The sky was as dark as night, the wind and rain were like complaints, in the wind and rain, the black carriage kept dripping water, Ning Que was thoughtful, and then woke up instantly, got into the carriage, picked up the unconscious Sang Sang, stretched out his fingers and pinched her thin wrist, felt the pulse, slowly laid her flat on the futon, looked at her frowning brows, pale little face, his brows couldn't help frowning.

After making sure that the sunroof was tightly covered, he stepped out of the carriage and came to the wall of the carriage that he had broken with a punch earlier, and pulled the edge of the iron sheet with both hands, pulling it back to its original place with all his might, roughly restoring it to its original state, at least without worrying that raindrops would drift in from the hole and wet Sangsang's face.

The big black umbrella was in the puddle next to the car, trembling by the cold wind, he picked up the umbrella, walked to the black horse kneeling in the rain with his front hooves, knelt down on one knee, covered it with the umbrella, and then lowered his body and hugged its strong neck.

The big black horse's head was hit by Zimo's heavy punch, the bones were not broken, and the strong concussion it received made it feel very uncomfortable, and it kept gasping in pain, at this time it was held in Ning Que's arms, feeling the warmth of the master, it seemed to be a little better, and its breathing gradually calmed down.

Ning Que snorted lightly, put one arm around the black horse's neck, helped it stand up from the dirty rain, and then stroked it, and slowly walked to the Fire Lotus Temple, where the fire had been extinguished early, leaving only the scorched black ruins, and with the help of the remaining rain eaves, let it temporarily shelter from the rain, at least ensure that the temperature of the horse's body would not drop too much.

Then he disappeared into the wind and rain.

After a while, the autumn rain finally stopped, and the heavens and the earth returned to their clear appearance before dusk came.

Ning Que's figure appeared in front of the Red Lotus Temple, holding more than ten black iron arrows tightly in his right hand, the front end of the iron arrows was obviously a little deformed, and the rain was constantly dripping down at this time.

Yuan Thirteen Arrows is his most powerful, but also the most reliable and precious weapon, no matter when and where, he will not allow it to be separated, he has gone to look around Qingling before.

Looking at the obviously deformed iron arrows, he knew that if they were not carefully repaired. There should be no way to use these arrows anymore, thinking that he had shot all the iron arrows in the box before, and there was no way to kill Prince Longqing on the spot, his eyes showed a strong look of vigilance. *Very*

Although today's battle is to the end, Prince Longqing is still defeated. But Ning Que knew that this victory had little to do with himself, the guy who was destined to survive in the world with only one person with himself was indeed indescribably powerful now, if it wasn't for the fragment of consciousness left by Master Lotus Sheng in the end, then now he was only afraid that he would have died a long time ago, and he didn't even have a chance to be vigilant.

Finding a few pieces of meat that had been knocked over on the ground from the charred and broken temple, Ning Que walked up to the big black horse and gently persuaded it to reluctantly chew a piece. Then I put a blanket over it.

Opening the car door, he walked in, threw the heavy iron arrow into the corner of the carriage, suddenly felt that his teeth seemed to be stuffed with something, very uncomfortable, frowned and reached out to pick it out, and found that it was a shredded meat, which looked very fresh. But with a tenacity that cooked meat does not have.

This is raw meat.

This is raw human flesh.

This is the meat on Longqing's neck.

Ning Que had bitten on Long Qing's neck before, sucking a lot of blood, and in a trance, he naturally gnawed some flesh and stuffed it between his teeth.

Looking at the reddish flesh between his fingers, Ning Que frowned, and had an uncontrollable urge to nauseate, this was human flesh after all, and it was the flesh of Longqing, which he hated the most.

This nausea. Most of it is because of human instinct, and a large part of it, but it is Ning Que who destroys himself in his consciousness, because he doesn't want to have these things in his stomach.

However, at this moment, he saw Sang Sang, who was huddled in the futon like a child, was silent for a while, and suppressed the vomiting ** with strong willpower, but his face became a little pale.

Ning Que walked to Sang Sang and sat down, compacted the futon for her, and then took out a knife. He cut a bloody wound on his wrist and placed it on Sangsang's lips.

