't turn around and leave, exposing the two behind him to the beast tide. Instead, he took out a yellowed paper talisman from his arms, and his fingertips trembled unconsciously.
This is his treasure at the bottom of the box. At the critical moment, he uses up all the spiritual power in his body to activate the magic spell and give the opponent a fatal blow.
This is a move similar to perishing together. Although it can stabilize this wave of attacks, the next…
Well, it can last for a while.
He was ruthless, bit his fingertips in an instant, and was about to press the spilled blood drop onto the talisman paper, but he heard a deafening roar from his side.
- Oops, it's too late!
The demonic wolf's palm wind is fierce, and without giving him the slightest time to react, the sharp claws hit the young man's cheek mercilessly!
He Xiaochen slapped the table and stood up: "Bai Ye!"
It was also at this time, but between the lightning and the fire, a beam of sword light came suddenly, and just before the wolf's claws were about to touch Bai Ye, it was cut in two!
"This is… "
Qu Feiqing was motionless, staring at the picture in the mysterious mirror, and suddenly the corner of her mouth raised lightly: "Pei Ji is awake!"
Tian Xianzi thought thoughtfully: "Ning Ning broke his inner demon."
In the secret realm, behind Bai Ye, the blood-covered boy in black carefully placed the girl in his arms flat on the ground, and stood up with heavy eyes.
The long sword in his hand was not scabbard, but the awe-inspiring sword energy was gathering all over his body, emitting a murderous white light, which illuminated Pei Ji's dark pupils.
"The sword of divine consciousness, he has made a breakthrough in his cultivation."
Ji Yunkai tapped on the table with his middle finger and knuckles, rarely serious: "I just don't know how Ningning's condition is."
"Pei, Junior Brother Pei?"
Bai Ye stared at him with a pale face. Seeing the sword light beside him, and a few more beasts wailing on the verge of death, he asked him tentatively, "Are you alright? Is your mind normal?"
Heaven and earth, if even Pei Ji is occupied by inner demons and falls into demons, then all of them will be finished.
Pei Ji was taller than Bai Ye, and when he lowered his eyes lightly, a few drops of dark red blood fell down his long eyelashes.
He didn't have much expression as usual, his eyes were full of dark colors and cold murderous aura. I don't know what to think, the beast-like suffocating energy in his eyes was slightly stagnant, and he showed a little embarrassment: "Take care of me... Ning Ning."
Nonsense, he Bai Ye is a manly man, of course he will take care of her!
No, no, when did it become "taking care of him"? Isn't Junior Sister Ning Ning everyone's
Before he could make a sound, Pei Ji, who was in front of him, drew his sword without a word. Although it was very hopeless, what I had to admit was that Bai Ye was stunned.
After destroying the inner demon, although Pei Ji still overflows with demonic energy within his body, he is obviously no longer under his control. Full blood.
The young man's back was tall and thin, his blood-stained black hair and black clothes were blown up coldly by the strong wind, but the sword energy was a breathtaking white, overflowing with a cold light.
Although Pei Ji was injured, her movement was still so fast that it was difficult to see clearly.
There was no trace of light and shadow, no trace of the sword, accompanied by a buzzing sound, where the sword light went, it turned into a lot of sharp blades at the same time, like ice and snow, piercing the flesh and blood of beasts—
Immediately, there was a muffled bang, and the sword air burst layer by layer, blood and flesh flying.
Real violence aesthetics.
Bai Ye knew that this younger brother Jianxiu had a bad temper, but he never expected that Pei Ji would fight even more ruthlessly than the demons, leaving no room for him.
Fortunately, the number of monsters detained in the demon refining tower on each floor is limited, and the beast tides come in waves, and soon they are all slashed by Pei Ji under the sword.
That's why, when Meng Jue and Yonggui finally got rid of the black scorpion, through the blood mist-obscured vision, they first saw the bones of the beast leaning against each other.
The young man standing in the sea of blood on the mountain of corpses drew his sword into the sheath, his eyebrows were full of coldness, and he looked at them from a distance without any emotion.
The staring at each other only lasted for a short moment, and Pei Ji quickly looked away, seemingly staggering because of lack of physical strength, and then stepped forward to the direction where Ning Ning was.
It was not until he approached that Bai Ye could see what Junior Brother Pei looked like now.
The whole body was scratched and bitten by wild beasts. The pale and thin lips were split with bloodstains, and there was no blood on the face. It seemed that he would faint at any time.
Really cruel.
This man is not only ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself. On the surface, he looks calm, but in fact, every time he draws his sword, he is desperate for his life.
Bai Ye admired in his heart, knowing that he came here on purpose for Ning Ning, and stepped back to make way.
