Ye hugged Leng Xianning's shoulders and walked forward step by step, the blood had soaked the entire arm, and the red was terrifying. Lowering her eyes, she saw that her lips, which had lost their blood, were still stubbornly pursed, and there were bursts of pain on her left shoulder. Their fates are related, and her pain will also wreak havoc on him. He knew how hard she had endured.

"Ning'er, we might as well stop and rest for a while, and I'll help you deal with your wounds."

"No, we're not going far, if they want to chase it, it won't take long to catch up." Leng Xian Ning's voice was already a little weak and trembling, and a large drop of sweat slid down his forehead, and he only felt chills all over his body.

The hand that hugged her waist tightened, so that she was pressed tightly to her chest, took a deep breath, and held her in his arms.

"Don't, you're not healed yet, be careful of cracking." Leng Xianning saw his movements and said in a panic.

"If you want to sit farther away, this is the fastest." After saying that, he carried her and flew into the distance.

The moonlight is like water, and the cold fiber is condensed against the chest of the night, extremely peaceful.

Suddenly, the footsteps of the night stopped, and Leng Xianning thought that he was tired and wanted to rest for a while, but he didn't want to raise his eyes but met him with some strange eyes.

"Night." Snorted, then followed his line of sight. The trembling back froze instantly, and his lips trembled, but he still didn't say anything.

"Young master." Qing Nuo walked in from a distance, and under the moonlight, he said that the moon-white robe became one with the moonlight, as if he was an immortal who came by the moon.

Leng Xianning narrowed her eyes and motioned for Ye to put herself down, and the wound on her shoulder hurt again because of this small movement. A small face, even more pale in the moonlight.

"Brother Qing."

Qing Nuo smiled, still looking light and breezy, but those clear eyes were full of haggard and worry at the moment, and Leng Xian condensed his heart, as if he remembered what he was doing this time.

"Young master, I'm here to pick you up for the apocalypse."

Leng Xian was silent, and the corners of his mouth rose when he saw the person who was already standing in front of him. Looking at his appearance, she could guess if there was something wrong with his sweetheart who was in a hurry to treat him, and he couldn't wait?

Seeing that he didn't speak, a trace of panic flashed in his warm eyes, "Does the master remember promising me, if you save Wanru, I will set you free." ”

Leng Xian pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, and then said a little coldly, "Can I trust you?" ”

Qing Nuo's heart was fiercely tangled, and his throat tightened in pain, but he still smiled, and then said, "Yes." ”

Leng Xian Ning sank down, presumably he couldn't leave if he wanted to leave today, if he didn't agree, he was afraid that he would forcibly take him away, Ye and himself were both injured, and the two of them together were not his opponents.

"Okay." After saying that, he looked at the night, hoping that he would understand his actions.

The night just stood silently behind her, meeting her gaze and smiling. Naturally, she was happy in her heart, and she began to care about her thoughts, which showed something. In fact, as long as it is her decision, he will support it unconditionally, which is an obsession that borders on foolishness.

But it made him unusually persistent.

When Leng Xian Ning woke up again, he only saw the white yarn floating above his head, and the breeze blew and blew folds. All of a sudden, I didn't react where this was?

The light footsteps made Leng Xian Ning turn her head, and saw a delicate-looking little girl standing in front of her bed, looking at herself from time to time with a pair of eyes, "Miss, you're awake." ”

"Where is this?" Leng Xian Ning couldn't help but let out a sound, only to realize that his throat was very dry.

The little girl thoughtfully poured a cup of tea and helped her drink it, "Miss, the slave's name is Xiaonu, and this is the apocalypse." ”

"Apocalypse." Leng Xian Ning's action of drinking water paused, his mind was hazy, and he was directly following behind Qing Nuo at that time, walking and walking, he felt dizzy, and then lost consciousness.

The little slave put the teacup and tucked the quilt for her, "Miss has something to say to the little slave." ”

Leng Xianning shook her head and said softly, "You go down first, I still want to sleep a little longer." ”

The little slave blessed himself, then walked outside, and carefully closed the door. The huge room was quiet again, Leng Xianning slowly sat up, glanced around, and found that it was just an ordinary room.

Leng Xianning opened the door and found that there was no one around, but it was white everywhere, so pure that it was impossible to desecrate. Walking aimlessly on the zigzag corridor, with a little curiosity. I didn't expect that I really came here, and the original rejection was really a little less. All the surrounding plants are white snow lotus, and the stamens in the center are slightly purple, and the fragrance is charming.

Suddenly there was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind her, Leng Xianning turned her head and saw the little slave coming in a hurry with a group of slaves and maids, her face was panicked and nervous, so she couldn't help but be cautious.

