After Xuan Chonghai returned to the inner mansion of the Xuan Mansion, he immediately put Leng Hao down, took Xuan Ling with him, and returned to the room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gently putting Xuan Ling down, Xuan Chonghai immediately urged his spiritual power, trying to expel the drop of essence blood that was fused in Xuan Ling's body.

It doesn't matter if he dies, the only thing he can't let go of is Xuan Ling, a child who will never grow up in his eyes.

After a long while, Xuan Chonghai's face was pale, and he was sweating profusely on his forehead, but no matter how he urged his spiritual power, the drop of essence blood in Xuan Ling's body could not be discharged.

His face was a little crazy, he took out an elixir and took it, and continued to increase his spiritual power, trying to expel the essence blood.

After another while, the spiritual power in Xuan Chonghai's body was exhausted, and the essence blood in Xuan Ling's body did not feel the slightest feeling of being discharged.

Xuan Chonghai withdrew his palm bitterly, looked at Xuan Ling apologetically, and said slowly, "Ling'er, it's my father who is sorry for you, and he shouldn't let you go to the Qinghuo Ruins." ”

Xuan Chonghai let his daughter enter the Qinghuo Ruins in order to destroy Xuan Bing, but now he really regrets it, the ghosts and demons in the Qinghuo Ruins not only did not disappear, but also suffered heavy losses.

"Ling'er, don't worry, even if your father dies, he will keep you safe." Xuan Chonghai glanced at Xuan Ling, who was lying quietly and exhaling like an orchid, and said with a firm gaze.

Then Xuan Chonghai got up, took heavy steps, and returned to the inner house.

But at the moment when Xuan Chonghai walked out of the Xuanling room, his face suddenly changed, without saying a word, he sacrificed a flying sword, and at the same time took a pill to restore his spiritual power, stepped on the flying sword, and quickly flew to the inner mansion.

In the distance, Xuan Chonghai saw a crack appear in the valley of the inner mansion like the exit of a huge suction cup, and his face changed, thinking that the demon had walked out of the ruins of the green fire.

Immediately slapped the storage bag, sacrificed a few magic weapons, and stared at the exit with a vigilant face.

I saw that in the exit, a figure gradually walked out, dressed in black, carrying a cyan flying sword on his back, with a handsome face with a coldness from the heart.

Xuan Chonghai was stunned, and then he was overjoyed, and immediately withdrew his magic weapon and flew to Ning Wushuang's side.

"Little friend, you're back." Xuan Chonghai stepped forward with a happy expression and wanted to pat Ning Wushuang's shoulder.

But the palm of his hand was raised to the average, and he stopped awkwardly, because he saw Ning Wushuang looking at him coldly.

Xuan Chonghai was a little reluctant in his heart, knowing that Ning Wushuang hated himself for not telling the truth, and tricked Ning Wushuang into going to the ruins of Qinghuo, so that Ning Wushuang almost died.

"It's the antidote." Ning Wushuang patted the storage bag, sacrificed two purple pills, and then walked towards the outer mansion without looking back.

Xuan Chonghai took the antidote, his heart was very heavy, he sighed, and he didn't ask Ning Wushuang how he got the antidote and how he escaped from the palm of the demon son's hand.

looked at the two pills in his hand, and then his expression showed joy, and he took one pill without hesitation, and then took the other pill to Leng Hao's room.

At the same time, his consciousness spread, paying attention to Ning Wushuang's movements, and sure enough, Ning Wushuang did not return to his room, but walked into Xuan Ling's room.

Xuan Chonghai withdrew his consciousness with a smile on his face, and then stepped into Leng Hao's room.

At this time, Ning Wushuang looked at the picture scrolls in the Xuanling room, and his cold expression revealed a trace of complexity, and his heart was even more inexplicably painful.

He retracted his gaze, flipped his hand, took out a purple elixir, and then slowly walked to Xuan Ling's side and sat down quietly.

Seeing that Xuan Ling's face was pale and a little anxious, Ning Wushuang's brows furrowed slightly.

Then he took the purple elixir, gently opened Xuan Ling's cherry lips, and took the elixir.

Although the pill particles were large, they melted in the mouth, and I saw a purple aura enveloping Xuan Ling in an instant, and a drop of dark essence blood was sacrificed in the next moment.

Ning Wushuang's eyes flashed, and he summoned the jade slip, only to see the essence blood dripping on the jade slip, emitting an extremely strong light.

Ning Wushuang's expression froze, "What does this ghost devil have to do with Yu Jian?" ”

He didn't completely believe the words of the ghost demon son before, but Ning Wushuang knew that since the moment Yu Jian recognized himself as the master, the ghost demon son had never had the heart to kill himself.

After thinking for a while, he didn't come up with a final idea, Ning Wushuang took back the jade slip, and then looked at Xuan Ling.

His cold expression was still the same, but there was gradually a trace of tenderness in his eyes.

He didn't know when he started to be attracted to the girl in front of him, maybe it was the first time he saw her, maybe he saw the picture scroll in her room, or maybe she was desperate to stop Xu Qing from killing him for himself.

At this moment, Ning Wushuang really knew that she was not in love with Xu Qing, but a kind of dependence.

Seeing Xu Qing and Jiang Xuan hugging, he felt uneasy and lost in his heart, just because he was afraid of losing Xu Qing.

And after experiencing all the things in the ruins of the green fire, his state of mind has changed, but the heart of revenge has never changed, but has become stronger.

