Because of his cultivation, Xu Qing's body did not decompose for a long time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the fourth day after Xu Qing's death, Ning Wushuang didn't roar anymore, became very quiet, raised his head slightly, and looked at Xu Qin who was still sobbing on the side.

"Put... Her, take away! Ning Wushuang's words were cold, as if there was no trace of emotion.

Xu Qinjiao's body trembled, and she looked at Ning Wushuang, only to see blood and tears overflowing from the corners of the latter's eyes.

She understood, took her sister's body from Ning Wushuang's hands with difficulty, and then endured the sharp pain in her heart and turned to leave.

"Is it everything that the hoarfrost arranged?" Just as Xu Qin was about to leave, Ning Wushuang's cold words sounded behind Xu Qin.

Xu Qinjiao's body trembled, did not reply, hugged Xu Qing, and left the Xuanfu.

At this time, the moonlight was like snow, and it was not only the place covered by the moonlight, but also his heart.

He stood up, without a trace of emotion on his face, and around his body, there was a loud thunderclap.

It snowed for several days in a row, and it was like a blanket of snow on the ground.

It was just that the moment Ning Wushuang stood up, the snow covered around him was melted by the sudden breath.

An extremely cold glint flashed in Ning Wushuang's eyes, and his cultivation was also at this moment, with years of precipitation, he had reached the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Period.

……

"Frost-free...... Frost-free ......" In the room, Xuan Ling whispered and woke up, and her pretty face was covered with dense cold sweat.

"Ling'er, you're awake." When the old man saw Xuan Ling wake up, he happily stepped forward to ask for warmth.

But Xuan Ling's body shrank, and his eyes were full of vigilance as he looked at the old man.

The old man felt a pain in his heart, and withdrew his palm with an embarrassed smile, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up......"

Xuan Ling immediately jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and rushed out of the door directly regardless of the paleness of his face.

As soon as the door was opened, the door was covered with snow, and the corridor that was originally due to the fight was also intact at this time.

Xuan Ling hurriedly rushed to Ning Wushuang's room again.

It's just that there is no frost-free figure in the room.

A look of loss gradually appeared on her look.

Xuan Ling leaned against the door, sobbing quietly.

"Child, stop crying." The old man walked over and said comfortingly.

"You go, I don't want to see you." Xuan Ling sobbed with tears.

The old man's body trembled slightly, and the wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to be a little more.

Boom~

An extremely subtle footstep sounded, and Xuan Ling raised his head violently and looked at the corridor in the distance.

Sure enough, I saw a white-robed young man carrying a cyan flying sword on his back and walked over.

Xuan Ling wiped away her tears, stood up, ran over and hurriedly hugged Ning Wushuang, her voice trembling a little and said, "I... I thought you were gone. ”

Ning Wushuang's expression was cold, and he didn't speak, letting Xuan Ling hold him, and at the same time looking coldly at the old man behind Xuan Ling.

Xuan Ling hugged Ning Wushuang, only to feel a cold feeling surging into his heart.

She knew that it wasn't because it was snowing around, but because his heart was cold.

She didn't blame him, Xu Qin had already told her before that Xu Qing raised Ning Wushuang since childhood, although she was not her biological mother, she was better than her biological mother.

Now that Ning Wushuang has lost his only relative, that's why he has become like this.

But Xuan Ling still likes him, because Ning Wushuang at this moment is more similar to the person in her dream.

"I just want the Heart of the Earth." Ning Wushuang said coldly to the old man.

"This is what you came to Xuanfu for?" The old man responded blandly.

"Yes." Ning Wushuang was categorical and said coldly.

Xuan Ling's delicate body trembled, and involuntarily let go of Ning Wushuang, and he didn't know why in his heart, and suddenly felt a pain.

"Okay, I promise you, but on terms." The old man glanced at Xuan Ling with a complicated expression, and then said to Ning Wushuang.

After listening, Ning Wushuang bypassed Xuan Ling, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Xuan Ling's tears slipped down again, and he fell to the ground weakly.

The old man wanted to go up to help, but stopped, because he saw that there was a kind of strength in Xuan Ling's sad expression.

He smiled knowingly, touched his long beard, and left the corridor.

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In the Zuo family of Qinghuo City, Zuo Lin was grounded by his father for ten days because he did not pull Ning Wushuang into the Zuo family.

Ten days later, he came out of the confinement room, took a sharp breath of the outside air, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and his unruly expression was still the same.

"Congratulations Childe." At this moment, Leng Hao lowered his head and smiled at Zuo Lin.

Syllable~

Zuo Lin slapped Leng Hao in the face, and said gloomily, "Waste, what's the use of me keeping you, you can't even handle it alone, and it will cause Lao Tzu to be grounded for ten days." ”

"The small ones should be hit, and the small ones should be hit." Leng Hao hurriedly admitted his mistake.

Zuo Lin saw that Leng Hao's apology attitude was not bad, so he didn't hit him again.

said with a gloomy face, "Father said that since you can't get it, you can't raise tigers. ”

"Childe, what do you mean?" Leng Hao asked with a puzzled expression.

Zuo Lin sneered and left the confinement room directly, and Leng Hao followed.

And suddenly, Leng Hao only felt a cold behind him, and immediately stopped and looked towards the roof of the building in the distance.

"Not yet." Zuo Lin's impatient voice came.

"It's coming, it's coming." Leng Hao looked shocked and followed.

Leng Hao followed Zuo Lin to the lobby, and Zuo Lin's mother had already prepared a table of good dishes.

Zuo Lin looked happy, and without saying a word, he sat down and devoured it.

Leng Hao watched quietly from the side.

"Lin'er, slow down, slow down." The middle-aged woman looked at her son and smiled happily.

"Childe, since I'm okay here, I'll go back first." Leng Hao was still in a cold sweat behind his back, and he still had some palpitations.

"Let's go." Zuo Lin said lukewarmly.

"Then, can I ......" Leng Hao was a little hesitant.

Zuo Lin frowned, his face was a little displeased, and he immediately took out a key from his waist, "Hurry up." ”

Leng Hao took the key, hurriedly thanked him, and then withdrew.

Bypassing several corridors, Leng Hao came to a dilapidated house.

Leng Hao looked at the house in front of him, his expression gradually softened, but in the softness, there was a trace of sadness.

Leng Hao clenched his fists, a smile appeared on his face, and opened the door with the key.

Suddenly there was dust everywhere, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Leng Hao was stunned in his heart, and his face was also flustered, and he hurriedly rushed to the only bed in the room.

I saw an old woman, lying peacefully on the bed, with a gentle smile on her lips.

"Mother!" Leng Hao was heartbroken, knelt on the edge of the bed, crying and shouting.

But no matter how Leng Hao cried, the old woman lying down could never wake up again.

And at this moment, a cold figure appeared behind Leng Hao.

He was carrying a cyan flying sword, and there was not the slightest emotional color on his handsome face.

"I, I can help you ......" Ning Wushuang's words were still cold.

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