Ning Tao didn't dodge, because Lang Xianghun's shabby strength and her energy sword couldn't hurt him at all. He could even chew up her little sword and swallow it without his teeth breaking into pieces.
Moreover, after Lang Xianghun's fluorescent sword was pressed against his neck, he never moved forward.
The two of them just stood still.
Lang Xianghun stared at Ning Tao.
Ning Tao also looked at her calmly.
Without the disguise of the divine armor, the height difference between Ning Tao and Lang Xianghun is only four or five centimeters, but due to their body shape, Lang Xianghun does not look shorter than Ning Tao. The only difference between the two is the color of their hair, eyebrows and pupils, nothing else. If you have to find some difference, it is only the difference between men and women.
Lang Xianghun's heart seemed to be at war with heaven and man. The hand holding the sword kept trembling. He tried to stab Ning Tao's neck with the fluorescent sword several times, but failed.
Ning Tao had no other reaction, just looked at her quietly. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the plain white dress that had fallen to the ground. He wanted to remind her, but in the end, his lips only trembled twice, and in the end he did not speak.
Awkward, silent.
Silence, embarrassment.
It took a full two or three minutes for Lang Xianghun to break the silence between the two: "You... who are you?"
Ning Tao's lips moved, but he only said one word: "I..."
This was not a script that he had planned. When things developed like this, the crew's bus had already overturned, and there was no script left.
Tell her straightforwardly his identity and purpose
This is risky. If she is a die-hard loyalist of the Sky Temple, not only will his plan fail, but his identity will also be exposed.
Kill her and silence her
His plan would still fail, but the risk would end here and his identity would not be exposed. But he was really not willing to just kill her and leave here.
what to do
His mind was running rapidly, and one script after another appeared in his mind, but he rejected them all.
So, faced with Lang Xianghun's question, what could he say
"Say! Or I'll kill you!" Lang Xianghun pretended to be ferocious, and the fluorescent sword in his hand really tried hard to pierce Ning Tao's neck.
At this moment, a classic movie ending suddenly flashed through Ning Tao's mind.
Isn't that bridge section tailor-made for this situation
"Say!" Lang Xianghun yelled at Ning Tao, her emotions a little out of control.
Ning Tao forced out two tears.
Lang Xianghun was stunned for a moment: "You... why are you crying?"
Ning Tao spoke, his voice full of sadness: "There was once a sincere love in front of me, but I didn't cherish it. I regretted it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God If you can give me another chance, I will say three words to that girl, I love you. If I have to add a time limit to this love, I hope it will be ten thousand years!"
What's happening here
Lang Xianghun was immediately confused. She didn't know what Ning Tao was talking about, but she didn't know why she felt that what Ning Tao said at this moment was so emotional and nice to listen to. Her iceberg-like heart actually showed signs of melting. .
Ning Tao continued: "I was also a light spirit person."
"What did you say?" Lang Xianghun was frightened again.
Ning Tao said: "Don't you see? We only have different hair and eye colors, but that's because..."
"Why?" Lang Xianghun's thinking eyes were led away by Ning Tao.
Ning Tao sighed: "That's because I am a god, look into my eyes."
Lang Xianghun stared into Ning Tao's eyes.
Ning Tao's eyes turned golden in an instant, and two rays of light that looked like substance shot out and penetrated into Lang Xianghun's eyes.
At this moment, Lang Xianghun's eyes were filled with golden light. In her eyes, a humble Ironborn person with golden light all over his body and a golden halo above his head suddenly became extremely sacred and could not be offended.
Ning Tao sighed again: "You and I were lovers, we loved each other to the death, but then I touched the last barrier, and I had no choice but to practice in seclusion. This seclusion lasted for a hundred years, and I didn't know until I came out. You... you are no longer alive."
Two more tears fell.
Ning Tao's voice was choked with sobs: "You are a kind woman. I thought your soul would definitely go to the sacred mountain, so I decided to go through the tribulation and go to the sacred mountain to find you. You don't know how difficult it is to go through the tribulation. I almost came close several times. I lost it all because I thought about you and persevered. I finally survived the divine calamity. I searched for you all over the world. I only found out about the Apocalypse Kingdom not long ago, and I also found out that you became the envoy of the Sky Temple. So I asked Miss Lingyu to help me find you. You still like spices as much as in the previous life, so I devoted myself to research and finally found the most mysterious drunken fragrance soul. You know, all I did was just that. For you... look at me, look at me carefully, I am your Wu Jing!"
The small fluorescent sword in Lang Xianghun's hand fell from his hand and fell to the ground silently.
Then, without her control, the small sword automatically climbed up the instep of her feet and then got in.
But that's not the point.