"Miss, why are you here? You are not allowed to leave the room without your command. The little slave stood in front of her, bent over, and said anxiously.

"Brother Qing," Leng Xianning raised her head, her eyelashes blinked twice, "Why?" ”

"This, the slave doesn't know, Lord Qing ordered it so, Miss, please hurry back to the house." The little slave said nervously, but his eyes looked at Leng Xian Ning's back in fear.

Leng Xianning turned her head suspiciously, and what came into her eyes was the endless corridor and a piece of white, why were her eyes so frightened, just as she turned around and was about to go back to the house. But the footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Little slave, have you heard the singing, there are many people singing."

The maids all looked at her in horror, their faces turned pale, and they lowered their heads, but they were a little overwhelmed.

The little slave reacted quickly, grabbed Leng Xianning's arm, and led her to the room, "Miss, I heard it wrong, how could anyone be singing, it was the wind." ”

"The wind." Leng Xianning asked suspiciously, a gleam flashed in her eyes, she really thought she was the three-year-old child, and she couldn't even hear the wind and singing. However, why there is singing, it is so strange.

"It's the wind," the little slave said affirmatively, her steps were a little hurried, as if she hoped that she would return to the room quickly, "Miss, let's go back quickly, you are in good health, it is not appropriate to stay outside for a long time, the little slave has ordered the kitchen to make some porridge and sent it to the room." ”

Leng Xian pursed her lips and didn't speak, seeing her pale and nervous look, the doubts in her heart became bigger and bigger, I don't know why I always feel that this apocalypse is a weird place, she doesn't know how the night is now, she hasn't seen him since she came here.

The night was getting darker, and the outside was even deeper, and at the highest point of the apocalypse, Qingnuo stood in the wind. The pure white robe rolled up in a beautiful arc in the wind, looking at the city under his eyes, he smiled silently.

Apocalypse is just a city, but it is the most impregnable city, and there are countless people in the world who want to find it, but only a handful can actually find it. Before the death of the empress thousands of years ago, the world was divided into four, and the real blood of the emperor, the blood clan, only guarded this small city to thrive.

The quiet smile was interrupted by the sound of a thud not far away, and Qing Nuo flew down to hold the oncoming pigeon and took a small note from his leg. The dark eyes quickly swept over the words, the smile gradually lost its warmth, the hand holding the note gradually tightened, and for a moment, only fine pieces of powder flowed from between the fingers and drifted into the air.

Leng Xianning stood at the door, she seemed to be under house arrest, for three days, she didn't see Qingnuo, nor did she see the night, only the little slave delivered food on time, and she didn't seem to say a word. Leng Xianning felt isolated and abandoned.

The large snowdrop made her eyes foggy, and she couldn't seem to see it in front of her. Raising his head, it was still white, and he couldn't even see the blue sky, Leng Xianning couldn't help but wonder, is there a sky here?

The day is white and white, and the night is black and dull, with no blue sky and no starry sky.

A piece of white floated around the corner, Leng Xianning raised her head in surprise, looked at the person walking towards her, and suddenly wanted to cry, for so many days, she was alone in this strange place and was uneasy, and now she finally saw someone she knew.

"Brother Qing." Leng Xianning stepped forward and grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, and his frightened heart was finally relieved.

"What's wrong? There are some things that need to be dealt with in the past two days, and I have been delayed. Qingnuo hesitated, grabbed her cold fingers, and walked towards the room.

"Brother Qing, I don't like this strange feeling, what about the night? Can you let him come to me? Leng Xian Ning said hurriedly.

Qingnuo let go of her hand and sat down at the table, "You are just right, don't be too tired, he returned to the dark guard camp at night, and when you save Wanru, you can leave." ”

Leng Xianning heard this, a trace of joy flashed on his face, and he hurriedly ran to him, staring at his eyes, "Really?" How to save it, you tell me, I want to leave early. ”

Qingnuo smiled slightly, "Your body is just right, and the injuries on your body have not healed yet, don't be too anxious." After speaking, he took out a medicine from his arms, "Take this medicine, it will make you better faster." ”

Leng Xianning looked at his gentle smile, took the medicine, and didn't doubt him, so she couldn't wait to swallow it, she wanted to get better quickly, and then she could leave quickly. This quiet, paradise-like place gave birth to infinite fear and uneasiness in her heart.

Qing Nuo curled the corners of her lips and stroked her long hair, "Young master, have a good rest, I'll leave first, and I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

At night, there was dead silence.

Qingnuo stood in the doorway, his figure stretched by the lights on the corridor. Beside him stood a man in black, his purple eyes staring at the closed doorway for a moment.

