This waist, in the end, bent down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info After Cheng Qinghe walked over, Nan Xiuling straightened up, she didn't expect that sending so many people still couldn't take her life, and now she was still in front of people.

The blood-colored person had already left, and he was going to enter the Demon Cultivation Mausoleum to investigate today, but now that he was delayed, where did he still have the heart to worry about this, so he simply delayed it for another day.

"It seems that the Nan family is in big trouble, but it's better to do less of such dangerous things, and He Mou is one step ahead." Shiraishi smiled and turned to leave.

Nan Xiuling frowned and looked at his back for a while before turning around.

"Miss." Eleven knelt on the stone platform, his eyes lowered and looked at the ground, his face was pale, but he was resolute and calm, just like the moment when he swung his sword and stuck it to Cheng Qinghe's neck.

Okay, good, good, Nan Xiuling's smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, I don't know if he came here to show his loyalty or deliberately came to such a show in public, but all the domestic servants are the sons of the family who have lived in the Nan family for generations, and it is impossible to have a heart of betrayal.

She scrutinized him, her fingers hooked at his chin, the first time she had looked seriously at a servant, a young face.

"The rest are dead?"

Eleven's throat froze, and he was silent for a while, and then he turned his face slightly away from her touch, and then nodded: "I met a maiden and silverfish on the way." ”

"You've done a good job, so stay with me for the rest of the day. Nan Eleven, you are allowed to crown the surname of the Nan family. ”

"Thank you, Miss, for the name." He leaned over and put his head on the ground and closed his eyes, this moment he had waited for more than ten years, but when it really came, he did not have half of the joy.

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The blood-colored people and Cheng Qinghe walked to the tent together, no one made a sound along the way, Cheng Qinghe's identity surprised them too much, all along, the Longhu Mountain, which has the longest Taoist inheritance, is an unattainable place in their eyes, and the succession ceremony has also failed again and again, and now one of the peak masters of Longhu Mountain is standing in front of them, and it is inevitable that there is a feeling of dreaming.

Until he walked into the tent, Cheng Qinghe's footsteps paused, turned around, and everyone behind him took a step back, looking at her with burning eyes, as if she was such a rare beast.

"Is there a place to rest for a while?" She asked.

Hong Biao, the head of the blood-colored regiment, stood in front of the most people, nodded when he heard the words, and looked at her without blinking: "Yes, if you don't mind, you can go to Fang Rong's tent to rest first." ”

Fang Rong moved his lips when he heard this, and before he could say anything, he saw Cheng Qinghe turn his head to look at her again: "It's troublesome." ”

In desperation, she pulled the corners of her mouth mockingly: "You're welcome, come with me!" ”

The Scarlet Alliance, He Dong, Nan Xiuling and his entourage met in front of the Demon Cultivation Mausoleum, which can be regarded as a very fateful meeting, they advance and retreat together by making an appointment, and they also have a response to each other, even if the Nan family does not need the care of others.

But it is clear that Nan Xiuling is an extremely hospitable lady.

At present, the place where the camp is located is in an ancient dead city, the building is dilapidated and weathered, I am afraid that in another hundred years, this place will be razed to the ground, but the city wall is still there, without the interference of other demon beasts, it is a good place to temporarily settle.

Cheng Qinghe, who entered Fangrong's tent, fell asleep, and she was exhausted from days of running and fighting, so she didn't even notice when there was anything in the quilt.

Time passed like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, on the night of the second day, the sky was sprinkled with stars, illuminating this ancient city as bright as day, and many blood-colored people were lying on the ground, bathed in the moonlight from time to time to talk, and sipped a few sips of spirits.

Cheng Qinghe didn't sleep very well, for a while it was a black-clothed man who stabbed him with a sword, and for a while it was a group of enchanting and treacherous silverfish fish, and then he was pressed by the palace and couldn't get up, she opened her misty eyes with a sigh and found herself lying in a warm embrace.

Shiraishi? She turned her face and looked sideways in a daze, and the guy was looking at her with her cheeks propped up, and when she saw that she had just come over, she couldn't help but get closer and kiss her.

Cheng Qinghe was not fully awake yet, but his head was subconsciously falling back, causing Bai Shi to laugh sullenly.

The low voice lingered in her ears, causing her to unconsciously raise her hand and scratch it.

"How's it going?" He asked.

"Not bad." She replied.

"Oh? So why is it so embarrassing? You've been asleep for two days. Shiraishi smiled and looked at her side face.

"Hmm." She pressed her face against the futon, her long eyelashes fanning one by one, her eyes gradually closing, and she was in a position to sleep for another day.

But at this time, a big hand fell on her waist and rubbed it, "We will set off tomorrow, the goal is not too far, we can find it in three days, when the time comes, try to stand behind people, and if you find something wrong, you will withdraw, no one will blame you." ”

Now that he has joined the team of this demon slayer, if he wants to get the reward of the spirit stone, he has to use some strength.

Hearing his words, Cheng Qinghe opened her eyes again, she quietly stared at the moonlight outside the window, although the moonlight was bright, it could not illuminate every corner.

After a while, she stopped the other party's rubbing hand, and looked up with a pair of eyes that were so deep that it was sunk: "Senior brother, I am not as weak as you think." ”

"I know." He half-hugged her, without a trace of evil thoughts.

On the second day, the Scarlet Alliance planned to say goodbye to the Nan family, Nan Xiuling was very surprised, and the matter of visiting the mausoleum together was originally discussed, but now it has changed without warning.

Of course, she didn't really regret that she couldn't go into the mausoleum with the blood to find out, but she was anxious that Baishi was about to leave.

Nan Xiuling and Scarlet have different mission goals, and it was a matter of time before they parted ways, but Nan Xiuling still stopped Baishi.

"You're not going to the mausoleum because of her?"

"He Mou didn't plan to go into the mausoleum, demon cultivators are the same, they want to die quietly when they die, so why go in and disturb their rest?"

If it is placed on the human continent and digging up people's ancestral graves, it is a matter of losing conscience and pouring mold for eight lifetimes.

"You know what I mean, Shiraishi, you're only going to hurt her." Nan Xiuling said with a calm face, she? The nature of mentioning is Cheng Qinghe.

Nan Xiuling knew from the beginning that He Dong was Baishi, and Baishi was He Dong, but after not seeing him for a few years, he had already become so unlike what he was back then.

Have you forgotten what your sister entrusted you with back then? She wanted to say it, but she bit her lip and swallowed it, and she didn't want to mention that damn name more than anyone else.

You can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep, just as you can never touch someone who doesn't love you.

"She's not as fragile as you think." (To be continued.) )