Zhao Xiang'er lowered her head, pursed her thin lips for a while, and said angrily: "I can go by myself, I don't need you...... Well, what do you do?"

Ning Changjiu squatted down, put his hand on her hand holding the sword, and then broke her fingers off the hilt of the sword one by one, Zhao Xiang'er was silent, and after a slight resistance, he snatched the sword and inserted it back into the umbrella sheath.

Zhao Xiang'er combed her long hair again, and her other hand was always tightly pinching the torn clothes on her chest, but the strong suit was already ironing her body, but it was even more stretched out after it was broken at the moment, and Zhao Xiang'er was already out of strength, and it was very difficult to cover it at the moment.

She bit her lower lip, her faint eyes flashed with a little water, she didn't have any extra spiritual power to dissolve the palm marks on her face, and the hot pain in her left cheek was still like a needle, which greatly stung her dignity, not to mention that there was a man in front of her who didn't know what to do, and he dared to look at his most embarrassed appearance so closely.

Her cheeks were a little hot, and the great sorrow between her bones pressed against her body, as if it were glued to the ground, and she couldn't move.

In the dark, the sound of the accelerating heartbeat is getting clearer and clearer, and her body at this moment is also a little delicate, shaking irrepressibly, and the emotions in her heart are flowing with the blood hot, spreading to all corners, she thinks that this emotion is annoyance, thinking that if it weren't for this dead Taoist priest to have some kindness to him, when he is injured, he must cut off his hands and feet, and gouge out his eyes.

Ning Changjiu didn't know what she was thinking, but he saw her biting her lower lip, her long eyelashes kept trembling, her cheeks were redder, and the fingers pinching her clothes were pale and trembling, as if she couldn't support it at any time.

Ning Jiu didn't wait for that embarrassing scene to happen, he turned his back and said softly, "Come up." ”

There was no response behind him, and after a while, Ning Changjiu suddenly sensed that something had hit his back, he turned his head slightly, but saw that Zhao Xiang'er's body had fallen over, half leaning on his back, her eyes were closed, her slender eyelashes were still trembling slightly, one hand had fallen weakly, and one hand was still instinctively grasping the placket.

She finally lost her spirit and fainted.

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, rubbed her hand that was clenching her front placket, then turned her back, folded her arms at the sides of her neck, leaned forward between her feet, lifted her back, and then held the tight and slender leg with both hands, letting it wrap around her waist.

Ning Chang hugged her arm in front of her, and leaned a little more, so that she was not easy to slip off, at this moment the bodies of the two were close together, the original soft curves were squeezed without ups and downs, and the soft, somewhat strange touch was keenly captured by the senses, silently hidden in the depths of consciousness, and a faint fragrance was quickly suppressed by the strong bloody air, and the shortness seemed to be just an illusion.

Ning Changjiu carried her to Ning Xiaoling's side.

The junior sister who was in a coma couldn't make any protests, so Ning Changjiu bent down, grabbed her waist with her right hand, and hugged her ungracefully.

In this way, he dragged his family into the deeper night.

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Riverside City, which was originally sparsely populated, was even more cold and silent at the moment.

Ning Changjiu walked to the door of the house and knocked on the door called the "Judge's Mansion" at the moment, but no one responded, Ning Changjiu pushed the door directly and entered.

Ning Baoshui held the judge's pen, stood under the eaves at the junction of the house and the courtyard, looked at him nervously, and said the draft that had been brewing for a long time:

"You stop first! I bought you out of the way when you worked in that earthen embryo room, and now you have learned a sword technique, and the fate of this is also related to me. Now that the city is in danger, you and I always have some master-apprentice friendship, and the white lady is gone, and I am willing to help you collect the fragments of authority, so that the slut can no longer piece together a complete force. Ning Changchang, a momentary impulse can't achieve much of a career, where is the eternal enemy in this world?"

Ning listened to him quietly for a long time, and then pulled out the umbrella sword on Zhao Xiang'er's back, and the sword passed through his eyes.

