Jing Changning looked at Yi He's innocent expression and lowered his eyelids slightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"That's how much I'm thinking about." She whispered.

Her gaze fell on the tips of her twink, and her eyes glowed a deep black from an unseen angle.

Talking to Nangong Luoyue that day, her expression was indeed a little trance at first, and she didn't pay attention to her surroundings, but she was only in a trance for a while, and soon she found that someone was hiding around.

But at that time, she didn't know who the man was, and she didn't think about what to do for a moment.

Until he and Nangong Luoyue left, he pulled back and turned back.

saw the scene that made her heart tremble slightly.

The sword light that was as white as snow, and the cold and resolute expression of the young man in dark gray clothes.

……

The night wind rises, and the withered leaves are rolled up.

Jing Changning walked up to Li Xia and stuffed the goose into his hand unceremoniously.

Her eyes moved slightly, and the corners of her lips flashed with a playful and playful smile.

"I'm cold." She raised her head to look at Yi He, and her words were very scoundrel. "Take off your coat and put it on me!"

Yi He smiled warmly at Jing Changning with a slightly fierce and angry look, stretched out his hand and took off his coat, draped it on Jing Changning's shoulders, and said with a little doting: "You are indeed wearing a little little, and it will be winter in more than a month, so adults don't know how to take care of themselves." ”

Yi He took off his outer shirt, and only the snow-colored thin shirt brocade inside was left, and he smiled slightly under the fading starlight, like a warm spring breeze.

Jing Changning tied Yi He's dark gray coat tightly, and the snow-white fluff of the coat was covered in the dark gray coat, and the neckline was slightly bulging, which looked a little inexplicably funny.

"It's late at night, you give me your coat, it's so cold, you can go back first." Jing Changning said to Yi He.

"And." Jing Changning looked at Li Xia and the goose in Li Xia's arms with some amusement, "You should go back first." ”

"And where are you going?" Li Xia and Yi He asked in unison.

"It's such a beautiful night, I want to walk alone." Jing Changning said.

The silent tone raised slightly, she raised the corners of her lips lightly, and as soon as she stepped on the ground, she jumped towards a deep alley.

Jing Changning ran very fast, like a breeze that was difficult to reach, and Yi He and Li Xia's eyes fell on Jing Changning's back warmly.

"Aren't you really going with you?" Li Xia hugged the goose and said.

Yi He looked at the snow-colored thin underwear on his body, thinking about Jing Changning's appearance in his outer shirt, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips: "She...... If you don't want us to go with you, then go back and wait for her. ”

……

Jing Changning turned a few alleys, and his steps stepped on the familiar alley.

It's a little closer to the Manna Temple.

A few days ago, King Yi entered the Manna Temple and closed the sacrifice.

She walked the path to the Manna Temple here, and she walked very seriously, one step at a time, one step at a time, and even the arrangement of the stones at the intersection she knew clearly.

Thinking of this, she stopped, her eyelids closed slightly, and the wind blew the broken hair that fell from her forehead.

I heard footsteps falling softly in the night.

If the shadow of the moon is like a jade immersed in the bottom of the pool, quiet and silent, carefully, as if the slightest breeze will break the time.

Nangong Luoyue walked very slowly, and the young man in dark gray clothes stood under a dead tree not far away.

The eyelids are closed, the breeze is like a dream, and time flies.

A silver sword was held between Nangong Luoyue's right hand, and the long sword was lifted upside down, cutting through a dusty breath in the air.

Her hands were trembling slightly.

Until they got closer and closer, only a foot away.

Jing Changning's eyes opened slightly, and her gaze fell firmly on Nangong Luoyue's face.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" She asked in a cold voice.

Nangong Luoyue's right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, she gritted her teeth and said, "No, it's too." ”

With that, she raised her sword and stabbed at Jing Changning.

The moment the sword blade stabbed out, Nangong Luoyue's slightly trembling right hand stabilized, his wrist was straight, he sank slightly, and then sent it forward with force.

The wind was light, and the night was slightly cool.

Jing Changning looked at the long sword on his chest, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, outlining an arc like a crescent moon.

She didn't move, just stood still.

Watching the blade of the sword pierce into his body, his gaze did not fluctuate in the slightest.

After Nangong Luoyue stabbed out that sword, the whole person seemed to have lost all his strength, and he fell to the ground, his eyes were slightly lowered, and it was a pool of blood that showed a deep red in the night.

The blood stretched forward, as if it was struggling, struggling so painfully and so seriously.

Jing Changning crossed the desolate Nangong Falling Moon and walked forward.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

She had the long sword in her chest, and the long sword ran through her chest, and her steps were swaying, but irreversible, and stoic.

Blood, flowing down the front and back of the chest through the wound pierced by the sword, stained on the dark gray clothes, was not very clear.

Until the drips fall to the ground, puddles of dark red.

Every step she took was a puddle of blood the size of a footprint.

The corners of her lips spilled blood, and her eyes were slightly confused, but they were not as deep as before, but there was a slight brightness in the confusion.

She reached out and wiped the corners of her lips, and looked down at the blood oozing from her chest, she tilted her head slightly, a little curious and a little amazed: "It turns out that there is so much blood in the human body." ”

Her eyes flashed with some lively thought, as if she had discovered some mystery: "Blood has always represented killing and ruthlessness, but there is so much blood in the human body, no wonder life is miserable." ”

She walked on, a trance in her mind, as if an ethereal song was about to drag her into an abyss.

Like, death is so warm and palpable.

In the confusion, a gentle young man opened his arms to her and smiled softly.

"Brother, did you shed so much blood when you died?" Jing Changning looked at the ethereal illusion and muttered to himself with some sadness.

Until time burns out, it seems like it's just a moment, and it seems like a lifetime of distant.

Jing Changning's face was pale, if the snow-colored rice paper had not yet been inked, the black pupils in the depths of his eyes became more and more shining through this lining.

She walked with accurate and calculated steps, turning a few alleys, sometimes messy, sometimes neat, like a drop of ink, sometimes crazy, sometimes graceful.

If it is painted, it looks like a game.

Until her steps stopped at the foot of a mountain.

The mountain breeze is slightly cool, climbing the trajectory of the cliff.

Jing Changning bent her knees and fell heavily on the soil at the foot of the mountain, the craggy rocks piercing her knees, but the pain was completely overshadowed by the tear in her chest.

Jing Changning blinked slightly, his eyes a little bitter and a little cunning.

She raised her head, the color of the stars fell into the depths of her eyes, and the cool mountain breeze blew away some bloodstains.

Raise your lips lightly and smile like a flower.

"Help!" She shouted.