Wen Jinglei narrowed his eyes and began to sneer: "Yo, yo, who should I be." %Pleasure%Text%Novelxs520.Isn't this the lord of the dignified Northern Punishment? I'm not going to the north to punish you for trouble, but you sent it to my door. How? How did Nanyang, who has great powers, hurt this virtue? ”

"Door master, I haven't had time to tell you yet, the little young master has been ...... all these years was adopted by the North Punishment, and her personal master is ...... It's Nanyang. Miao Shan really didn't expect Nan Yang to appear at this time, and she shook her head with a headache.

"What?!" Wen Jinglei gritted his teeth, looked at Nan Yang coldly, and wrapped his hand tighter around Qinghuan's shoulder, "The northern punishment is really despicable and shameless!" Slaughtering my whole family and kidnapping my children, no wonder I have not found anything in the past fourteen years. Hmph, Nan Yang, now that you look like you're still breathless, you still dare to appear in front of me, don't blame me......"

"Qinghuan," Nan Yang interrupted Wen Jinglei, his eyes just stared at Qing Huan, but Qing Huan looked at the ground lightly, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes, not daring to meet Nan Yang's gaze, "Qing Huan, don't believe him, don't go with him." ”

"Nanyang, why do you still have the face to appear in front of her? You touched your conscience and said, did you and your senior brothers personally kill the entire Falcon Sect fourteen years ago, including her mother! You are her enemy, she has a blood feud with you, why are you embarrassed to stop her from coming with me! Wen Jinglei sneered and waved the big knife in his hand, and pointed straight at Nanyang, "Miaoshan, kill her for me!" ”

“…… Yes, Door Master. "Miao Shan had no choice but to take the order. It seems that the Lord didn't say that you can't kill Nanyang...... She pulled out a pair of short-handled Miao knives from behind her waist, and the blades gently rubbed against each other to make a penetrating cold soldier sound, and slowly walked towards Nanyang, who couldn't stand up straight.

Nan Yangqiang couldn't hold up his extremely weak body, knelt down on one knee with Luoshuang, covered his flank and coughed constantly: "Ahem...... cough cough cough ...... Light Huan, I ...... I didn't...... I didn't mean to kill your family, I didn't know it was you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Qinghuan raised her eyes to look at Nan Yang, Nan Yang's wolf bèi deeply stabbed her eyes, she raised her hand to remove Wen Jinglei's hand from her shoulder, bit her lip and walked forward step by step, grabbed Miaoshan who was holding the Miao knife, and hesitated to speak: "So...... Did you really kill ...... My mother, and ...... And when I was three years old? ”

"I don't know...... At that time, there were so many people in the Falcon Sect that I didn't pay attention to it at all...... I'm sorry, I don't know, I didn't know it was you, and if I knew, I wouldn't have ...... Ahem...... Hmm......" Nan Yang's tone was very flustered, she panicked in her heart, and her explanation stumbled, and she spoke too quickly and caused her true anger to surge, leaning down and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Huan almost didn't pass through his brain, pushed Miao Shan away, and squatted down in a few steps to support Nan Yang: "Master, Master, are you seriously injured?" Are you in pain? ”

Nan Yang raised her eyes slightly, looking at Qinghuan who was close at hand with difficulty, in a trance, the face of the child she and Cang Min had met on the road fourteen years ago slowly overlapped with her, dark and bright eyes, and the gaze that always relied on nostalgia when looking at her. Nan Yang slowly raised his hand to gently touch Qinghuan's face, then put his arms around her neck and gently wrapped her into his arms.

"Light Joy...... Don't leave me......" Nan Yang whispered in a very soft voice in Qinghuan's ear, "Didn't you just say a few hours ago that you wanted to marry me...... Let's go back and set up the wedding hall, and then, ahem...... Worship the church...... cough cough cough ......"

Qinghuan's hand hanging by his side struggled for a long time, and finally gave up to hug Nanyang back. She buried her face in Nanyang's shoulder socket overflowing with the smell of blood, and cried silently.

Miao Shan said to Wen Jinglei: "Door Master, I think Nan Yang is injured enough, and besides, I also found an opportunity to give her Huangquan Gu before. Without us doing anything, she wouldn't be able to survive at all, wouldn't it be more pleasant for her to be tortured to death by Huangquan Gu? Now it's more important to take the little young master back first. ”

"Huangquan Gu ......? Are you sure she's already fallen for the Yellow Spring Gu? Wen Jinglei frowned and asked.

"Subordinates are sure."

“…… Let me think about it. Hearing the thunder, he was noncommittal, then looked at Qinghuan, softened his voice and said, "Yuluo, come back to me, I'll take you home." ”

Go home......

Qing Huan sniffed, stared at a certain point of nothingness with a dull gaze, and said, "Then you have to promise me not to kill her." ”

Hearing this, his anger suddenly rose: "It's all with you to tell the events of the year clearly, you still defend this mother-killing enemy!" ”

“…… Don't kill her, I'll go back with you. Qinghuan compromised.

Nan Yang raised his eyes to look at Wen Jinglei, and said coldly: "Wen Jinglei, you don't want to take her away, as long as I don't die today, I won't let her go for a moment!" ”

"Huh, can I help you?" Hearing the thunder, he was enraged by Nan Yang, picked up the long knife in his hand, and threw it at Nan Yang.

