Zhang Ning's eyes were staring at Jiuyan, the pain in his hand, Zhang Ning couldn't feel it, and the pain in his heart was far more intense than this.

Jiuyan felt Zhang Ning's gaze, "Why do you want to kill me?, even if I kill you, you can't kill me!" As he spoke, Jiuyan let go of Zhang Ning and put his sword on the ground, looking fearless.

Zhang Ning slowly stood up, the hatred in his heart filled his eyes, Zhang Ning picked up Jiuyan's sword and was silent. Jiuyan saw Zhang Ning pick up the sword, "Come on, kill and stab here." ”

Saying that, he pointed to his chest, Zhang Ning took the sword and stabbed Jiuyan into the chest, and the blood suddenly flowed out, even if it was a dull pain, Jiuyan still didn't say anything, just smiled with relief, "You still stabbed after all." ”

The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed out, and the ninth master slowly closed his eyes and fell straight back. Zhang Ning was stunned when he saw that Jiuyuan didn't even hide.

He didn't expect Jiuyan to let him stab him like that, he thought that Jiuyan would at least fight back, "Why? Why don't you fight back?" Zhang Ning shouted at Jiuyan in a broken heart, looking at the blood on his hands, Zhang Ning's tears couldn't stop flowing.

The Ninth Master opened his eyes with difficulty, "Because I can't bear it." Zhang Ning will never know how important he is to Jiuyang, and Jiu Ye will never forget it, Zhang Ning, the first time he saw the people of the Heavenly Clan subjugating demons, and saw Jiuyan's timid appearance, Jiuyan made up his mind to protect him for the rest of his life.

But later he knew that Zhang Ning was beast blood, and Jiuyan knew that one day he would eventually stand on the opposite side of him, and there would always be someone who would fall, if he had to make a decision, then Jiuyan hoped that it would be himself.

Jiuyan slowly closed his eyes and shed a tear, this tear was for himself. Zhang Ning saw the tears in the corners of Jiuyan's eyes, and cried even louder.

"Hey, can you stop arguing?" Jiuyan felt that Zhang Ning's voice was really noisy, making him want to sleep for a while, "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?" I said it, you can't kill me, don't believe it yourself." ”

Jiuyan opened the wound and showed it to Zhang Ning, and the wound that was still bleeding just now was unexpectedly traceless. Zhang Ning's tears were contained, and he pounced on Jiuyan, "Great, you're not dead." ”

"Yes, yes, I'm not dead, even if I'm dead, I'll call you back, crying so loudly and so ugly. Jiuyang was pounced on by Zhang Ning, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. Looking at Zhang Ning crying like that, Jiuyan couldn't help but roll his eyes and push Zhang Ning down.

"Clean up and see me again, it's ugly. The wine and cigarettes couldn't help but dislike Zhang Ninglai, and he didn't know who it was just now, so he was so reluctant to let others go.

Zhang Ning was pushed down, and he didn't get angry, just looked at Jiuyan and smirked. "Okay, okay, I'll clean up. Zhang Ning thought to himself that this time there should be no more separation.

Zhang Ning helped Jiuyan up, took Jiuyan's sword, and went to the teleportation array in the direction he came. Jiuyan suddenly let go of his hand, "I can't go with you, I still have important things to do." ”

"About the Demon Race" Zhang Ning thought about it, and only this reason can be reasonably explained. Jiuyan nodded, thought about it, and hugged Zhang Ning again, "Don't be so dirty next time we meet." ”

Zhang Ning felt a warm embrace, and it disappeared as soon as it was pasted, and he was a little stunned. But he still nodded towards Jiuyan, "Okay, then we'll see you next time." ”