Ning Changjiu carried the two girls on his back and continued to walk forward, he walked past Ning Baoshui's side, crossed the threshold, and walked into the snow in the courtyard.

The moment the kingdom of God collapsed and the authority of the Immortal Monarch was shattered, the law of immortality of the undead and the personality of the judge were also annihilated.

"You'll regret it......" Ning Baoshui turned his head with difficulty, looked at the silent back, and said, "All your current death and survival are just overdrawing your fate, you ...... You can't escape. ”

His voice was suppressed and unwilling, and every word sounded like a curse that was vicious to the marrow.

The soul that had been slashed before was now dissipating at an irresistible speed, and his last words echoed in the courtyard like a prophecy.

"The first time I saw you, I knew that you were alone, even if you survived this time...... But you wait, it won't be long, no! it won't take a year, and you're going to lose everything, nothing......"

The shadow of Ning Zhushui's soul dissipated, and the judge's pen fell to the ground with a click, the ink on it had long since dried up, and the soft bristles were tightly glued together, without the slightest spirituality.

Ning was indifferent for a long time.

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In the room, Ning Changjiu pulled several chairs together, tied the legs of the chairs with ropes, and then smoothly cut off the back of the chair and connected it into a simple couch, allowing Ning Xiaoling, who was slightly injured, to lie down.

Then he came to the side of the bed and let go of the hands around his neck, but in a coma, Zhao Xiang'er's instinct seemed to be extremely nervous and sharp. Her arms were a little stiff, and her legs were still tightly wrapped around his body, refusing to let go at all.

Ning Chang rubbed a few acupuncture points on her arms, so that her body slowly relaxed, and then parted her legs that were hooped around her body, and untied her from her back, and the girl and he were both half covered in blood, and the blood stains on the clothes were stuck together under the long-term clinging, he carefully tore apart the blood stuck between his clothes, and his fingers peeled it off little by little, before Zhao Xiang'er was loosened from her back, the girl snorted twice, but did not wake up.

Ning Changjiu held her back with one hand, grabbed the crook of her leg with the other, and gently laid her on the bed, he watched calmly for a while, and in his weak breathing, Zhao Xiang'er's chest was still evenly moved, just like the cold wave of snow and ice floe rising and falling in the soft sea breeze

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After confirming that she was only in a coma caused by the damage of her congenital spirit and the depletion of her spiritual power, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and gently covered her with a quilt.

Then he came to Ning Xiaoling's side, opened her eyelids and looked at them for a while, and then measured a few key pulse points, and his brows gradually furrowed and slowly expanded.

Ning Xiaoling's injuries were relatively minor on the surface.

In the past two months, although her swordsmanship has improved very quickly after entering the peak, she has not yet had time to hammer and forge her physique, before they were knocked down by Madame Bai and smashed to the ground from Jiuyu, and the most damaged body was Ning Xiaoling, at this moment there are still large pools of blood on her back, but she is a cultivator, although the external injury is serious, she can't hurt her life, but for a long time, she should not be able to hold the sword.

Ning Chang held his head, and his head was a little faint.

In fact, his injuries should have been heavier than all of them, but for some reason, there was a nameless force in his body that supported him, causing him to get up in the pit twice, draw his sword and leap towards Madame Bai, and suddenly open his eyes after he was in a coma.

Looking back now, the height that Madame Bai had risen by grabbing Zhao Xiang'er's hair before was the distance that could only be jumped to at least the longevity realm.

He didn't know how to describe the feeling.

He felt like a giant egg, something was about to break out of it, and at this moment, the eggshell was cracked, and it just needed some critical strength to really shatter it.

When he came to River City on the first day, he had a vague feeling in his heart, it was a clear sense of oppression, but it inspired something deep in his body.

So he stayed in the city, waiting for that moment to come.

And at this moment, the feeling was more like a sense of depression, and he wanted to smash his fist in the chest, shattering everything in his chest.