"Ding—"

The long knife was cut off by another unfamiliar long sword in the middle of the way, and the two soldiers collided with each other and made a crisp sound, and after a few turns in the air, a sword and a sword were firmly nailed into the soft soil with a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that the master of the Burning Heaven Gate was also a villain who took advantage of people's danger."

A warm and pleasant male voice sounded, and several people looked at the place where the voice came from. I saw Rong Huai dressed in white, his demeanor was calm and elegant, he flew over unhurriedly, walked a few steps behind him with his hands behind him, and pulled out his sword with one hand and held a sword flower in his hand.

"Heh, here is another one, you people don't stay on the North Punishment Mountain, what are you doing in Lingqiu Mountain?" Wen Jinglei raised his chin unhurriedly and put his hands behind his back.

"I went out with my nephew and didn't want to be robbed by a mysterious group of people halfway, so I followed the clues to find him, and I found Lingqiu Mountain all the way through the Valley of Wild Flowers. After many years, it is a blessing to be able to meet the master of Wenmen here. Rong Huai smiled very gently, with an awe-inspiring gentleman's demeanor, and his tone and posture were full of modesty.

"Uncle Rong Huai......" muttered Qinghuan.

"Xiao Qinghuan is also here. This is...... Well? Nanyang? Rong Huai had some difficulty identifying the identity of the person who was almost soaked in blood, and then he got up strictly, approached Qinghuan and Nan Yang, and reached out his index finger and middle finger against Nan Yang's neck, "Such a serious injury...... You have to be healed right away. ”

"What's the matter, if Lord Rong Huai doesn't talk to the master of this sect more, is this time to leave?" Wen Jinglei sneered.

"Master Wen, your plan has not been successful, it is better to be cautious in the Central Plains. You don't want to provoke the Northern Punishment early and cause unwarranted trouble, right? It's better to wait for the forces to be perfected and then come to the north to take revenge. Rong Huai's tone was still modest and polite, but he was on point, and looked at Wen Jinglei with a smile.

"Rong Huai, the master of this sect admires you very much, and in the future, I hope to have the opportunity to consult with you again." Hearing the thunder sighed.

Rong Huai helped Nan Yang up, took out the pill and fed her first, and continued to smile: "It's not appropriate for me to hear that the master of the sect said 'appreciation', as if I am your junior." Don't forget, I've lived for more than a hundred years. ”

"Uncle Shi, how is Master's injury?" Qinghuan asked softly.

Rong Huai also lowered his voice: "It's very strict, the viscera is damaged, I have to take her away immediately." ”

“…… Will it die? Qinghuan's voice trembled.

"Don't worry, not for the time being, your master is so cultivated. Let's go first, don't stall with him. ”

Nan Yang barely had much strength on her body, she barely stood up, her hand tightly clutching Qinghuan's hand, as if all the strength of her body was on this hand.

Qinghuan closed his eyes vigorously, and tried to muster up the courage to say, "You guys...... Let's go, I'm ...... I'm not going. ”

“…… You're leaving me? Nan Yang stared at Qing Huan tightly, and her tone suddenly became light, just like most of her usual days, faint without any emotion.

Qinghuan sniffed, and didn't dare to say another word with Nanyang, but said to Rong Huai: "Zi takes advantage of the fact that the senior brother is in the main room of this mausoleum, there is no danger to his life, and the senior brother can come to pick up the senior brother after the master settles down." ”

Rong Huai looked down at Nan Yang and sighed: "Qinghuan, you have your own reason, I have always followed the heavens and never disobeyed the will of heaven." When it's time to happen, let it happen. If you want to stay, you will stay, and if you want to return to the north one day, you are also welcome to be punished. ”

Welcome? …… Never again.

Qinghuan chuckled, his fingers trembled and raised, touched the placket of his clothes, and slowly pulled out the black rope.

With one hand, she took off the flowing jade hanging around her neck and put it in Nanyang's hand. He untied the phoenix feather sword at his waist and threw it on the ground next to him.

This meaning is so obvious that it is ironic.

The corners of Nanyang's lips were rarely curved upward, even under the blood stain, that face was still beautiful and delicate, and every line was born just right.

Her blood-stained hand grabbed Qinghuan's collar and brought her to herself, then turned her face sideways and whispered in her ear:

"Don't you want me?"

Qinghuan cried uncontrollably all of a sudden, tears sliding down her cheeks, like an endless ocean.

"I don't know...... Master, you sue me, private feelings and morality, lovers and relatives, how should I choose? How do I choose? …… Master, I hope that we will never see each other again, so that I will never have to fight with your sword. ”

“…… Sue me, don't you want me? "Repeat it to the south of the wood. She turned her eyes slightly sideways to look at Qinghuan's earlobe and jaw, and there was a patch of ice in her gaze.

Qinghuan's jaw kept trembling, and a small cry faintly came.

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- "Master, no matter how many years I live, I will be where you are. If you are in the clouds, I will chase you to the clouds; If you are in Hell, I will go with you to Hell. If you don't want me anymore, I'll wait for you in the same place until you come back. ”

——“…… Silly boy, what if I don't come back? ”

- "Then wait until you die." ”

If I wait for you to die, will you come back?