Unexpectedly, Pei Jiluo was stunned for a while, but she shook her head and said hoarsely, "I have blood and dirt on my body."
It's amazing that someone who was like a killing god not long ago would actually care about such trivial matters seriously now.
Bai Ye watched the hostility in his eyes gradually dissipate, and when he looked at Ning Ning, he even blinked his eyes in haste, and couldn't help but secretly slander: I really love it so undisguised, this stinky boy.
"Junior sister is exhausted and lethargic, I'm afraid it's not suitable to stay in the Demon Refinement Tower."
Meng Jue finished solving the black flood dragon, took the sword and hurried over: "It's better to—"
Before he finished speaking, a laughter suddenly came from behind him.
It was the laughter of a young man, hoarse and arrogant, as if gravel was rubbing against the ground, it really couldn't be called "nice".
In the blink of an eye, the demonic breath came, Meng Jue drew his sword to block it, the demonic energy collided with the sword, and the layers of swirling airflow exploded.
Bai Ye guessed who it was, condensed his whole body to fight, and turned back quickly.
In the place where the Spirit Pivot Immortal Grass was born before, there was a man standing there.
He must have also been attracted by the soaring demonic energy, and his once wicked and maddening temperament was gone, with a shawl and a frosty complexion, so haggard that only a skeleton draped in thin flesh remained.
Bai Ye was keenly aware that the shackles were bound on his hands and feet, like a prisoner's imprisonment before his execution.
It was a torture tool specially made for the monsters in the Demon Refinement Tower. It not only suppressed their cultivation, but also controlled their minds so that they would not commit suicide.
It was Xie Yu.
It seems that after Zhou Yimei was sent to the Demon Refinement Tower, his life was not easy.
"It's you who broke into my slaughterhouse?"
The man's eyes were dark and dark, hiding the darkness of the night. At this time, he raised his lips and smiled, and he unconsciously smelled a little crazy, but he said slowly: "Do you know how long I waited for outsiders to come? I can't kill Zhou Yimei and that man. The old men and the old ladies, killing you to vent your anger... It seems not bad."
Qu Feiqing, who was still worried at first, was instantly furious: "Who is he calling 'old man and old lady'!"
Xie Yu couldn't hear her scolding, and after speaking, he laughed, the demonic energy around him was more invisible than visible, and he swooped straight at everyone.
Bai Ye hurriedly shouted: "No way! It was them who trapped you here, but you took revenge on us juniors, shameless!"
Meng Jue was much calmer than him, wielding his sword to slash away the demonic breath, with a smile on his face: "Your Excellency don't have to worry about us, I'm not interested in the head on your neck."
As soon as these words came out, Xie Yu's face suddenly turned cold, and Bai Ye was also stunned.
I see.
Since Meng Jue was able to split the attacking demonic energy effortlessly, it meant that Xie Yu either didn't kill him, or he didn't have much energy left in his body. No matter what the possibility was, he couldn't kill him here. drop them.
There is only one possibility.
Xie Yu was deliberately angering them and begging for death.
This is also his deepest wish.
"It's not up to you to fight or not to fight!"
The man standing on the top of the mountain roared loudly, and with a wave of his right arm, several black blades broke through the wind and attacked Pei Ji's side.
Rao Shi Meng Jue also frowned in an instant.
Xie Yu is not stupid, through that Buddha illusion, he has roughly figured out the character and habits of each of them. There is no doubt that among all the people present, Pei Ji hated him the most.
Also the easiest to incite.
"You are my child, right?"
The black shadows fell like rain, and each bunch was like a broken bamboo. Pei Ji's eyes were gloomy, and he drew his sword to cut it off, and heard the voice of the man on the cliff: "What's your surname? Pei? I never remember Lin Xing. A woman surnamed Pei—your mother is just a toy to relieve boredom, you, a toy is not even a toy, I don’t even bother to look at it.”
Bai Ye heard the blue veins bursting, and just wanted to rush forward and beat the man fiercely, his eyes fell on Pei Ji's side, and he saw the killing intent surging in the eyes of the young man.
"Senior Brother Meng Jue," he didn't know what to do, so he was sweating coldly, "what should we do?"
Meng Jue shook his head: "No matter how Pei Ji decides, it is not for us outsiders to intervene."
"You must have suffered a lot as a child, right?"
Xie Yu glanced at the murderous look in his eyes, and laughed even more wildly: "It's a pity that I spent a lot of money in those years, wearing gold and silver, I don't know what life you and your mother lived."
After speaking for a while, he looked at Ning Ning, who was in a coma not far away, with a deeper smile in his eyes: "Do you like that girl?"