"Ning Wushuang, let's go." At this moment, Xuan Ling's forehead was sweating profusely, his eyes were closed, and he was whispering, while his slender jade hand was grasping indiscriminately.

Ning Wushuang's body trembled, stretched out his palm, held Xuan Ling's jade hand, and said gently, "I'm here." ”

Suddenly, Xuan Ling fell silent, and Ning Wushuang found that Xuan Ling was holding his palm dead at this time.

Ning Wushuang glanced at Xuan Ling with a complicated expression, and then tried to release his palm, with a pain in his heart, he turned around and walked out of Xuan Ling's room.

He was burdened with resentment, and White Frost's arrogance was not something he could fight against now, so he couldn't bring Xuan Ling into the sea of fire, and he couldn't let White Frost know that Xuan Ling was his weakness.

Therefore, he can only pretend to be ruthless, and would rather not get it for the rest of his life, rather than hurt Xuanling for half a point.

Ning Wushuang opened the door with a heavy heart, only to see a domineering figure appear in front of him.

Ning Wushuang's expression gradually became cold, and after gently closing the door, he said slowly to Xuan Chonghai, "Don't tell her." ”

Xuan Chonghai nodded solemnly, then patted the storage bag and took out a few spirit grasses, "These, the right to apologize to Xiaoyou." ”

Ning Wushuang glanced at Xuan Chonghai coldly, and then took down those few spirit grasses with a move of his hand.

"When is Xiaoyou leaving?" Seeing that Ning Wushuang accepted the spirit grass, Xuan Chonghai was overjoyed in his heart, and asked with a slight smile.

"Tomorrow." Ning Wushuang spoke lightly, then turned around and walked to his room.

Xuan Chonghai looked at Ning Wushuang's cold back, sighed, then looked at Xuan Ling's room, shook his head and sighed, and left.

Ning Wushuang, who returned to the room, took out the spirit grass, and then looked at it carefully, and suddenly his heart jumped.

These spiritual grasses are all three-grade spiritual grasses, and the spiritual grasses are divided into one to nine grades, and the nine grades are the best, although the three grades are not high-grade, they are also pills that can refine some foundation-building period monks to quickly recover their spiritual power.

Among them, there is also a purple core grass, which is one of the main medicinal materials for refining Tsukidan.

Although these spirit grasses are not precious to the monks of the foundation building period, they are rare treasures for the monks of the qi refining period.

However, with Ning Wushuang's current spiritual power and alchemy skills, he couldn't refine the Zhuji Dan, so he decided that when he returned to the Burial Sword Sect, he would retreat and cultivate to improve his cultivation and alchemy skills.

After putting away these spirit grasses, Ning Wushuang's mind moved, and the black-gray jade slip suddenly appeared.

This jade slip is quite weird, although he thinks he is the master, but the content inside, Ning Wushuang still can't see it clearly.

He took a deep breath, put the jade slip in his hand, and then looked at it carefully, this time he looked at it, there was no first pain, and his eyes were not bleeding and tearing.

It's just that the handwriting on this jade slip is clear, but as long as Ning Wushuang looks at it carefully, it immediately becomes blurry, and the content in front of it is only remembered for a second, and Ning Wushuang forgets it in the next second.

Ning Wushuang's face was very unwilling, and he tried hard to make himself remember the content of the jade slip.

And time flies in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, it is early in the morning, the early morning of the outer house, the sun is shining, and the promenade is full of mottled shadows.

It was early spring, and the lawn was covered with heavy dew, like a layer of hoarfrost, crushing the young grass.

Ning Wushuang gently opened the door, at this time, he had already changed into a clean white robe, his expression was cold, and he couldn't help but glance at the door of Xuanling's confinement.

The cold gaze gradually added a trace of loss, but the loss was fleeting, and it was soon replaced by coldness.

He closed the door of his room, sighed easily, and stepped down the corridor.

Today, he was leaving, and he didn't say goodbye to Xuan Ling, nor did he say goodbye to anyone.

He knew the path he was going to take in the future, and he knew the grudges he carried, so he didn't want to leave any worries behind.

Of course, leaving no trace of concern was just what he thought, because in front of him, the thin Leng Hao gradually came over.

Leng Hao looked at Ning Wushuang, his expression was a little complicated, and finally said softly, "Brother Ning, do you really want to leave?" ”

"Hmm." Ning Wushuang responded coldly.

"Then what sect are you in, when I destroy the Zuo family, I will follow you." Leng Hao hesitated for a moment, and finally asked nervously.

"Burial Sword Sect." Ning Wushuang's response was still cold, and there seemed to be a coldness in his words that kept people away from thousands of miles away.

"Okay, I'll definitely follow you." Leng Hao said with a firm gaze.

Ning Wushuang glanced at Leng Hao, then nodded lightly, bypassed Leng Hao, and continued to walk alone.

"Ning Wushuang, you stop for me." At this moment, a slightly crying voice came from behind, and Xuan Ling's eyes were red and staring at Ning Wushuang's back.

Ning Wushuang's body trembled, but his footsteps still walked forward, "I owe you, I've already paid it off." ”

Ning Wushuang's cold words came out, Xuan Ling's delicate body trembled, she held back her tears, bit her chin, and said hard, "Then you, have you ever liked me, even for a moment?" ”

Ning Wushuang turned his back to Xuan Ling, his expression was complicated, and finally he said ruthlessly, "No, never." ”

After speaking, Ning Wushuang left the corridor, leaving only Xuan Ling, who was sitting on the spot holding his head and crying, and Leng Hao, who looked pensive.

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