The vague feeling in his body didn't attract too much attention from Ning Que, he even thought that the warmth came from Moshan Mountain behind him, he just quietly looked at the mottled sword marks between the bluestones on the roof, thinking about the dashing bearing of the little uncle when he splashed his sword intent, thinking about his helplessness to wait for death at this time, and felt a little ashamed and embarrassed.

Desperate waiting for death is a very sad thing, people in this situation are usually silent, at this time, Master Liansheng no longer speaks, Ning Que naturally has no interest in speaking, and the room in the Demon Hall becomes dead silent.

The absolutely quiet environment, as Master Liansheng recalled with resentment before, lasted for a long time and was indeed terrifying, there was no sound of wind and no sound of flowers and plants, Ning Que even faintly heard the sound of his lungs expanding and contracting, and heard the sound of his hair rubbing, he felt very magical, but he felt terrible.

If he hadn't been able to clearly feel Mo Shanshan's soft body, maybe he would really think that he had reached the underworld.

Mo Shanshan leaned weakly on his shoulder, haggard and asked, "Are we going to die?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "It seems to be so. ”

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, and said, "Why can't you comfort me?"

Ning Que coughed twice in pain, laughed at himself and said, "If you can die happily, it can actually be considered comfort." ”

Mo Shanshan understood what he meant by this, if he was directly killed by Master Liansheng later, he would be happy, and if he watched himself being eaten like Ye Hongyu, that was the biggest fear in the world.

As soon as she thought of this, the girl's beautiful cheeks suddenly became extremely pale, her long and sparse eyelashes trembled slightly, her thin lips tightly pursed into a red line, and after a long silence, she looked at Ning Que's brows that were deeply wrinkled into Sichuan characters because of coughing, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I said in the royal court that I like your words. ”

Ning Que didn't know why the bookworm mentioned this matter at this time, and after being slightly stunned, he said with a comforting smile: "I know that my own handwriting is good, if you want to see me go out and write thousands of words for you." ”

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said, "I also said that I like your big dark horse." ”

Ning Que was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "That naughty guy is really reluctant to give it away. ”

"I don't want a big dark horse. Mo Shanshan bit his lower lip lightly, and said softly as if he had made up his mind: "I do like your words, and I like that big black horse, but what I want to tell you is another thing." ”

"I like you. ”

This confession directly turned Ning Que into a piece of wood, he looked at the haggard but still beautiful face close at hand, sniffed the faint girl's body near the end of his nose, and was silent for a long time, thinking about how to answer.

This is the first time in his two lives that he has been confessed by the opposite sex, this is one of the most beautiful words he has heard in his two lives, although it is a pity that it is in the dim Demon Sect Mountain Gate, at the moment when death is about to come, but it is still beautiful like the sound of willow branches gently rubbing against the lake, that lake is the ink pool under Mogan Mountain?

The girl on her shoulders is a first-rate person in the world regardless of temperament and appearance or cultivation realm, famous all over the world, I don't know how many young men secretly love but are ashamed of themselves and dare not speak, in Ning Que's opinion, Mo Shanshan is easy to be misunderstood for being cold and arrogant because of his bad eyes, but he can't find the slightest fault.

In terms of the family background or political background of the sect, the Tang State and the Great River Kingdom have been friends for generations, and the master and the emperor must be happy to see it, which is a good match of course. In terms of hobbies, the two can be said to be like-minded colleagues, if they are really in one place, in addition to boudoir matters in the long night in the future, they can also enjoy each other side by side, wouldn't it be wonderful?

Of course, men's likes are sometimes complicated, but most of the time they are very simple, a woman like Mo Shanshan who is worthy of liking should be liked, and so is Ning Que.

It's just that he is about to die in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and he has been thinking about so many things for so long, and when he wakes up, he can't help but almost lose his laughter, but he always feels that something is wrong in his heart.

This feeling was very strange, no background and worldly things were important before death, and he asked himself if he really liked this girl as pure as books and ink, but he became more and more vigilant about the touch of something wrong in his heart, as if he was about to take that crucial step before entering the demon, and the great beauty was accompanied by great fear.

What is that fear? Ning Que didn't know, he looked at the girl beside him, and said helplessly: "Senior Sister Shanshan, I like your temperament and appearance, including the way you do things, it stands to reason that this is the time, I shouldn't ...... it."

Mo Shanshan's face did not have the usual shyness after a girl's confession, but it was gentle and quiet, she knew why Ning Que hesitated, and even knew why he hesitated better than this guy himself, and couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

She leaned gently into his arms and whispered, "You're really confused in some ways. I just don't want to die and you don't know my affection, but I'm not anxious to hear any comfort from you, and it's not fair to say anything you say at this moment, I'm just suing you about it. ”

Ning Que wanted to refute where he was confused, but after thinking about it, he was indeed a little confused at this time.