"No, you have thought clearly, it's too late to regret it now."

"Xiu, if there is another way, I will never choose this way, as you can see, she can't wait, I can't wait. In the past six years, I have been refining the poison for my master, and I am still short of the last blow, and if I give up, it will fall short. ”

Qing Nuo's eyes welled up with a dark pain, and his long body turned his back to the door, he couldn't regret it, he must not regret it. Mo Yanxiu sighed lightly, he should have known that he couldn't stop what he had decided at all.

Suddenly, a burst of red light rose in the room, making the night as bright as day.

Mo Yanxiu was shocked, and there was some incredulity in his eyes, "Nuo, what did you do?" ”

Qing Nuo looked at the room that suddenly lit up, and a burst of joy flashed on her face, soon, soon, soon, "If the young master knew what I was going to do, he would not have agreed, the poison I put in her body, coupled with the medicine given in the morning, would make her forget all her memories and be reborn, relying only on the first person she saw after waking up, and I had no choice but to do it." ”

Mo Yanxiu glared at him fiercely, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, trying his best to resist the urge to kill him, gritted his teeth and said, "Crazy." With that, he wanted to rush into the room.

Qing Nuo grabbed his arm, "Huangquan, you don't know, if you go in at this moment, you can only let the young master die innocently." ”

Mo Yanxiu's footsteps stopped, his body turned stiffly, his purple eyes were no longer pure, but deep and angry, and his body exuded a murderous aura.

"Ahh A scream pierced the sky above the apocalypse.

Qing Nuo shook off Mo Yanxiu's arm, opened the door and entered the room.

The woman on the bed was as white as snow, untouched, hunched like a newborn baby, and the inky green silk spread out and draped on the bed. As if sensing someone walking in, he slowly raised his head, a small face with eyebrows like Yuandai, eyes like a vast wave, and a cherry lips that were red without dotting.

"Who are you?"

Dan's lips opened lightly, and his voice was clean and pure, like a clear spring flowing by, tinkling.

"I'm your brother." Qingnuo choked in his throat, pulled the brocade quilt on the side, and covered the woman's body.

"Brother." The woman looked up at the man who was staring at her silently, frowned slightly, and asked slowly, "Who am I?" ”

"Your name is Leng Xianning, okay, don't think about it, your body is good, you need to rest more." Qingnuo helped her cut her long hair, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Brother," Leng Xianning grabbed the corner of his clothes, a little mist welled up in his bright eyes, biting his red lips, looking afraid of being wronged, "Ning Er is afraid." ”

Qingnuo's heart shook, and she held her white and tender soft wattle and put it in the palm of her hand, "Don't be afraid, Ning'er, my brother is next door, just shout." ”

Leng Xian pouted, held back the tears gushing from her eyes, and nodded.

At the door, Mo Yanxiu looked at this scene, as if he had been hit hard in the chest, if he knew that it would be the case, he would definitely take her away and not let her set foot here. However, what should I do now? If it was just to save people with blood, he might have a way to save it, but now, even he is helpless.

The apocalypse shrouded in darkness is silent, and the night is like splashing ink, heavy and depressing.

In the bedroom covered by white gauze, the elegant incense is filled, the fire on the candlestick burns quietly, and the white brocade quilt is embroidered with large snow lotus, which is unusually charming. Leng Xian's weak body curled up in the brocade quilt, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she was sleeping unsteadily, her lips were squirming, but she couldn't hear what she was saying.

Qingnuo sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at the thin and pale person on the bed, her thin lips pursed.

"Obedient······ Be obedient······ Brother. The man on the bed seemed to be in a nightmare, muttering to himself in fear, and his little body trembled uneasily, as if he had seen some terrible sight.

"Brother······ Brother······ Ning'er was obedient. ”

"Don't dislike Ning'er."

The sleeping man trembled even more, stretched out his arms and waved wildly, his pale face was frightened and uneasy. The white bedgown slid down the smooth arm, revealing dense scars, and it was impossible to find a single piece of white skin.

The criss-crossing scars are unusually conspicuous in the candlelight.

Qingnuo's pupils shrank tightly, hurriedly grabbed her waving hand, and whispered comfortingly, "I'm here, my brother is here, don't be afraid." ”

The soft voice made the person on the bed feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and suddenly opened his eyes, and his clear eyes looked closely at the person sitting on the edge of the bed.

Qing Nuo held back her thoughts, put down her hand, brushed away the messy hair stuck to her face with her fingertips, pulled a smile at the corner of her mouth, and whispered, "Ning'er is awake, it's time to go to the alchemy room." ”

When she heard the three words of alchemy room, Leng Xianning's body shrank obviously, and Qing Nuo leaned over to pick up her light body.

