Luo Ning calmly finished eating the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes in front of him.

The food was clean, and there was not even any soup left.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

He clenched his fists lightly and began to look in his mind for the memories of the cultivation techniques that Feng Xiao's sword technique had brought to him.

He decided to take a retreat.

Because since he had decided to go to the old site of Starfall Pavilion, he must improve his strength.

When Ying Tanxi came back with the Qi Deficiency Liquid and Blood Clotting Pill he needed.

Luo Ning was scrambling eggs again.

He didn't do it to eat, but to be able to let himself go and empty all his negative emotions for the past month.

......

The county lord stood outside the window, smelling the aroma coming from the room.

He nodded in satisfaction.

He is a person who knows a lot about spiritual practice.

He seemed to be able to understand Luo Ning's mood at this time through the fragrance of the tomatoes and eggs.

He looked at Ying Tanxi, who looked puzzled, and said with a smile, "Although you are smart, you don't understand the reason for this at all." ”

Ying Tanxi snorted, "The brain of a person like him is always different from others, how can I understand?"

The county lord continued to smile and said, "There is a kind of strength in him that no one else has. ”

Ying Tanxi sneered, "It's a pity that it's all for other women." ”

The county lord said, "When did you learn to be jealous?"

She ignored the county lord, turned her head to look at the maid and said, "I want to play." ”

The maid smiled bitterly and said, "You have been to all the places around this Nanjun Town, what is there to play?"

Ying Tanxi said, "I don't care, I'm going to play, I don't want to see him." ”

......

A person is like this, the more she says she doesn't want to look, her eyes will be difficult to leave him.

She didn't end up playing.

Somehow, she fell asleep on the wicker chair in the courtyard.

The autumn breeze is cold, but it is very comfortable.

The sun shone on her face, and it was all quiet and beautiful.

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......

Right now.

There are two legends that circulate across the continent.

In the ears of the people, it was the people of Shenzong who helped the emperor to quell the rebels. And the legend that has been circulating in the cultivation world is that the demon lord who has disappeared for more than ten years has reappeared. Everyone knows what the word Demon Sect means.

Everyone also knows what the Demon Lord means.

Back then, it took six masters to defeat him, but now there are no six masters anyway, who in this world can be the opponent of the Demon Lord?

People set their sights on the three major sects in the world.

In this world, only those three have ever fought the Demon Lord head-on.

But unfortunately.

There was no sound in the sword abyss.

There was no sound in the gunfire.

There was no sound in Beihai Yunshan.

It's as if they didn't know anything so important as this.

The whole continent seemed to be depressed.

This depression lasted for about two months.

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......

Two months later.

On a mountain outside the city of light.

A thatched hut.

Ye Qing was cultivating.

He practiced the Demon Sect Exercises, the Demon Sect Exercises under the personal guidance of the Demon Lord.

When the demonic energy returned to the foam, he opened his eyes.

He still has such a handsome face, and he still has such a calm gaze.

Some blood flashed across his face, but it only gave him infinite charm.

Qianfan stood nervously at his door, she was ready to eat and waited for him.

I don't know how many days this life has lasted.

Ye Qing walked out.

The first thing he saw was the sycamore.

Wutong's face smiled, she looked at Qianfan and said mockingly, "This little girl likes you so much, don't you keep a straight face and a cold face, okay?"

She looked at Ye Qing again, and said with some surprise in her eyes, "You're not sick, are you?"

Ye Qing didn't answer her words, there was something between the two of them that was as cold as ice.

Wutong looked at him and said, "I sometimes really wonder if your enchantment is a good thing or a bad thing for us. People like you, your heart is too deeply hidden, and it is too terrible to hide. ”

Ye Qing looked at her lightly and said, "I have always done anything for the sake of the end. ”

Wutong smiled, "This may be the reason why the Demon Lord values you for giving away your magic skills. ”

She looked at Ye Qing quietly, and then suddenly said, "If the Demon Sect wants to start a war against the world, what will you choose?"

No one knew why she would suddenly ask such a question.

As the daughter of the Demon Lord, there was no look on her face that she was looking forward to the start of the war.

But she knew that the war was imminent.

Ye Qing said calmly, "I have no choice. ”

There was no choice, and no one knew what he meant by this sentence.

There is no choice, or perhaps there really is.

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......

Another two months later.

Jian Yuan.

Snow falls for the first time in winter.

When the snowflakes bloom perfectly, there is a girl on the mountain of the Twelve-Fold Mountain Gate.

Her face was delicate and fresh, and she had extremely good-looking makeup on her face, but her clothes were still just a white sword robe.

She sat on the edge of a cliff, her very beautiful long hair dragging over her shoulders.

Maybe it's because it's too cold, or maybe it's because she's a little unused to having long hair.

Her neck writhed and her hair shook from time to time.

There is no moon in the sky tonight.

She just felt irritable.

For some reason, the distance around her was very bright with the light emanating from the sword she had stuck in front of her.

Maybe it's because she hates the dark, maybe it's because she's afraid of the dark.

A crystal clear snowflake fell in front of him, and then he spun around in the air a few gorgeous times.

It should have landed gracefully, but it didn't.

For the girl opened her eyes and her fingers touched the snowflakes.

She has always loved flowers.

Like at this time.

For some reason, there was a yellowed flower in her beautiful long hair.

The flowers were in her hair, and if it were a blooming flower, she would be more beautiful than the fairies at this time.

If there is a master here, you will find that she has something different from before.

She didn't open her eyes before she felt the snowflakes falling.

In other words, she obviously noticed the change in the spiritual power and aura of heaven and earth.

She doesn't have the almost perverted talent of Ying Tanxi and Li Fengliang, but as an ordinary person, she is the most talented person in the entire Sword Abyss.

Her eyes were fixed on the snowflake for a long time, and then she finally stood up.

As she got up, the snow fell from the cliffs. The sword, which had been half buried in the snow, was now revealing its true face.

The chill on the edge of the cliff was stronger, but the sword light was brighter.

She beckoned, and the sword slipped smoothly into her hand.

A sword intent like autumn water emerged on the edge of this cliff.

A sword light streaked through.

The snowflake detached from her fingertips.

It flew through the air, and then was finally slashed into countless pieces by the sword.

The wind was wrapped in snow, and there was no movement in sight.

She nodded in great satisfaction, then turned away from the cliff.

The snow-colored sword light reflected on her body, like an extremely beautiful flower.

Instead of returning to her house, she went around to the mountains.

There is a withered field of flowers on the mountain.

No one knows what kind of flowers were once planted in it.

She stared at the field of flowers for a long time.

She found it boring.

So she went back to her room.

Somewhere in the room sat a yellowed and stiff thing on a table.

If she didn't say it, no one would know that it used to be a piece of tteokbokki.

She stared at the rice cake for a long time.

——

He went for half a year.

There was no news.

She shook her hair gently, and tied it up so preciously.

She counted it, and her hair grew a little longer today.

Her hair grew long, as if she was happier than when she had just broken through the realm of yin and yang.

......

She looked up slightly, not knowing when she was already holding a rouge box in her hand.

The lip grease was dotted between her lips.

The red lips reflected the white snow - she was a fairy at this moment.

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