In this situation, Ling Tian really didn't know how to refuse Ning Qingcheng, and Ling Tian couldn't bear to refuse Ning Qingcheng.

So, Ling Tian tried his best to calm down his emotions, and said as calmly as possible, "Girl, please speak." Although Ling is not talented, he will definitely try his best to meet the girl's wishes. ”

His polite behavior made Ling Tian's image even taller in Ning Qingcheng's mind. If he could, Ning Tingcheng was really unwilling to leave, even if it was just a remnant soul body, Ning Tingcheng would be happy to follow Ling Tian all the time.

However, Ning Qingcheng knew that all this was an extravagant hope. Ling Tian's previous attitude, Ning Qingcheng already knew the result, so she would not force Ling Tian to do it.

Taking a step back, even if Ling Tian really agreed, his remnant soul could follow him. But Ning Qingcheng understood that it was still just a luxury.

Even when he was alive, his strength was only a heaven-level ninefold. Those peerless masters of the sect couldn't keep their divine souls for hundreds of thousands of years, let alone themselves.

On the one hand, he was able to maintain the way he was now, on the one hand, because of his father and uncle, and on the other hand, because of the unique conditions of this Nine Heavenly Ladder Assessment Place.

Of course, there is another very important condition that cannot be ignored, that is, one's own obsession, an obsession that must find the person he wants.

Now that this person has been found, Ning Qingcheng also feels that it is time for him to leave. But really, I'm really reluctant now.

However, the reality is like this No matter how reluctant Ning Qingcheng is, the reality is still the reality. Ning Qingcheng, who had been defeated by reality back then, can only accept reality now.

Qin Se and Ming, close to each other. Once upon a time, this was the kind of life that Ning Qingcheng wanted. After hundreds of thousands of years, Ning Chengcheng finally found someone who could meet the requirements. But hundreds of thousands of years of vicissitudes, everything is not what it used to be.

Reality, Ning Chengcheng, who has been smoothed out by the years, can only choose to accept reality.

Ning Qingcheng also knew that whether it was for himself or for Ling Tian, accepting the reality was the best result.

However, there was one thing that Ning Qingcheng was very happy about, that is, Ling Tian agreed to fulfill his last wish.

Ning Qingcheng forcibly held back his crying, sorted out his expression, and said happily: "Childe, can you make a poem for me?"

"No problem. Ling Tian didn't hesitate and agreed directly. Ling Tian didn't expect that at this last moment, Ning Qingcheng still made such a request.

This request was both expected and unexpected by Ling Tian.

If Ning Tingcheng wanted to make a poem for her by himself, then the previous one was completely enough.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent.

One look at the city, and then look at the country.

Rather than know the city and the country, it is difficult to get a beautiful woman.

Ling Tian felt that there was no poem more suitable for Ning Chengcheng than this poem, but Ling Tian knew that this was not what Ning Qingcheng wanted.

Identity, artistic conception. This is not what Ning Qingcheng wants.

Looking at Ning Qingcheng's expectant look, Ling Tian finally relented this time.

"What you want, I'll give it to you. Ling Tian said silently in his heart, this time, Ling Tian didn't want to disappoint Ning Qingcheng, this time, he would definitely make Ning Qingcheng happy.

The spring water and spring pond are full, and the spring grass grows in spring. Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds make spring sounds.

I was not born, and I was old. You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

People are thousands of miles away, and the intention is in a cup. Just think about the long future, sail and wait for the wind.

Since entering the Changxin Palace, each pair of lonely lamps has cried. Boudoir town can't be opened, where does the dream come from.

Don't travel a thousand miles, and there is no time to come. On the thirtieth day of the month, there is no night without lovesickness.

This is the only poem that Ling Tian can think of that can fit the current artistic conception.

When Ling Tian recited the whole poem, Ning Qingcheng was also stunned, and kept repeating the poems that Ling Tian had made for himself, especially the sentence: "I was not born when you were born, and I am old when you were born." You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early. It was repeated in Ning Qingcheng's mouth.

At this moment, Ning Qingcheng got an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. At this moment, Ning Qingcheng finally felt that his hundreds of thousands of years of waiting were worth it.

Even if he was about to be wiped out, Ning Qingcheng was satisfied.

"Goodbye, I'm gone, my love. After saying this, before Ling Tian could react, Ning Qingcheng's remnant soul disappeared directly in front of him.

However, at the moment when Ling Tian unconsciously wanted to reach out and retain Ning Chengcheng. There was a sudden change in my body, especially my soul, as if it was about to explode, and I was uncomfortable.

This is, the spirit of the Ten Thousand Realms Diagram hurriedly reminded: "Hurry, Ling Tian hurry up, this is Ning Tiancheng's last feedback to you, don't let down someone's heart!"

After being reminded by the machine spirit, Ling Tian finally understood what was going on. However, it was precisely after figuring out what was going on that Ling Tian's heart became very uncomfortable.

As for why he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and what kind of uncomfortable method it was, Ling Tian couldn't describe it at all.

Anyway, it's like a part of my heart is missing.,It's become very uncomfortable.。

It stands to reason that this feeling could not have happened to Ling Tian. After all, with the blessing of these seven exquisite hearts, Ling Tian now really had two hearts. That kind of lack of daring should not be possible in himself.

However, he just appeared, and he really felt it.

Up to now, Ling Tian still hadn't noticed that Ning Tiancheng, the woman who had fallen into the country and the city, the woman who gave up her life at all costs in order to pursue what she loved, had already planted a seed in her heart, what Ling Tian didn't know was that this seed would take root and sprout one day sooner or later.

However, these esoteric things, Ling Tian didn't have time to think about them now.

Ning Tingcheng's remnant soul was dissipated, but what Ling Tian didn't expect was that Ning Lingcheng actually turned her remnant soul into the purest energy.

"Why bother!" Ling Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head. Ning Qingcheng used his last strength to give himself a great favor.

A favor that you can never pay off. Of course, Ling Tian was not a hypocritical person, since the period had already developed to this point. This favor, Ling Tian can only choose to inherit it.