Huo Ying listened quietly, there was no way to say anything at this time.

Although Ningxia felt that Huo Ying could clearly remember everything that happened seven or eight years ago, every word said by others was very powerful.

But for Ningxia, the tragedy that happened more than ten years ago, this girl can still remember meticulously, and even the details are not missing.

It's probably the result of recalling it again and again every day.

The result of reappearing in dreams again and again, and then waking up.

It is unimaginable that under such a heavy nightmare, Ningxia has spent this long time.

It's endless torture, like the definition of hell.

The pain is endless.

And Ningxia smiled lightly and reluctantly: "In short, I don't have anything to do." ”

"I could only hold my brother and run forward endlessly, and then I felt the sound of the horse's hooves behind me getting closer and heavier."

Then a crisp sound of a horsewhip was heard.

"I subconsciously bit my lip and tried to resist the whip, but in the end, I didn't feel anything."

"I just felt my brother twitch painfully on his back."

"When I turned around, I saw that my brother had reached out to resist the whip, and the skin of his arm was cut open, and blood flowed."

"I still remember the laughter that surrounded us."

"The unbridled, evil, and ugly laughter."

"They galloped around us, using us as toys for play, like hares chasing us when hunting."

"And then?" Huo Ying hurriedly asked.

She couldn't imagine that there was any way for Ningxia to escape at this time.

Or to live.

"And then, here he came." Ningxia said quietly.

"Who?" Huo Ying asked, "Ning Huan?" ”

"No, I'd rather not like it." Ningxia said quietly.

Ning Buxi said that he saved Ningxia's life.

After saying this, he was stabbed into the heart by Ningxia with a hairpin.

"Who is Ning Buxi?" Huo Ying couldn't help asking.

"A disciple of Ning Huan." Ningxia said. "Not the worst one, but definitely the most shameless one."

Not the worst, but definitely the most shameless.

Huo Ying listened to Ningxia's words, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "What happened at that time?" ”

"A lot has happened." Ningxia said quietly.

"But to put it simply, at this time, Ning Buxi made a move, this is the first time I have seen such a magical martial arts, I saw him bounce up, and slapped on the jujube red horse that played our horse thief, the horse was knocked several feet away from thin air, and immediately fell to the ground and died, and the horse thief on the horse was also moaning on the ground, and could not stand up again."

"I was stunned in place, only to see the ugly man in dark green clothes standing in front of us, laughing and saying: This girl is the person I want from my master, and you dare to tease?"

"When those horse thieves saw that Ning didn't like such divine power, they were so frightened that they didn't dare to fight anymore, and after only a whistle, they scattered and fled, leaving only me and my brother standing in front of him."

"I immediately knelt in front of Ning Buxi and asked him to go back and kill all those horse thieves, so that I am willing to repay him by being a cow and a horse."

But at that time he sneered: Repay me?"

"When he said this, those round toad-like eyes stared at me, and I felt a hairy feeling in my heart."

At this time, another young man next to him spoke: She is the person the master is looking for?"

"I looked back and saw a handsome young man jumping down the hillside, dressed in white like snow."

"At that moment, I saw him, and I felt as if I had seen a celestial."

"Who is he?" Huo Ying immediately asked.

"Ning Huaiyuan." Ningxia said quietly.

Huo Ying was taken aback when she heard this: "Is that Ning Huaiyuan who was killed by Fang Bei?" ”

"Seems like everyone knows about it now?" Ningxia was stunned when she heard Huo Ying react so quickly, and then remembered that it seemed that she had told her before.

"Yes, Ning Huaiyuan, he is Shizun's most favored disciple, but only a few people know that he is Shizun's biological son."

Huo Ying couldn't help but sigh.

I never thought that it was the revenge of killing my son.

"Why didn't Ning Huan make this matter public?" Huo Ying asked.

"Because Shizun has a lot of children, after all, he cultivates that martial arts." "But even if Shizun has so many children, only a few can get his approval and become his real sons," Ning said. ”

"The others can only be regarded as nameless orphans, and Shizun will never have any father-son affection for them, even if they are thrown on the Gobi Desert to feed wolves, Shizun will not frown."

Huo Ying nodded, the exercises that Ning Huan practiced doomed him to be a cold-blooded and ruthless person, and extremely selfish and self-interested.

"So what's so special about Ning Huaiyuan, so that he can be favored by Ning Huan, but he is not recognized as his own child?"

"Because Ning Huaiyuan has an extremely high talent in martial arts." Ningxia said softly.

"Extremely high martial arts talent?" Huo Ying was startled.

After all, in fact, Ning Huaiyuan's martial arts talent is not very high?

Ning Huaiyuan was already twenty-seven years old when he died, a full five years older than Ningxia, who is now twenty-two years old.

When Ning Huaiyuan died, his martial arts cultivation was probably a third-grade little grandmaster, and he couldn't reach the realm of the second-grade, although Ningxia himself became a second-grade powerhouse by exploring his potential through Manzhu Shahua, and the twenty-seven-year-old third-grade little grandmaster could indeed be called a talented person.

But who is Ning Huan? Ning Huan is now ranked nineteenth on the Jianghu Gang A list, and this is the person he has never personally recorded since he slaughtered the royal family of Loulan City seventeen years ago, as an elder of the Luo Sect, Ning Huan is one of the most terrifying people in this world in terms of qualifications and talents, or the profundity of martial arts.

Compared with Ning Huan's talent, Ning Huaiyuan's talent is completely incomparable.

"Yes, extremely high martial arts talent." Ningxia said: "If this is not the case, Ning Huaiyuan has no way to hide the roots of his Luo sect and join the Huashan faction, and before joining the Huashan faction, he has been studying in the Kunlun faction for more than three years. ”

"Therefore, he is in the realm of martial arts, and the reason why he says that the final realm is not high is because what he wants to cultivate is a legendary kung fu."

"What kung fu?" Huo Ying couldn't help but ask curiously.

Ningxia looked at Huo Ying, smiled, and quietly spit out four words.

"Vientiane Senro."