Leng Xianning's whole body was trembling, even more than in a dream, and her hand grabbed the placket of his clothes, as if it was her only salvation. The originally pale face was even paler, biting his lower lip, wordlessly resisting something.

Qingnuo hugged her arm tightly, as if he knew her fear, lowered his head, and softened his voice, "Ning'er, don't be afraid, tonight is the last time, it's good to pass." ”

When Leng Xianning heard it for the last time, her face was obviously relaxed, and she raised a bright smile and looked at his black eyes, "Brother, Ning Er is not afraid." ”

He pulled his head into his arms and rubbed it twice on his shoulder sockets, full of dependence.

Qing Nuo's body stiffened a little with her movements, but she still pursed her thin lips, didn't say a word, and strode towards the alchemy room.

Seeing the familiar dark door, Leng Xian's body began to tremble again, that was her nightmare, here was her nightmare, this nightmare had been going on for five days, uninterrupted.

Qingnuo kicked the door open, and the candle inside shook twice, and then returned to calm. The bright alchemy room was spacious and deserted, with a fishy smell everywhere, and in the giant dome in the middle, the red liquid was churning strangely. Leng Xianning's eyes widened, looking at the mouth in fear, and her whole body was like a spasm.

Qingnuo put her on the side of the ding, felt that her clothes were held in the palm of her hand, and there was a slight pain in her heart, but she was still gentle as in the past, and broke her fingers one by one, "Good, don't be afraid, come, put your hand in, it'll be fine for a while." ”

Leng Xianning's body trembled, and when he heard his gentle voice, he trembled and stretched out his hand to the giant ding.

Some poison gradually floated in Dingzhong, smelled the smell of fresh meat and blood, quickly swam to the hand, and bit without hesitation, and the meat was pierced fiercely.

"Ahh The pain of lust made Leng Xian Ning let out a muffled snort, but he just bit his lower lip, his body spasmed violently, and his pale face was as if he was dead, only beads of sweat fell into the placket of his clothes. The miserable white lips were bitten, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire mouth, but he still didn't dare to let go.

She didn't dare to call for help, she couldn't call for help, she would always remember what her brother said that night, "As long as Ning'er is obedient, my brother will protect you in the future and won't let you be hurt." ”

She has to be obedient, she can't resist, she doesn't want to lose her brother.

Finally, the straight legs could no longer bear this heart-rending pain, and slowly softened and sat down on the edge of the giant ding.

Looking at the new thin scars, Qing Nuo's pupils contracted violently, and his long body trembled uncontrollably. His face gradually turned pale, and he hugged the faint life tightly, as if as soon as he let go of his hand, she would disappear.

Leng Xianning hid in his arms, reluctantly opened his eyes, saw the fear in his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and a faint voice came from his arms, "Brother, don't be afraid, Ning'er, it doesn't hurt." ”

Qingnuo's back froze, the arm holding her trembled, his chin rested on the top of her head, cold tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, he didn't know what kind of emotion was in his heart, but his chest rose and fell violently, "I'm sorry, Ning'er, I'm sorry." ”

Leng Xianning's blood-stained lips opened, but he was unable to say a word, just held his hand with a bloody hand.

Qingnuo stood up with her in her arms, but she could only lean on the jade pillar behind her weakly, and entrusted all her strength to the jade pillar behind her. Yun Qingfeng's face was no longer indifferent, and his lips trembled uneasily.

"Ning'er, don't be afraid, my brother will protect you, and he will definitely protect you."

Outside the door, the little slave was still guarding the door, his eyes full of sadness when he looked at the alchemy room. She didn't know why Lord Qing wanted Miss to endure this kind of pain of being addicted to insects, the first night, Miss would shout in pain, but from the second night, she stopped screaming. Just silently endured this pain, she didn't know how she endured it. How forbearant you are.

The little slave pursed her lower lip, quickly left the alchemy room and returned to the room, the young lady was about to sleep peacefully when she came back, she had to get ready.

Since that night, Qingnuo has never come to Leng Xianning's room again, and the only person Leng Xianning has seen every day is Xiaonu, and she has become her closest person. There was a breeze floating outside the window, Leng Xianning stood up and walked to the bedside, the wind blew her inky black green silk, hitting her face, slightly painful.

"Miss, you're not in good health, don't catch a cold." The little slave got up and put on a cloak for her, since the refining of the medicine, the young lady's body has deteriorated, and she can't resist the wind at all.

Leng Xian didn't move, just stood, her eyes looking along the endless corridor, as if there was a slender and gentle figure standing somewhere, it was her brother.