The boy who was guarding was stagnant.
"Would she still be willing to accept you if she saw your demon-ridden appearance? You inherited the blood of the demon race from me, and you are an out-and-out monster. It's too late for others to hide from you. Look at those monsters. corpse, she knew you were so keen to kill—"
Before the words were finished, a dark shadow appeared in front of him.
Pei Ji pressed the sword against Xie Yu's throat, and her voice was terribly low: "Shut up."
Xie Yu felt the murderous aura swept over.
The Demon Refining Pagoda symbolizes endless loneliness and pain, and the magic tools imprisoned in his hands and feet make him unable to survive and die. He has wanted to die for too long.
"You're scared."
The corner of the man's mouth showed a sarcastic arc, "You are afraid of her rejection, because this is an irreversible fact. When she gets tired of you, she will find the next better person, and what will you do? Alone, where is it? Can't go either."
After he finished speaking, Youyou looked at the young man in front of him, waiting for the long sword to fall, and everything was silent.
But Pei Ji didn't move.
The long sword let out a low sound, similar to a whimpering hum.
"Ningning... not so."
His throat moved slightly, thick clouds gathered in his black pupils, and his voice was very low, as if telling Xie Yu, but also telling himself: "She doesn't hate me. She's different from other people..."
He likes her.
Therefore, I am also willing to give my whole heart and unconditional trust in her.
As long as Ning Ning is willing to smile more at him, Pei Ji is willing to believe in the world that once abandoned him.
Xie Yu's pupils froze, and his back trembled violently.
The plan was completely out of his control.
"you and me… "
Pei Ji looked at him coldly, her voice so indifferent that she couldn't hear the ups and downs: "It's not the same."
A bloody breeze blew past, stroking the black hair of the young man, and a dark cloud-like color shrouded his eyes.
On the top of the cliff, the slender figure holding the sword paused for a while, then took a step back.
There was a loud sound.
It was the sound of the long sword being sheathed.
"Elder."
Pei Ji took out the communication talisman with Xuanjing from the storage bag, her voice was very low, but very clear: "Ning Ning and I applied to leave the tower ahead of schedule."
"wait wait wait!"
Xie Yu was completely panicked and grabbed his cuff: "I abandoned your mother and son, and made you suffer from humiliation and suffering since you were a child. I killed countless people, and..."
"That's why Miss Zhou put you in this place."
Standing at the foot of the mountain, Bai Ye was so happy that he put his hands in the shape of a trumpet and put it to his mouth: "Think about the people you killed, idiot!"
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The second round of the Ten Method Meeting finally came to an end in the Demon Refining Pagoda.
Ning Ning was seriously injured, and was nourished by the elders of the Hundred Herbs Hall with spirit medicine. He didn't wake up until the end of the ceremony, and was put on a stretcher and sent to the flying boat.
Tian Xianzi and a group of younger disciples in his sect were so distressed that Zheng Weiqi almost cried and suffocated, she was going to smash the demon tower after carrying the sword;
The little white dragon Lin Xun kept shedding tears, and his eyes became two round walnuts.
The group of them was really noisy, and the elders of Baicaotang were so irritated that they kicked everyone out of Feizhou's ward, leaving only the most reliable Pei Ji and Tian Xianzi inside.
Therefore, when everyone walked to the center of the flying boat, they realized that the flying boat was overcrowded and there were no vacancies.
wrong.
The last two are left!
No no no!
Two other unfamiliar disciples were also eyeing them, and were slowly approaching their seats!
He Zhizhou's eyes lit up, and he exchanged glances with Zheng Weiqi.
The two of them are bound to get this opportunity!
This flying boat is full of disciples of Hundred Herbs Hall, and they are quite familiar with them. The two secretly exchanged plans in their hearts, and finally made a final decision.
He's Laws of Performance, Article 36—
Pretend to be deaf!
Hundred Herbs Hall pays attention to the heart as still water, which is much quieter than the Sword Sect who is used to fighting and killing.
It was also in this peaceful atmosphere that two extremely chaotic footsteps suddenly came.
A disciple raised his head curiously, and was immediately frightened to the spot, unable to move.
But seeing two sword cultivators, a man and a woman, the man seemed to have a problem with his legs and feet, shaking his legs and stepping forward, not to mention his eyes trembling, dim and mindless, as if he could not see the scene in front of him. His hands were groping at a loss, very desolate.
As if the woman was normal, she supported him step by step, and happened to arrive at the seat at the same time as the two disciples of the Hundred Herbs Hall.
"Poor, my Xiaozhou, how did you become like this in the battle of the Buddha Tower!"