Whether it was the pain of the blade of the knife cutting his wrist deeply, almost cutting his muscles and bones, or the terrible feeling of withdrawal caused by the unconscious Sang Sang unconsciously starting to suck blood, it did not make the expression on his face change in the slightest, he just sat silently, looking at Sang Sang calmly and even with pity.

Sang Sang's body was extremely weak, and he was poisoned, and there was no strong sucking force in the coma, and after a while, the wound on Ning Que's wrist gradually condensed, and he raised his arm without hesitation, picked up the knife and cut it deeply again, and then put it to her lips again.

He had previously sucked Longqing's blood, and part of the powerful medicinal power of the Tongtian Pill contained in Longqing's flesh and blood had also entered his body, and he calculated very clearly that during the time of picking arrows, the medicinal power of the Tongtian Pill should have just entered his blood from the stomach, but it had not been completely absorbed by himself.

In other words, only then can his blood have a life-saving effect.

Confirming that Sang Sang had sucked enough blood, Ning Que removed his wrist, stepped out of the carriage, and walked towards the big black horse under the eaves of the ruined temple, and the last few drops of rain fell on his pale face, as if to be washed to transparency.

Walking in front of the big black horse, he took out the most precious yellow essence prepared by Senior Brother Eleven, and then watched him rub it on his wrist very roughly, and then put it in front of the big black horse's mouth.

That yellow essence originally contained extremely full medicinal power, except for the old cattle in the mountain behind the academy, the big white goose, the big black horse, and other bloody animals, no one could swallow it directly, even Ning Que after entering the demon, at this time, mixed with his blood with the smell of Tongtian pills, the taste of yellow essence became more and more pungent.

The big black horse raised his head tiredly, glanced at Ning Que, sniffled, smelled the blood on the yellow essence, and thought to himself who would want to eat such a bloody thing, it really didn't fit the taste of his academy.

It turned its head away in disgust.

Ning Que subconsciously raised his hand, like before, he wanted to beat it violently, and then looked at its pitiful but mentally proud appearance, but his heart was soft.

"Hurry up and eat it, it's good for the body. ”

He coaxed softly.

The big dark horse looked at him suspiciously, thinking to himself, how is this person different today than before?

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The big black horse ate the blood-stained yellow essence, and Sang Sang sucked half of the blood in his abdomen, all digesting the medicinal power inside.

Taking advantage of this time, Ning Que made a simple repair to the wheels of the carriage, and then looked at the wall of the carriage made of steel, silent, he didn't know how he could break through the wall of the carriage with one punch before, even if it was a real powerhouse of the Demon Sect, it was extremely difficult to do this.

In the end, he could only boil it down to the fact that this was an outbreak when a cultivator first entered the realm of knowing his destiny.

The holes in the car wall can be barely repaired, and the magical talisman engraved on the car wall by Master Yan Se is impossible to repair simply because of the fracture of those lines.

Sangsang and the black horse's injuries are gradually calming, but it is impossible to get better immediately, and they still need local treatment, and the current situation is that the car must be repaired, and the people must also be repaired, in this situation, it is naturally impossible to drive directly to the Rotten Ke Temple.

The twilight is approaching, and the Qingling sky after the rain is dim, but there is a fresh smell of life, which is the smell of the juice from the stubble of the broken grass, and perhaps the smell of mottled blood stains in the grass.

The hard wheels crushed the soft soil after the rain, and it seemed that it was about to sink into half a wheel, and without the strength of the wall runes, this carriage made of steel was unimaginably heavy.

It would take at least eight of the strongest horses to pull the wagon, which the big black horse used to be able to do when it was fully healthy, but now that it was wounded, where could it still have the strength.

Ning Que held the reins in his right hand and pulled the black carriage in his left hand, heading towards the bottom of the meadow.

Behind the reins is a tired big black horse.

In the black carriage lay Sangsang.

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(Well, less, please understand, what I can say is that I was going to Chengdu tomorrow, but in order to write more, I won't go, Xi'an will not go, I will go home on the 12th, and then I will get home, so let everyone be happy, I hope you will not be as depressed as I am today, I wish you all happiness, can lead the horse trailer.) (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )