Mo Xuan saw that Ning Ran was covered in blood, pulled her over and took a closer look, to see that she was not injured, before he was willing to let go of his hand, and then handed Changqing to her, replaced the unconscious Mu Han in her hand, and said softly: "They are fine, seeing that you have not returned for a long time, and you have not gone to Ling Qing Pavilion, Ling Xue Pavilion, or where I am, I guess you went to Ling Han Pavilion, and you haven't returned for a long time, I asked them to go to Ling Yan Pavilion to wait first, I am going to go to Ling Han Pavilion to have a look, and as a result, I met you here." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

looked up at Ning Ran and asked, "What's wrong with Mu Han?" ”

Ning Ran hugged the Changqing Sword in his hand, lowered his head, walked slowly, and heard Mo Xuan ask Mu Han, and said with some self-reproach: "It's all my fault, I made him distracted, if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been plotted." ”

Mo Xuan, who was carrying Mu Han on his back, listened to Ning Ran's tone of self-blame, his body was slightly stunned, his eyes suddenly became dim, and he looked sideways at Ning Ran holding the sword, his eyes were lowered, his soul was lost, and his heart was a little sour.

Mo Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Han who was unconscious on his back, then looked at Ning Ran, and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, Mu Han must be fine, besides, doesn't it mean that you are still here." With you, his poison will soon be cured. Don't blame yourself. ”

Ning Ran looked at Mu Han on Mo Xuan's back and sighed deeply.

Through the Moon Arch, I saw the candles in the room of Lingyan Pavilion, which were quietly lit in this night, adding a touch of light to the silent and dark night. Ning Ran stopped, quietly staring at the two black shadows reflected in the doors and windows, walking back and forth, and could still hear their voices.

"Qingluo, why don't you say they haven't come back, will something happen?" In the room, Yi Xue, who was dressed in blood-stained blue, kept pacing, looking worriedly at the wet cloth in the fish basin that was sitting on the chair by the door, and gently wiped Qingluo, who was stained with blood-stained blue swords, and asked.

"They're going to be fine." Qingluo carefully wiped the cyan long sword in his hand, and the white handkerchief was lightly tried, and it was suddenly dyed with a layer of crimson, and then slowly faded away, looking at the cyan long sword in his hand to reveal its original appearance, he smiled with satisfaction, his eyes were firm, and he affirmed to Yi Xue, who was a little restless.

"Will it really be okay?" Yi Xue muttered, standing in the center of the room, looking around at everything in the room, there was blood everywhere, there was a strong smell of blood everywhere, and there was an inexplicable loss in my heart, I couldn't tell why, but I kept surging up in my heart for a while. I'm afraid that something will happen to them, I'm afraid that they won't be able to come back, and I'm afraid that only Qingluo and myself will be left in the future......

"Who?" Qingluo wiped the green sword in his hand, heard the footsteps outside the door, quickly jumped up from the chair, quietly approached the door, threw down the wet cloth, picked up the green sword, and shouted. Yi Xue heard Qingluo's voice, came back to her senses, picked up the sword on the chair, and slowly came to the opposite side of Qingluo, listening to the sound outside through the door.

Clear footsteps gradually came from outside the door, Qingluo and Yixue glanced at each other, each took a step back, leaned against the door, held their swords, and waited for them to push the door in, and then only one sword was needed to deal with the intruder.

"Tuk-"

"Tuk-"

Mo Xuan carried Mu Han on his back and stepped on the steps step by step, came to the door, looked at the figure behind the closed door and Mu Han on his back, knocked a few times, but did not respond. There was a burst of anger in my heart, damn it, they actually dared to close the door, and they actually planned to sneak attack them. Mo Xuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly put down Mu Han on his back, only to find that Ning Ran had been pestle in front of the Moon Arch, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ningran?" Mo Xuan said tentatively, "Huh? Ning Ran stared at the door for a moment before answering and walking towards Mo Xuan.

"It's Mo Xuan's voice." Yi Xue in the room looked at Qingluo on the other side happily, put down the sword in her hand, "Crunch-" opened the door and saw Mo Xuan standing at the door of the room, helping Mu Han to look at the moon arch.

"Yixue?" Ning Ran looked at the corner of Yi Xue's clothes, "Come in first" Yi Xue looked at Mu Han unconscious, let them help Mu Han in first, and put him on the bed, Yi Xue asked the two of them with some concern. "Is he alright?"

Qingluo followed behind Mo Xuan, holding a fish wash basin and a white cloth, Qingluo asked them, changed basins of water, wrung out the handkerchief to wipe Mo Xuan's sweat, Mu Han's temples had penetrated fine sweat, and there was a little flush on Junyi's face. There was a strange glow under the orange light.

Ning Ran sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Mu Han, Ning Ran raised his hand, lightly placed it on Mo Xuan's wrist, pondered carefully, and sat quiet for a long time before slowly speaking, "It's okay, but let's grab the medicine first, take one tael of burnt ephedra, one tael of almonds, half a tael of raw licorice, one tael of bupleurum, one tael of Huangling, two taels of honeysuckle, five taels of raw land, and two taels of winter, and then put three bowls of water and fry it into a bowl." ”

"I'd better go." Mo Xuan glanced at Ning Ran and said, thinking with complicated thoughts, he turned around and came to the bookcase, grabbed the letter paper on the bookcase that was not stained with blood and fishy smell, and walked to the three-wall medicine cabinet in the inner room.

Mo Xuan held the letter paper in one hand, pulled the wooden pull ring in the other hand and grabbed the medicine inside, looking down at the herbs in the cabinet, but the corner of his eyes never left Ning Ran.

Yi Xue stood at the head of the bed, looking at Mo Xuan lying on the bed, her eyes slowly swept over the blood stains on Ning Ran's body, Mo Xuan was embarrassed, the scars on his body were clear, his eyes were red, and a trace of water vapor appeared, and he had something to say in his heart, but he didn't know how to speak, as if he was blocked, and he felt that an unknown shackle was pressed on his chest.

Ning Ran sat on the edge of the bed and got up, looked around, swept the room, a mess, sighed silently, and called to the night: "Night Shadow Guard." Suddenly, he glanced at the specks of blood on the wall, seemed to remember something, and looked quickly at the wall next to the bookcase.

Before the words fell, a gust of wind blew from outside the doors and windows, and at the same time countless figures jumped in, waiting for the breeze to blow, Ning Ran turned his back to his opponents, and turned his back to them leaving only one back, "See the pavilion master" Dozens of men and women in Tsing Yi gathered in the room, knelt down in unison, and saluted with fists.

"Let's get up first." Ning Ran beckoned to the back and said, staring at a damaged painting on the wall full of bloodstains, a fine danqing painting, stained with blood, white and red, at this time, I could only see the corners of the woman wearing a light purple robe on the painting.

Ning Ran looked at the painting on the wall, his hands clenched tightly, and his body trembled slightly, as if he would fall down with a slight blow.

Tightly pursed her mouth, her eyes stared at it tightly, and slowly her eyes were full of tears, Yi Xue, who was standing at the head of the bed, looked at Ning Ran's sideways, a little puzzled, and secretly thought: Why did Ning Ran keep looking at the paintings on the wall? Isn't it just a picture of a woman? Wait, a woman? Yi Xue quietly came to Ning Ran's back and opened her eyes wide, looking at the painting on the wall, she remembered that this painting was Ning Ran had always taken with her, as if it was a treasure. Don't............ It can't be such a coincidence. see

Seeing that Ning Ran was so gallant that she almost couldn't stand, Yi Xue took a step back, a little flustered, and looked at her in disbelief, she had known Ning Ran for ten years, but she had never seen her like this.

The dark night, the cool wind, the moon was covered by dark clouds, the room was so suffocating, everything was silent, so terrible, everyone felt that the atmosphere present was a little depressing, a little depressing.

Ning Ran gradually closed his eyes, supported the wall, covered his chest with his hands, his body slowly slipped down, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he felt a tearing pain in his heart, so painful that he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't suffocate, this depressed feeling was long, and he couldn't pass away...

Mo Xuan looked at Ning Ran in the back room, watching Ning Ran slowly slide down, he was in a hurry, put down the letter paper in his hand, walked to Ning Ran's side but was stopped by Yi Xue, shook his head at him, and signaled not to disturb her.

Looking back, I saw the night shadow guard at the door of the room, looking at Ning Ran squatting in the corner, the wet handkerchief in his hand fell quietly, and fell on Mu Han's face, Yi Xue and Mo Xuan looked at her, such Ning Ran, they never saw it, she never shed tears, let alone this, she felt like this, she felt heartbroken.

"Pass my order, from now on, as long as you see the people of the Yin Killing Sect, there is no forgiveness for killing, and why you haven't dealt with them for a long time, all go to Yinmei Hall to receive punishment." Ning Ran leaned against the wall, his eyes were gray and cold, his eyes were sluggish, and slowly, his eyes gradually became red brown. A thick evil aura emanated from his body, and his hand unconsciously touched the long soul sword in his waist and said.

"Yes!" Most of the Night Shadow Guards felt a heavy evil aura, their eyes shrunk sharply, their temples wet with sweat, and they looked up at the place where the evil aura was emanating. After seeing it, they were all stunned, and then quickly lowered their heads as if they hadn't noticed anything. Each of them said to themselves: "I don't feel wrong, right? Pavilion master, the evil aura on his body is so ........."

"Who offended the Pavilion Master? Let me know that I won't let him go, Yinmeitang, hehe... Let the Pavilion Master let us go! ”

"Pavilion Master, is this really okay?"

"If I knew that I would have done it quickly, I wouldn't have to go to Yinmei Hall, but now it's okay, Yinmei Hall, if you don't die, you have to shed your skin."

……

They clenched their fists in unison, then each jumped to his feet and disappeared into the room. Ning Ran leaned against the wall and slowly reached out to remove the only remaining half of the painting on the wall. Holding the half of the painting with trembling hands, he hugged it tightly in his arms, and the tears in his eyes couldn't help but come out of his eyes again. Teardrops slipped down his face.

Mo Xuan looked at Ning Ran's tearful appearance, his heart was very painful, and he wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her softly, but he couldn't do this, he could only watch her sad, but he couldn't do anything, Mo Xuan clenched his hands, turned into a fist, and comforted her: "Ning Ran? ”

Ning Ran hugged the painting, looked up at Yi Xue and them with teary eyes, the reddish-brown in his eyes gradually receded, and the evil aura slowly disappeared. sobbed, and said vaguely: "It's okay, don't worry, I will always remember today's events, and I will not let go of the Yin Killing Sect easily." ”

Mo Xuan and Yi Xue looked at her and wanted to ask her: Ning Ran, why do you have something to do? Does it have to be this way? Do you know that this kind of you is very strange and distressing.

Qingluo on the edge of the bed looked at all this, and couldn't bear to look at Ning Ran, she knew Ning Ran before Mo Xuan and them, and she could understand Ning Ran more. Seeing them like this, I only felt that they didn't understand Ning Ran at all, and they didn't know how important these were to her. It can be said that it is her spiritual pillar, everything to her.

Looks like they still don't understand her. Qingluo picked up the dropped wet handkerchief again, lightly wet it, wrung it out, and carefully wiped the sweat on Mu Han's forehead.