Zheng Weiqi squeezed crocodile tears from the bottom of her eyes: "I can't see anything, and my legs and feet have become like this. As a sword cultivator... I can't even keep up with the seats on the flying boat, what will I do in the future!"
He Zhizhou: "Uh uh uh... Where is this, Senior Sister Zheng, why did you turn off the light?"
The Hundred Herbs Hall disciple who was standing on the side twitched his mouth. Although he could see that the two were deliberately cheating, he still took a step back and let him sit on the chair.
And Zheng Weiqi also held back her smile, stepped forward, and sat in another place.
"girl."
Baicaotang is full of nerds who recognize medicine but do not recognize people, how can they have the idea of pity and cherish jade, let alone knowing that they have been deceived by these two cheeky sword cultivators, seeing this, they take a step forward: "This fellow Taoist is injured. It's understandable, since we found vacancies at the same time, it's better for both parties to take one, you—"
"Senior Sister Zheng, although I am miserable, you are not having a good time!"
He Zhizhou stared blankly at the sky and said in a pitiful tone, "You are so young, why can't you hear the sonic boom in the snow at all!"
After a pause, he said sadly again: "What's the use of me talking to you! I want to say sweet things to the left ear, you won't hear it again in the future - eh? Wait, who was talking just now? This is not the place. Is it just me and my sister?"
Blind and deaf, it is impossible to communicate.
He co-authored a long speech, all of which were not heard by the two of them by default.
Hundred Herbs Hall disciple:…
Disciple from Hundred Herbs Hall: Grass (not a curse, just a kind of plant).
You are cruel!
The speed of the flying boat was extremely fast, and after floating in mid-air, it arrived at its destination, Luan City.
The Ten Ways Festival is a major event in Luan City. According to established customs, the people in the city will hold a fireworks festival at the end to welcome the return of the major immortals.
This should have been a very festive event, but when He Zhizhou walked to the door of the flying boat and was about to go down the long ladder, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The people waiting under the flying boat were originally smiling, but when they saw him, they all remained motionless and closed their mouths solemnly.
He Zhizhou: ...
His second monk was puzzled, he glanced around, and in the middle of the crowd, he saw an incomparably huge mysterious mirror.
On the mysterious mirror, the scene in a certain flying boat is being reflected.
Fly, boat, in.
At that moment, he seemed to understand everything.
It seemed that someone had indeed told him that the people of Luancheng respected Xianmen, so they would deliberately record the images inside when the flying boat returned.
An unnerving silence.
I don't know who was crying, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Don't be afraid, you are the best hero, woohoo! Quick, come and help him down!"
The two Hundred Herbs Hall disciples stood at the front of the crowd, their faces twisted into chrysanthemums, they desperately held back their smiles and shook their heads at him.
Self-inflicted sin, not to live.
He Zhizhou raised his head, holding back the poached egg-like tears in his eyes.
The arrow is on the string and has to be sent. What else could he do, of course, to forgive his former self with a smile.
The young Jianxiu held back his reddened eyes, and cocked his mouth with incomparable familiarity.
He saw Tian Xianzi coming out of the ward carrying Ning Ning by his side.
Uncle Shi didn't know anything about the battle for the seat that took place in the flying boat.
But he faced so many eyes, there was no way to explain.
In the horrified expressions of countless people in Xianmen who hesitated to speak, in the eyes of countless people in Luan City with fiery and anticipation.
He Zhizhou folded up the O-ring legs that were deeply engraved in his DNA, stretched out his hands in a path-finding posture, and walked down the long ladder with small trembling steps.
His temperament was so well-adjusted, and the reddishness at the end of his eyes was so distressing, a woman shouted with great excitement:
"He Zhizhou, he-he moved on his own!"
With this exclamation, there was an extremely crisp applause from the crowd, and soon the applause became louder and louder, and it didn't take long for it to converge into a vigorous ocean!
He Zhizhou walked down the steps of Nicholas Zhao Si's dance step by step, and the cheers of the crowd increased little by little.
The air is full of tear-jerking inspiration, and at this moment, he is the king that everyone expects.
Tian Xianzi desperately pressed the crowd, and decided to flee Luan City without stopping after the ten-method meeting, otherwise he might be suffocated to death by anger.
Every shout from the flying boat pierced into the eardrum extremely sharply. Zheng Weiqi, who was also a criminal suspect, was pale and cowardly like an ostrich.
"My God, He Zhizhou is about to come down - he succeeded!"
"He actually did it! Is this the Sword Cultivator of the Xuanxu Sword Sect!"
"It's so touching, so touching! I'm almost crying! It's not easy!"
