Lin Le really couldn't believe that without any cultivation or strength, Nangong Xue'er could ignore the eyes of Di Yu and the old man in the corner, and walked towards Di Yun............ Isn't she afraid of death?

Yes.

Nangong Xue'er is indeed not afraid of death, because from her eyes, she can only see tenacity and a trace of indifference.

However, this trace of indifference is not aimed at Di Yun, but at Di Yu.

When she passed Di Yu, she just glanced at Di Yu, although in this eye, the indifference was very light, but it was very solid, and it really pierced Di Yu's heart.

Therefore, Di Yu shouted coldly: "Stop!"

However, Nangong Xue'er not only did not stand still, but straightened her waist as if she was angry, and continued to walk towards Di Yun, who had passed out.

Seeing this, Lin Le said in his heart that Nangong Xue'er was like this, and as Di Yun's woman, she was still here with a pestle.

However, just as Lin Le was about to act, the old man in the corner of the bookshelf once again set his eyes on Lin Le.

Thereupon.

Lin Le couldn't move again.

“#%......%#......&##%...... ￥#%￥%...... ￥......#%...... ￥##......%&**............”

Lin Le's current mood is like thousands of grass and mud horses whistling by, don't mention the taste.

She was deprived of the right to take a step towards Diyun.

............ The other side.

Nangong Ling'er was still walking towards Di Yun, but Di Yu, who was behind her, spoke again and said, "I told you to stop, didn't you hear it!?"

I don't know why, when Nangong Ling'er heard this, she trembled with anger, tilted her face and glanced at Di Yu behind her, and said coldly: "Eighteen years, have you ever taken care of the young master? You are not worthy of being a father!"

"Who do you think you are?" Di Yu suddenly roared.

"I am a child of the Nangong family. Nangong Ling'er said without looking back.

Hearing this, Di Yu's face was cloudy, and he looked at Nangong Ling'er and said, "What are you going to do?"

Nangong Ling'er snorted coldly and ignored Di Yu.

At this time, she had already walked in front of Di Yun, and then helped him up, and walked towards the door with difficulty.

Seeing Nangong Ling'er doing this, Di Yu became even more gloomy.

Suddenly, Di Yu's palm pushed towards the door, pushing Lin Le out of the air, and then only heard a "clang" sound from the door, and the door was closed.

Almost at the same time, the old man in the corner of the bookshelf glanced at Di Yu, and then his mind moved, only to hear another "clang", and every window was closed.

Nangong Ling'er, who was struggling to support Di Yun, saw this scene, paused, looked at Di Yu and snorted coldly, and then continued to walk towards the door, her eyes full of arrogance.

No one knows why she, a little maid without any cultivation, has such a lofty arrogance in front of the future King of Beihuang.

It seems that no matter how powerful Di Yu is, his strength is so small and contemptuous in the eyes of Nangong Ling'er.

When Nangong Ling'er passed by Di Yu, Di Yu finally spoke, "Where are you taking him?"

Nangong Ling'er didn't respond to Di Yu directly, but said like this: "If Grandma knows that the young master has suffered so much in your Di family, even if you Di Yu have a hundred heads, it will not be enough for my Nangong family to cut off." ”

As soon as these words fell, Di Yu suddenly roared: "Could it be that as a man, can't you bear that little grievance and suffering?"

Nangong Ling'er snorted coldly: "The bloodline of my Nangong family is not as cheap as you!"

Di Yu shouted violently: "Look for death!"

The sound was like a thunderbolt, shaking the bookshelves inside.

Nangong Ling'er's face was shocked by this voice, and she even spurted out a mouthful of blood, and even her legs trembled, as if a random gust of wind could blow her down now.

However, she still did not fall.

Because, she still holds Di Yun.

She can't pour.

She's been telling herself that she can't fall.

I don't know how long it took, Nangong Ling'er finally stood firm, two red clouds appeared on her pale face, she wiped the blood stains on the corners of her mouth, looked back at Di Yu, and said disdainfully: "You sick cat, that's all you can do! My sister is really blind when she marries you!"

After speaking, Nangong Ling'er continued to walk towards the door with difficulty.

However, before she could take a few steps, Di Yu behind her disappeared in place, appearing not far in front of Nangong Ling'er as if she appeared out of thin air.

Seeing Di Yu blocking her way, Nangong Ling'er paused, stared straight at Di Yu, and said word by word: "No, to, let, I, one, one, small, girl, mustache, all, look, no, up, you!"

Di Yu didn't speak, just stood not far in front of Nangong Ling'er, his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

And when Nangong Ling'er raised her difficult heels again and stepped forward, Di Yu finally twitched her cheeks and spoke, "Twenty years ago, my Di Yu was nothing, a sour Confucian that everyone looked down on, dancing and writing every day, living in his own world, not knowing what cultivation is, not knowing how to become a real powerhouse, wandering around all day long, getting drunk every day, like a puddle of mud ......"

