"Ahh

Mo Yinxing looked at her look that was not quite right, twisted his eyebrows and walked to her bedside, and asked her how she got it?

"But what nightmare did you have?"

Ning Xiang didn't know how to tell Mo Yinxing about the past she saw in her dream, and after being silent for a while, she gave him an affirmative answer: "Well, sort of." ”

But she knew it wasn't a nightmare.

She lifted the futon and got off the bed, not planning to say more to Mo Yinxing, just wiped the moist corners of her eyes and talked about going to the Sword Ruins later.

"I'd like to go in by myself, okay?"

Mo Yinxing looked at her back and vaguely guessed that the nightmare she was talking about was not so simple.

But he still respected her, didn't plan to dig into the problem, and nodded: "Okay." ”

The treasure hunting rat and the white worm didn't dare to squeak at all on the side, Mo Yinxing glanced at the two spirit beasts who were obviously weak-hearted, and asked about them after Ning Xiang entered the sword cave alone.

"You know why Ah Zhi was so emotionally out of control in the morning, right?"

He said this not in a questioning tone, but with certainty.

The treasure hunting rat is not good at lying, and after thinking about it, Mo Yinxing is also Ning Xiang's person anyway, even if he tells the truth, it is not a big deal.

Xin Yiheng told him the truth directly.

"But let's talk about it first, this bad idea is not from me, it is the white worm who said it himself, so that the stinky woman's mood can be relieved."

Who knew that this relief was not alleviated, and when she woke up, her mood was even lower than before.

The white worm's eyes widened, thinking that the treasure hunting mouse was also a dog-headed military advisor, so in the end, all the responsibility fell on it.

But the Treasure Hunter Mouse's threatening little eyes were still staring at it, and it didn't dare to squeak at all, so it could only acquiesce to what it said.

It was the first time that Mo Yinxing knew that the blood of the white worm could have this effect, and after glancing at the place where Ning Xiang had left before, he frowned and asked about the treasure hunting mouse, how much do you know about Cheng Jing?

"Cheng Jing? Not too much, right, what's wrong? ”

The treasure hunting rat didn't understand what Mo Yinxing meant, and the uneasiness in Mo Yinxing's heart was slowly magnifying, and finally he couldn't help but follow up the sword cave.

He wanted to see why Ning Xiang wanted to enter the Sword Ruins alone.

Inside the Sword Ruins.

Ning Xiang was indeed seriously choosing the right sword for Cheng Jing, but she always felt that it was almost meaningless.

It's like if Cheng Jing was here, he wouldn't like it.

So after throwing away a saber that flew towards her again, she temporarily paused and carefully recalled the memories of Cheng Jing and her before.

At that time, he actually had a vague mention of what kind of sword he wanted in the future.

"If there is a sword that can match the master's life-breaking sword or the demon sword, then it would be good."

She jerked to her feet, remembering the crucial words.

Next, instead of looking like a headless fly like before, he went straight to the High Sword Cave.

The Demon Sword and the Broken Life Sword are both top-grade swords, and if Cheng Jing also wants a top-grade sword, with her current strength, it is not a problem.

It's just that what kind of high-grade saber is more suitable for him, she doesn't have any clue yet.

The swords in the High Sword Cave were very temperamental, and it took her about a full hour to find a sword that might be more suitable for him.

There is a layer of cold white light around the sword, and the position of the hilt is engraved with a snowflake symbol, which is called the first snow sword.

The Chuxue Sword, with its own cold attribute characteristics, is extremely light in the hand, and the sword is cold after it is unsheathed, which is very suitable for Cheng Jing.

She could almost imagine what he would have looked like if he had actually gotten his hands on the saber and danced it.

Just as she was thinking about it, she felt that the hairband she used to tie the green silk fell off, like a scattered leaf slowly falling on the back of her hand.

She remembered that this was something that Cheng Jing gave her at that time, and she was about to make some nostalgia after picking it up, but she noticed a very familiar atmosphere.

That breath. Seems to be spilling from inside the headband?

Ning Xiang wrinkled her eyebrows and stared at the hairband in her hand for a while, and finally planned to start exploring the headband.

Then, a thick strand of shiny black hair was found inside.

It was from here that the breath wafted out.

"Is it Xiaojing's hair?"

Ning Xiang carefully held the strand of hair, a little puzzled why Cheng Jing did this.

Just as she was thinking about it, she felt a very vigorous life force coming out of her hair, which made her look surprised and paused, and instantly thought of a possibility.

With the sword in hand, there was no need for her to continue to stay in the sword cave, staring at the green silk in her hand for a while, and then got up to leave after suppressing the heat at the end of her eyes.

The scenery near the Sword Cave is beautiful, and there are mountain pools flowing past.

Ning Xiang did not walk from the main entrance of the Sword Cave, but left at the junction of the High Sword Cave and the Middle Sword Cave.

What she was going to do next was not easy for Mo Yinxing to know.

It was suddenly dark outside, and Ning Xiang didn't take a few steps before she felt a few snowflakes fall on the tip of her nose.

She fluttered her eyelashes, pursed her lips and quickened her steps into a cave where she could shelter from the wind and snow.

After that, sit down in a meditative position and take your heart's work.

It's been a full day since Cheng Jing returned to where he was supposed to be.

Obviously, he had only met Ning Xiang not long ago, but he had a sense of impatience that he hadn't seen her for nearly a year.

He sat in the palatial temple, overlooking the mirror-like screens, but his mind was not on it at all.

He left in too much of a hurry at the time, so he didn't know what Ning Xiang's reaction would be after he left.

Now that he's in charge, it's easy to know the outcome.

But when I took out the water mirror, I was afraid again.

"What if she's just a mediocre reaction."

For him, it's better not to look at it.

Hope and entanglement tormented him, but in the end, reason prevailed over emotion.

He lowered his eyelashes and muttered, "No matter what the reaction is, I can't go back, can I?" ”

He had used up all the opportunities, and in the end he had indeed achieved the results he wanted at the beginning, and he should learn to be content.

"Cheng Jing."

But before he could get up and turn to leave, he heard a familiar call that halted his attempts to continue.

It was Ning Xiang's voice, which seemed to come from far away.

The moment he heard the voice, his whole soul felt as if it had been stripped of by someone, and he was quickly carried into one of the water mirrors.

When he came to his senses again, what appeared in front of him was the person he had been thinking about for a long time.

It's just that his state when facing her has changed.

His body became lighter, and when he looked at his body with the naked eye, he found that they were all translucent.

Ning Xiang, on the other hand, was pale, and a lot of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But when she saw him appear, she had a sincere smile on her face.

Cheng Jing: Hey