He Zhizhou's ideal is to make thousands of girls cry for him.
It's a pity that he guessed the front, but couldn't guess the ending. From Luancheng to an 80-year-old old woman, down to an eight-month-old baby girl, all of them shed tears at this moment, all because of his disability and determination.
"In the current situation," Zheng Weiqi looked at Ning Ning who was unconscious on the stretcher, her eyes twitched, "If we follow behind him... Wouldn't that group of people become even crazier when they saw the appearance of Junior Sister?"
Her words were straightforward. As soon as Lin Xun heard it, the scene at that time involuntarily appeared in his head. Embarrassed that the cancer had attacked earlier, and the eyes that were already red due to worrying about Ning Ning became more and more red and swollen.
But that's nothing!
The little white dragon clenched his fist, and the two straight little horns showed unshakable determination.
The little sister is so kind to him, even if she is under the gaze of all the people of Luancheng, he will escort her down!
Tian Xianzi shivered, looked away from He Zhizhou's back, and took a deep breath: "Don't, don't worry, there is a way for the teacher. Believe me, it's right."
So it didn't take long for a few figures to reappear at the door of Feizhou.
Anyone with a discerning eye can recognize it at a glance, it is Elder Tianxian and his disciples. The strong swordsmen were all majestic, and the only thing worth caring about was the stretcher they carried in their hands.
On the stretcher, lay a sleeping girl.
The girl was lying on her back and motionless. The eyes of the people around her were red and her expressions were stagnant, and her face…
Impressively covered with a layer of white cloth!
desolate. The sadness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow quietly immersed in the night.
Someone trembled and murmured, "Who is that dead man covered with a white cloth... who is it?"
Lin Xun was frightened by this sentence, and surreptitiously glanced at Tian Xianzi, and got the latter's confident look.
"It's okay, don't panic."
As a master, Tian Xianzi showed superhuman calmness and aloofness at this moment, and he spoke to the disciples through voice transmission: "Ning Ning's face is covered with white cloth, and he will never be recognized. Don't you believe that Master respects me?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, another shout suddenly sounded from the crowd—
"Are you stupid! There are all the disciples of Elder Tianxian around, except for one person, all of them are here, the one who is young..."
The person who took up the conversation gave a slight pause when he said this, and his tone was a little more unbearable and painful: "Isn't it Ning Ning! - Ning Ning is dead!"
The few people carrying the stretcher looked at Tian Xianzi with expressionless faces.
The masses are geniuses.
They are fools.
A moment of stunned.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of people screamed and howled together!
The people who gathered nearby turned into zombies besieging the city, howled and stretched out their hands, frantically approaching the Xuanxu Sword Sect group.
Some people cried with hideous faces, some people were so terrified that their facial features were deformed, and some little girls choked up to the sky and screamed: "My sister is dead, my sister is dead, wow!"
Maybe their voices were too loud, or maybe a gust of wind blew slowly amidst the bursts of crying, blowing the white cloth covering the girl's face.
For some unknown reason, Ning Ning, who was supposed to die, opened his eyes without warning in full view.
Those dead, bloodshot eyes.
No one speaks.
Everyone stopped and looked at her excessively pale cheeks and the dark red blood that overflowed from the corners of her mouth, like an old movie paused in the middle.
Suddenly one person shouted: "The corpse-changed-! Hurry-run-ah!"
Ordinary corpse transformation is deadly enough, let alone a zombie transformed by a cultivator!
In an instant, the husband shouted, the woman also shouted, and hundreds of thousands of people shouted, hundreds of thousands of children cried, and hundreds of thousands of dogs barked.
The middle horn was crying loudly, vomiting, whistling wind, and there were hundreds of thousands of calls for help, rushing, "Don't kill me", "Ning Ning spare your life", and "Let the old people and children go first".
Everything should be there, and everything is there. Although a person has a hundred hands and a hundred fingers, it cannot point to one end; a person has a hundred mouths and a hundred tongues, and it cannot be named in one place.
The scene of howling was in chaos. People ran wild with hands and feet, and all of them were crying, saliva and tears together. The zombies that were besieging the city turned into zombies and fleeing.
Undoubtedly, this is the most unforgettable ten-way event in the memory of all the people of Luan City.
The city lord died, the wife ran away, and even the little girl from the Sword Sect, who was loved by the whole people, has changed her corpse.
From the beginning, they shouldn't pour too much real emotion into it.
Curiosity killed the entire Luan City.
And Ning Ning.
The girl who was unaware of everything raised her right hand, scratched lightly on the part of her face that was covered by the white cloth, closed her eyes with satisfaction, and entered a sweet sleep again.