This little girl came here today, probably not just for fun.
Ling Er immediately thought about it after hearing this. After a long while, she suddenly shouted, "I want to see a martial arts performance."
"Martial arts performance?"
"Yes, it's those amazing kung fu of yours. I want to see it. Brother Tian, please dance." A sweet voice and a pair of eyes as big as crystal grapes, as if saying no would be a heinous crime.
In this situation, could Nangong Tianlan say "no"? Obviously, he couldn't. So, he could only perform a martial arts performance as the little girl said.
Stand like a pine tree, when the breeze blows, the leaves dance.
With a wave of his hand, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword moved like a dragon, seemingly weak, but the moves were very sharp.
The fallen leaves followed the sword energy and floated down, creating ripples on the surface of the lake.
Stand like a pine tree, when the breeze blows, the leaves dance.
The golden python robe fluttered, like a king stepping out from the peak of darkness, with unstoppable momentum.
With a wave of his hand, a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword moved like a dragon, seemingly weak, but the moves were very sharp.
Jumps, sweeps, barbs, spins, every move was almost perfect.
Tianlang was a very strict person, and she knew this very well. Just like when he trained them, every movement and every posture was required to be perfect. Tianlang played an indispensable role in her achievements today.
The fallen leaves followed the sword energy and floated down, creating ripples on the surface of the lake.
It was a stunning face, with chiseled features, and the jade slab was bright and smooth. The wind blew over it, and it seemed like a divine being. It was a perfect blend of coldness and darkness, and the python robe outlined a classical beauty. The long and thick sword-like eyebrows, the high nose bridge, and the thin and sexy lips were always condensed with ice and snow.
Looking at the man dancing not far away, complex emotions were reflected in her purple eyes.
So similar, everything is so similar.
Suddenly, Ling'er waved her hand, and the branch broke straight off, and a part of it fell into her palm. She slapped the stone table, and leaped straight into the air, attacking Nangong Tianlan as fast as lightning.
The slender willow branch in her hand seemed to have life, and under Ling'er's control, it had a variety of postures. She jumped in front of Nangong Tianlan and swept it straight. The willow branch was like a sharp sword, cutting the air.
Nangong Tianlan was caught off guard and quickly leaned back. Just a fraction of a second later, the arrow passed directly a few centimeters in front of his neck.
Because of her body shape, Ling'er was always in the air. After missing the first attack, she fell down. She hooked one foot on a willow branch nearby and flew up again.
With the elasticity of the branches, it spun a few times in the air, with the willow branches raised. The airflow followed Ling'er's direction, and waves appeared, falling on the water, splashing water.
Looking at the oncoming attack, Nangong Tianlan dodged it with a backflip and landed on a lotus leaf in the lake.
The surprise in his eyes could no longer be described as shock. Who could have thought that he, the dignified Prince Xuan, the God of War of Apocalypse, would be forced into such a situation by a three-year-old girl.
It seemed that from the moment she started attacking, he had not had time to fight back and was only able to deal with her strange attacks.
I thought Emperor Shi Tian was just lucky, but I never thought that he was so lucky that even the heavens were jealous. Such a wonderful person turned out to be his daughter
God is so unfair!
However, we should be thankful that it was just his daughter! If not, it would be even more troublesome!
While he was distracted, Ling'er had already approached him less than a meter away. Her little hand brushed the willow branches and waved towards Nangong Tianlan. Three tender green willow leaves were like hidden weapons, passing through the air layer as fast as lightning and flew towards Nangong Tianlan.
Flying flowers can hurt people. This is the highest realm of martial arts. Flowers, plants and trees can all be used as weapons to achieve victory.
Nangong Tianlan came back to his senses and was about to dodge, but suddenly he curled his lips and gave up all actions.
The willow leaf was heading towards his vitals. If it hit, he would die on the spot.
Damn it! Ling Er was secretly annoyed when she saw this, and then she shouted, "Be careful!"
The little hand waved again, and spiritual power poured out, forcibly changing the trajectory of the willow leaf. However, it still brushed Nangong Tianlan's cheek.
"Damn it, what are you doing!" Ling'er ran over, stood by the lotus pond, and roared with a gloomy face.
He was clearly ready to dodge just now, but he suddenly gave up!
What the hell is he doing? Is he playing with his life
Nangong Tianlan said nothing and flew back to the pavilion.
Ling'er quickly stepped forward and grabbed his collar... Why could she grab his collar? Because Nangong Tianlan had already squatted down, as if he was deliberately adjusting to Ling'er's height...
A pair of purple eyes widened, a pair of small hands tightly grasped his collar, and repeated word by word: "What were you doing just now!"
Looking at the angry little person in front of him, Nangong Tianlan felt particularly happy for some reason. The reason why he suddenly stopped all his actions just now was to see the purpose of this little girl attacking him.
At the last moment, she stopped.
So, this was a test! As for what it was, he couldn't think of it for the time being.
However, it was an unexpected bonus to see this girl worried about him.
It seems that the eyes wrapped in ice show some signs of melting at this moment.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ling'er's anger burned even more fiercely. According to her previous temper, she should have scolded him a lot, but the faint red mark was like the coldest spring water in Tianshan Mountain, which extinguished all her anger and resentment in an instant.
The red that came into view stung her bright eyes. The angry and gloomy color quietly faded away, leaving only a cold mist.
Time stood still and the picture froze, as if returning to the moment when Tianlang died.
At that moment, it was this glaring color that kept filling her eyes. Until it took his life away...
Tears, I don't know when, have been hanging on my cheeks. The little hand gradually loosened and moved closer to his cheek.
His movements were extremely slow, like an old man, and his eyes were filled with fear as well as mist.
She was afraid, she was afraid that what she would touch would be so cold.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Looking at the person in front of him, the one who was staring at him blankly and crying for the umpteenth time, he felt at a loss.
He knew that she was like this because she regarded him as her savior. Could there really be someone in the world who looked so much like him? If there really was, then it meant that he was not the one she was looking for. In that case, should he still be grateful to God for giving him such a face so that he could recognize her in the dark! (To be continued)