Why can't you hold this girl's family in your arms according to your true heart, tell her that I like you too, and then make up for the regrets of the next two lives before you die, what are you afraid of?

But he felt Mo Shanshan's affection, his heart was warm and moved, and he said softly: "Then I know." ”

Mo Shanshan smiled contentedly, slowly closed his eyes, leaned into his arms, and said, "That's enough." ”

In the dark and silent room of the Demon Temple, in the middle of the hill of bones and corpses, the ghost-like old monk's palm gently pressed on the top of the head of a beautiful girl covered in blood, cold as winter, but in the other corner of the room, two young men and women who were about to die hugged each other gently, whispering like small animals, warm as spring.

This bloody and cruel but beautiful picture is heart-pounding and heart-warming.

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A good feeling can't make this world really beautiful, it seems to be warm like spring, in fact, as the night envelops the mountain outside the Demon Sect, the light in the room is getting darker and darker, and the temperature is getting lower and lower, the weak Mo Shanshan leaned on Ning Que's arms and fell unconscious, and Ning Que, who was extremely injured, also felt that the heat in his body was gradually disappearing.

Vaguely remembering the warmth of a certain moment before, he instinctively raised his head and looked at the bluestones on the roof again, and suddenly found that the mottled sword marks on the stones at this time did not disappear with the night, but began to glow with a faint light.

Uncle Xiao was the powerhouse of the Sword Slaying Demon Sect back then, and the sword was stained with blood and then went to the stone wall and finally became today's ghost fire? But Ning Que clearly remembered that this kind of thing should be a remnant of a rotting corpse, and it couldn't last too long.

He squinted at the increasingly clear sword marks on the roof, and gradually became fascinated, and once again habitually used the Yongzi Eight Methods to solve them, and he completely forgot the injuries on his body and forgot to cough.

The mottled sword marks glowing with faint light began to disintegrate into dense filaments of light, and then turned around in the field of vision, as if lying on the grassland and looking at the stars overhead, beautiful and peaceful.

Suddenly, Ning Que felt a little more warmth in his body, this time he didn't let this feeling pass, but he didn't pay too much attention, just carefully experienced and enjoyed.

The sword marks on the roof stone flowed in his field of vision according to a certain pattern, and the warmth seemed to correspond to it, and it also began to circulate in his body, from his wrist to his neck, and the place he passed was warm and comfortable.

Ning Que was in a trance at this time, and subconsciously chased after those warmths, wanting to dispel the chill on his body, and correspondingly, his gaze also moved slowly on those sword marks, and those traces were gradually imprinted in his sea of consciousness.

The sword marks entered his eyes, into his body, into a warm stream of air, through his wrists and many joints, into his internal organs, into some kind of substantial existence, indifferently urging him to his feet. The sword intent contained in those traces was so proud, how could it allow such despair to surrender in the face of death?

So, Ning Que stood up.

He tilted his head and looked at the sword marks on the roof, as if he didn't even know he was standing up.

Mo Shanshan woke up from his coma, shocked and speechless, looking at him standing in front of him, not knowing what was happening.

Ning Que raised his head and looked at the sword marks quietly, I don't know how long he looked at it, his pupils gradually became darker and darker, but they were so transparent and crystalline, and when he looked inside, he seemed to see an endless abyss.

With a thud, he slowly pulled out the Pu knife behind him.

He looked at the sword marks flying diagonally forward on the roof, and took a step forward with his right foot.

He looked at a clumsy and straightforward short sword mark in the corner, and thumped his left knee down.

He looked at a supple and rounded sword mark on the opposite wall, turned suddenly, and slashed out.

The blades hummed, the air between the blades opened up, and the wind blew in the quiet room.

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I don't know when, the old monk woke up, looked indifferently over there, and sucked two mouthfuls of pure flesh and blood in a row with gluttonous **, his cheeks gradually plumped, and the vitality in his thin body had become extremely vigorous.

Ning Que was dancing the knife in the corner of the room at this time, he was focusing on the mottled sword marks on the walls and roof, and kept waving the Pu knife in his hand, not perceiving the rest of the things around him at all, as if he had inexplicably entered deep meditation.

The old monk felt that the breath in the sword marks on the walls around him was gradually passing away, and then poured into the young body, and his indifferent eyes suddenly became fanatical and resentful, and he screamed bitterly: "You are dead. Do you want to come back to life with the broken sword you left behind?"

The old monk's cheeks, which had just plumped up, suddenly sunk, and his right hand, like a ghost claw and withered branches, pointed at Ning Que, who was still oblivious, and looked like he wanted to kill the other party immediately at the expense of essence and blood.

Mo Shanshan was the first to react, forcibly supporting his weak body, and reached out to hold a few hard objects behind him.

Ye Hongyu, who had been bowing his head and being silent under the old monk's withered palm, suddenly raised his head, his hands on the broken bones trembled slightly, and his cold eyes swelled with a stubborn meaning of absolute self-abandonment.

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