In fact, Ning Que saw the Lord very few times, all in Chang'an City, and now that he thinks about it, every time he meets, it seems to be accompanied by wind and snow, extremely cold, from the outside to the inside.

In the past, the Tsing Yi of the viewer was not stained with dust, and there was no snow and frost, and he was like a fairy, but at this time, the viewer was covered with wind and dust, his face was full of wind and frost, and he was a little tired, and he was an ordinary person.

He has been looking for Sangsang in the world for many days, in many places, with the Distanceless Realm for thousands of miles, the consumption is extremely great, and he is still one step slower - the natal connection between Ning Que and Sangsang is better than the strongest in the world.

He looked at the other side of the cold pool, at the old grass that was dry and yellow under the snow, without any expression on his face, and his mood did not rise in any way, because there was nothing there.

But he always felt that there was something there, just like the feeling he felt when he passed by the cold snow sea desolate tribe and looked at the small wooden house in the past days, so he didn't leave.

The mountains abandoned by Haotian became colder and colder in the wind and snow, and the viewer stood quietly by the pool, but his expression became more and more calm, as if there was invisible clear water flowing through, washing away all the dust, and the wind and frost on his face became lighter and lighter, until he finally disappeared without a trace, and the snow chips on Tsing Yi also melted and disappeared.

A quiet and pure breath emanated from his body, came to his feet, melted the snow, turned the old grass, spread to the pool, melted the ice, rippled, and gradually gave birth to spring.

The spring breeze greened the shore of the cold pool, and it was on the opposite bank in an instant.

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, his fingers lightly on the ground, like a trickle of life, injected into the earth, the spring outside and the spring inside blended together, and it was difficult to distinguish each other.

Without each other, there are no boundaries and cannot be seen.

When twilight came, the viewer left the pond, leaving behind the remnants of a spatial passage that disappeared without a trace.

Ning Que confirmed that he didn't find Sang Sang and himself, his mood was slightly relaxed, but there was no joy on his face, because this was only a temporary thing, and no one knew how long this situation could last.

"Can you go now?"

He looked at Helan City, which was majestic in the mountains in the distance, and asked.

Sangsang was silent.

Ning Que understood what she meant, it was possible that the Guan Lord had gone to the South China Sea at this time, or she might be looking at the earth at the top of the snow peak, if she opened her own world, it would be easy for him to find out.

The abacus rested on her lap, and she could no longer calculate the position of the viewer.

The fact that she was getting weaker and weaker, or rather, more and more like an ordinary woman, silenced her, made her helpless, and made her angrier.

She grabbed Ning Que's hand and bit it fiercely, like a stimulated female beast.

Ning Que looked at the blood spilling from the corner of her lips, it hurt, but she didn't exhale the pain, her eyes were full of doting and sympathy.

When night came, the wind and snow in the mountains suddenly stopped, and the wind came from the sea in the southeast, blowing the thick clouds in the sky into a large gap, hundreds of stars appeared in front of them, and there was a moon at the same time.

Ning Que hugged Sangsang, leaning on the soft and warm animal skin, looking at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky in a daze.

Sangsang said: "I want to do it*. ”

Ning Que was slightly stunned, looked down at the calm expression on her face, and realized that she was not telling a joke. Of course, if she was really telling a joke, it would be too funny.

He said, "If you think about anything, go to bed first." ”

Sangsang said, "I want to sleep with you. ”

Ning Que was stunned and said, "Sleepy?"

Sangsang said: "I want to sleep with you. ”

Her feelings are very calm, even a little indifferent, not so serious, but extraordinarily serious.

Ning Que hugged her, sniffed her smell, and kissed her face.

After a while.

He suddenly said, "Can you not look at it?"

Sangsang looked at a certain place, his eyes did not blink, and said, "Why?"

Ning Que said: "What is this? People are doing it, and the sky is watching?"

Sang Sang glanced up at him and said, "That's interesting. ”

"Funny you're big. ”

"That's not interesting. ”

"Well, I say...... Even if you have to see it, can you bring some love?"

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When he woke up in the morning, Ning Que's love was not very good, because he always felt that Sangsang's love was a little weird, as if he was saying goodbye to himself - she had just reunited, was she going to run away again?

After thinking about it, he always felt that something was wrong, and his expression gradually became solemn, looking at the grass opposite the cold pond that was born yesterday and was frozen by the cold wind overnight, and was extremely vigilant.

What happened next gave another possible answer, but it didn't make him feel a little lighter, but his mood was even heavier, because Sangsang seemed to be about to give birth.

He has experience in many things, but in this matter, he has no experience, Sang Sang used to know everything and be omnipotent, but he can't do anything about this matter.

There was silence in the cabin. Sang Sang held his bulging abdomen, feeling the movement coming from inside, his thin eyebrows were extremely tight, his face was a little pale, and he hadn't started to have labor pains yet, but he was about to start.

It is very troublesome to have a child, and what is even more troublesome is that Sang Sang's mood has been greatly disturbed, and it is difficult to maintain his own world anymore, and there is a gossamer floating in the air outside the window, and Ning Que knows that it is a crack.

If this world is made smaller, or there is less material in this world, with the ability of Sangsang, it may be able to sustain itself for a longer period of time.

Ning Que looked at the space crack looming outside the window, understood why he woke up in the morning and felt that separation was close at hand, and after a moment of silence, he led the big black horse out of the wooden house.

There was no crisp cracking sound, only a slight cold wind in the face, and he returned to the real world, standing on the bank of the real cold pool, looking back, there was no road and no house.

He decided to get out of here, the farther away from Hantan as possible, the farther away from her as much as possible, he understood some of what Long Qing had said before that battle, it turned out that his search was not good for her.

However, just as he was about to leave, someone came.

The man returned to the edge of the pool.

"Where is she?"

The viewer looked at him and asked, his expression was calm, not impatient, not angry, as if everything was under control, just like aquatic plants in the water, the shadow of the pool in the pool, and the providence in his chest.

Ning Que didn't answer his question, drew out the iron knife, and slashed towards the opposite side of Hantan.

A single slash is thousands of cuts.

The blade broke through the air and turned into countless afterimages, each knife shadow was a stroke, two strokes, it was one word, and his iron knife instantly wrote thousands of words on the bank of the cold pool.

Thousands of "乂" characters.

His face was as pale as paper, and his mind in the sea was empty.

Countless extremely powerful talismans shrouded the cold pool.

At the feet of the viewer, there were a few strands of emerald green grass stretching out their waists, silently shattering into countless crumbs.

The cold trees on the side of the pond turned into countless fragments without a sound.

The world by the cold pool is a painting.

Ning Que cut the painting into countless pieces.

The viewer is the person in the painting, how can he be at ease?

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(This chapter is mainly "people are doing, the sky is watching" six words, there is a brother on Weibo who said: When you ask your girlfriend to do *, you will always think of a sentence: people are doing, and the sky is watching.) (wb@ Zach). After I saw it at the time, I thought of when Ning Que and Sang Sang did it, what was that? I used to write that heaven and man were at war, and heaven and man were one, but I always wanted her to see it, people were doing it, and the sky was watching, so cool...... Originally, it was a very long and careful description, but everyone knows the recent situation, so it is inevitable that there are some regrets that I will simplify it and retain its meaning, and I will always consider myself a local novelist. Many years ago, Fan Xian and Zhan Doudou wrote it very carefully, and I wanted to use other methods to work hard again, but it's a pity, these last chapters, you must be careful with your chapters, see you tomorrow. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe (this site), reward, your support is my biggest motivation. )