Without waiting for Di Yu to finish speaking, Nangong Ling'er interrupted: "You are a puddle of mud!"

When Di Yu heard this, not only did he not get angry, but smiled bitterly, and said with tears in his eyes: "Ling'er, you are right, I am just a puddle ............of mud! It's such a puddle of mud, but one day it was thrown by the family to a forbidden place where neither the human race nor the demon race dared to set foot lightly, the Demon Forest............ Then, I met your sister, Nangong Xue!"

Hearing this, Nangong Ling'er interrupted again, however, Nangong Ling'er's love was obviously the same as Di Yu at this time, extremely unstable. She stared at Di Yu with mist in her eyes, her eyes were full of hatred, and she scolded loudly: "You scum!

Di Yu laughed miserably: "Yes, how can a scum like me be worthy of your sister? How did I meet your sister in the Demon Forest? I would rather those things never happened!"

Di Yu's words seemed to be ridiculous when they heard Nangong Ling'er's ears, so ridiculous that Nangong Ling'er looked at Di Yu's eyes, just like looking at a dog, a dog can't change a dog that eats!

Di Yu gasped and said, "Yes, I, Di Yu, am a scum and have a merry nature. And your sister, Nangong Xue, is a fairy who cannot be desecrated, pure and immaculate, and cannot be violated. The two of us, a thousand should not, never should, should not meet, I should not lie to her again and again, deceive her to protect me, should not deceive her to come to Jinjing......"

Nangong Ling'er sneered and interrupted: "You don't have to remember the past here, my sister is blind and a fool, our Nangong family should not be isolated from the world, we should not be kind to others, and think that everyone in the world is kind!"

Speaking of this, Nangong Ling'er walked quickly towards Di Yu and said, "You go away, I will leave Jinjing with the young master and return to Nangong's house!"

Di Yu suddenly roared, "If your sister can survive, I can kill all the people in the world!"

Nangong Ling'er looked at Di Yu coldly, and said contemptuously: "You out-and-out madman, you talk like a fart!"

After the words fell, Di Yu suddenly took out more than half of the prayer wheel from his arms and held it in front of Nangong Ling'er.

There are not many Buddhist cultivators in the Great Jin Empire, so the prayer wheel is not very common, but people like Nangong Ling'er who have seen the world naturally know what Di Yu is holding in his hand.

It was a mutilated prayer wheel with a missing handle.

The only difference is that this prayer wheel is not golden, but black.

The black prayer wheel, like a dark wizard's magic weapon, not to mention ordinary people, even some well-informed dignitaries and nobles, I'm afraid they are also amazed by this thing, in this world, how can there be a black prayer wheel?

Although the spread of Buddhism is not wide enough, it is very diverse and profound.

Someone makes a black prayer wheel out of black material, isn't this an insult to Buddhist practice, isn't this a blasphemy against Buddhist practice?

Who made this black prayer wheel, it's too idle!

However, after Nangong Ling'er saw this black prayer wheel, she didn't think about it, but there were many changes in her eyes, from cold to level, from level-level to strange, from strange to questioning, and from questioning to shock!

In the end, Nangong Ling'er trembled and said, "How can you have this thing!"

Di Yu gritted her teeth and said, "This is what your sister desperately grabbed for, and all you got was the prayer wheel handle in your sister's hand! I'm afraid, after Grandma got the only clue to the handle, she didn't find more of Xue'er's cause of death, right?"

Nangong Ling'er glared at Di Yu as if she had lost her mind, "I just want to know, how can this thing be in your hands!"

Di Yu gritted her teeth and said: "Xue'er died in the Beihuang Palace, the first to see her corpse, of course, was me, after I saw this prayer wheel in her hand that day, I knew the origin of this thing at that time!"

When Di Yu said this, Nangong Ling'er seemed to want to interrupt again and say something about why you didn't tell the Nangong family about this matter, but Di Yu didn't let her say it, and the words changed and said: "However, because I know the origin of this thing, I can't say it!

When she heard the last four words, Nangong Ling'er's little face became as white as paper, she looked at Di Yu in shock, and for a moment, her eyes suddenly became complicated.

Di Yu smiled bitterly and said, "Twenty years ago, I was just like you, without any cultivation! Even like Yun'er before, I didn't even awaken my bloodline talent! But after I secretly found out some clues, it took me more than ten years to make myself stronger! I only have two purposes, to avenge Xue'er! Let Yun'er become more like a man!"

This book is derived from Kanshu.com