Nangong tilted his clothes in the evening breeze blowing and bulging, suddenly for a moment, powerless, thoughts and thousands of thoughts immediately turned, the center of gravity of the whole body on the body of the disgusted body, the sky has a fish belly white, mixed with a bit of blue color, an ethereal palace in the distance, is the residence of the disgusted life, where is the Nangong tilt two or three meters away.

Nangong tilted his eyes into a slit, stared at a figure without slackening, and gradually walked to the front.

"Lord Tilt, my sister-in-law will talk to you." Her hands were beautiful, white Katsuyuki, as if a sharp thing could cut through her weak skin, and a bell was tied around her ankle, but flaxseed was wrapped around it.

Nangong Tian was covered by his long flowing hair covering half of his eyebrows, and his handsome face was a little noble and desireless, and he was silent.

Glaring at the person walking in front of him, "Who the hell are you?"

"Is Nan Yinnian looking for me or you?" Nangong leaned to look at the southwest direction she was walking, and at a glance, it was very different from Nan Yinnian's residence......

And he stood there, listening carefully to the tiny footsteps and the ticking of the bells, for the sound of the bells of flaxseed was very clear.

Even though the woman was leaning on Nangong's back, the laughter still brought him a lot of shock, the woman stared at her palm, and vaguely saw the blood stains on it, along the veins of the palm prints, almost covering the entire palm.

She sighed lightly with relief, and the emotions in her eyes were a little mixed with light and dark, like the existence and contradiction of a spoon and chopsticks.

"What's the problem?" She chuckled, raised her palm lightly and looked at the hand that was blown by the evening breeze, from the light laugh to the end full of laughter, the young smile that didn't dare to let go to the crisp smile like a silver bell at the end, she still decided to tell Nangong Tilt.

Nangong Tian was just a little inexplicably incomprehensible, but he didn't mind, slowly drenched in the evening breeze, a little tidal and a little cool, the tide and the cold were mixed, and he copied the steps next to him, he was a little tired, and the sound he seemed to hear in his ears began to become unreal.

"Brother."

Nangong Tilt began to feel that he had no strength in his body, he didn't look at his position, he just followed his heart, over the years, he became himself hated himself, every day he lived for hatred, he was miserable, and now suddenly someone came to tell him, Nangong Tilt! I'm your sister, Nine Castles.

He started laughing, his sister?

In that battle that did not belong to you and me, my sister was above the angelic purity of people, and was captured to their position by a 1.5 million feather army, including many women like Jiucheng, how innocent were they?

In this way they fell, and the most important thing that was born to be a woman was gone, gone, gone......

How could Nangong Tian not hate, his sister was so humiliating, maybe Jiucheng would not be blind when he died.

Nangong tilted to prevent these perceptual memories from pouring into his mind, how long had he not thought about this, and all of this was the woman behind him, who reminded himself, for this kind of feeling, Nangong tilted his heart, and the anger was expressed through a smile on his face, Nangong tilted his head, his eyes looked at the unopened palace gate in front of him, the red paint paved the gate majestic, just like he felt that the woman behind him was full of nonsense, He didn't know that Jiucheng was an unspeakable part of him.

Then a piece of red poured into Nangong Tian's eyes, which became more and more intense, and the disgust in Nangong Tian's arms seemed to have fallen into a sea of fire, and his whole body was hot and uncomfortable, and he suddenly felt that he had fallen into the ice cellar ditch, and he couldn't breathe.

The red in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an ice sculpture-like fragmentary cold, Nangong tilted back his gaze, and just caught a glimpse of a tenacious sapling growing in the gap on the steps, and the bottom of his eyes gradually became gentle: "Brother? It's better not to take it personally. ”

Nangong tilted his arms step by step, and when he walked to that gap, Nangong tilted the corners of his lips silently, his eyes rubbed on the wisp of saplings, and gradually left.

At this time, the red paint door gradually opened, and a person wearing a green gauze skirt was gradually seen on the crack of the door.

"You'd better go back!" The one who opened the door said eloquently.

Her skin was better than snow, and she secretly lowered her eyes, did her brother really make him so unbelievable?

She strode away.

On the ground where he walked, a tear lay on it......