The point is that two tears rolled down from Lang Xianghun's eyes.
Those tears are also energy. When they meet the air, they turn into spots of light, which has a unique and poignant beauty.
Ning Tao's voice was gentle: "Xianghun, don't cry. Didn't we meet?"
"You...are everything you said true?" Lang Xianghun's voice was choked with sobs.
Ning Tao forced out two more tears: "Xianghun, I can swear to God that every word I said is true. If what I said is false, let this day..."
Before he could say anything, Lang Xianghun suddenly threw herself into Ning Tao's arms and covered his mouth with her hands.
This time, she didn't embed herself into his body, and her hands gave Ning Tao a real and fake feeling. It was a wonderful feeling that words can't describe.
Ning Tao put his arms around her waist, but he sighed in his heart, and cursed himself: "You are such a scumbag. Your lying skills are better than your divine power. You are not a child-giving god. You should It’s only right to be called a scumbag god... A scumbag!”
"Can you tell me about my past life?" Lang Xianghun whispered in Ning Tao's ear: "I, I don't remember anything, but when I see your appearance, I have an indescribable feeling of intimacy. … Could this be the love from the previous life?”
Ning Tao said: "Yes, this is the love of the past life. In the previous life, we lived in Huaguo Mountain, and there was a Liusha River in front of the mountain. We have been together since childhood, childhood sweethearts, and we often bathed in the Liusha River. Do you still remember, we When I was a child, I never wore clothes while bathing in the Liusha River... "
Lang Xianghun tried very hard to recall the Huaguo Mountain and Liusha River, but could not remember anything.
The people of God are not
Having memories of past lives simply gives Ning Tao unlimited space to use his imagination. There were so many story themes in the Four Great Classics. He could just use them, so there was no need for him to think hard.
"Really?"
"Xianghun, I can swear to God, if I tell a lie, just call me..."
Lang Xianghun covered Ning Tao's mouth again: "I believe you. Don't swear at every turn. Even if you are a god, you can't swear randomly."
Ning Tao nodded and said softly: "I am too nervous about you. I am afraid of losing you again, so..."
"I'm in your arms, you won't lose me, we were just..." She didn't continue, a blush appeared on her cheeks.
Although the blush is in the form of energy, it is also so realistic that it makes people's hearts beat. The cheeks are like the petals of a peach blossom in March, pink and red, which can be broken by blowing.
Ning Tao mentally scolded himself for being a scumbag again, but on his face he said seriously: "Xianghun, it's all my fault, I was too impulsive."
"No, you didn't move anything, it was all me."
"Blame it on me, I shouldn't have given you the drunken soul."
"No, I like your drunk soul. It brought us together. Wu Jing, please tell me about my past life. What kind of person am I?"
"In your previous life, you were a great beauty. You were ingenious. Not only were you proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but you were also good at embroidery. Your favorite thing was to sit in front of your window. Every time I passed under your window, you would throw down Let me pick something up for you, sometimes it's a hydrangea, sometimes it's a handkerchief..."
Lang Xianghun was stunned for a moment while listening, completely immersed in Ning Tao's story.
"Do you still remember, there is a teahouse next door to your house, and the vegetable seller likes to move chairs and stools to sit in front of her house and eat melon seeds. Every time I see me passing downstairs of your house, she will deliberately Say hello to me loudly, Master Wujing, you are here..."
There was a smile on Lang Xianghun's lips. She liked Ning Tao's story.
Ning Tao pieced together some stories from the four famous works, but it was his eloquent and vivid narration that invisibly added a bit of authenticity to the story. That's right. If he hadn't experienced those things personally, how could he have spoken about them so easily, fluently and emotionally
This lecture lasted several sticks of incense, and Ning Tao was exhausted. Even the story became loose, without the strict logic and rhythm before.
This is normal. The more lies you tell, the more holes you will find.
Ning Tao felt that he couldn't talk any more, so he changed the subject: "Xianghun, let's talk so much today, you won't be able to remember if you talk too much. The days are long, and we will never be separated again. I will tell you stories every day from now on." , okay?”
"Yeah." Lang Xianghun nodded. She felt that what Ning Tao said made sense. She had forgotten some of the details Ning Tao had said before.
Ning Tao said: "I'll get you some clothes. You put them on, be careful not to catch a cold."
Lang Xianghun pursed his lips and smiled: "How can I catch a cold as a citizen of the gods? You care too much about me."
"Yes, yes, care leads to chaos." Ning Tao climbed along the pole.
Lang Xianghun still went to put on the white dress. She looked at Ning Tao: "Wu Jing, do you still have Zuixianghun? Let's do some together."
Ning Tao: "..."
She's really addicted.
If I had known this, I would tell you your sister’s story!