As soon as this thought appeared, he hurriedly meditated and meditated to get rid of the distracting thoughts.

Now that the city is almost dead, and many ghosts have gathered into resentful spirits, he must not let go of his heartstrings and give them a chance to take advantage of the situation.

After a little breathing, he stabilized Ning Xiaoling's injury, and found that her hands were very cold, so he went to the next room and brought a quilt to wrap her in bloated.

The temperature slowly returned to her body, and Ning Xiaoling's slightly wrinkled little face gradually loosened a little, and Ning Changjiu realized that at some point, her cheeks had lost a lot of weight, and they were not as round and cute as before.

He moved the last surviving chair and sat down next to Zhao Xiang'er's bed.

Zhao Xiang'er's messy hair was draped on the pillow like seaweed, her left cheek was red and swollen, and the slap print was still faintly emerging, and she had not had time to fade the color.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand, gently brushed away the hair sticking to her cheeks, and covered the red and swollen cheeks, his palms were as cool as thin ice, and the spiritual power penetrated through the palms, slowly eliminating the swelling and scars, and when he let go of his hand, her cheeks had almost recovered, but they were still slightly red, like a faint drunkenness.

Ning Changjiu tucked the quilt for her, his movements froze for a while, and he seemed to be struggling with something in his mind, and finally restrained a certain thought in his heart, let go of his hand, and sat outside the house with a chair.

At night, the ink splashes the sky,

He leaned back in the wooden chair, without the strength and energy to change into the bloody clothes, and only sat outside alone with a heavy bloody aura, looking at the dark sky.

There were no stars in the sky, and the light of the red moon dimmed considerably, as if he was the only one in the world waiting for a dawn that would never come.

He sat quietly, thinking about many things, and the last image in his mind was the scene of Madame Bai turning around and walking into the night.

He always had concerns.

He knew that Madame Bai would not be able to recover in a short time, but in his memory, there was a hidden green sand jar beside Madame Bai, what was that green sand jar?

This faint worry was like a fog, and his thoughts fell little by little.

As he was about to fall into a dream, there was a noise in the room.

The chairs collapsed, Ning Xiaoling woke up, she moved her body, and then rolled to the ground with a bone, Ning Xiaoling snorted in pain, didn't understand what was going on, she felt like she was wrapped in a cocoon, just like when the heart demon tribulated, but this cocoon was more comfortable, soft and soft, she couldn't help but roll subconsciously.

Ning Chang was awakened by the movement, turned around, and saw the quilt rolled like a flower roll on the ground in the room, rolling back and forth several times before suddenly no movement.

Ning Chang was worried, so he had to drag his sleepiness and tiredness to get up and go to investigate Ning Xiaoling's situation, this time Ning Xiaoling's breathing was more stable and soft, it seemed that he just rolled too much, turned himself unconscious, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Ning Chang sighed, thinking about the way she was turning around, he also felt that the world was spinning, his brain was dizzy, and at the end of his consciousness, he turned around and closed the door, and then his spirit sank and fell to Ning Xiaoling's side.

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In the snow alley, the bone armor on Madame Bai's body had faded, and a large number of sword marks had cut through the skin, which had not healed for a long time, lining the originally extremely beautiful body terrifyingly.

After she walked into an alley, she fell to her knees.

If the girl with the double sword could slash the last sword again, she might be truly killed in front of the formation, and then fall into the yellow spring, her ashes burned.

She didn't dare to think about that ending.

Not long ago, five magnificent pillars of God rose up in front of them, like colorful glass, and the flowing light on them was as beautiful as all the myths that the world longed for, and the new kingdom of God opened up its most magnificent corner in the near-perfect mythological logic.

It's just that all of this has come to naught at this moment.

How can a ruined long-lived situation support her heart for many years of grand planning?

She raised her hand and grabbed the green sand jar from the void on her shoulder, she grabbed the edge of the green sand jar, crawled a few steps, crushed the snow on the ground, and then leaned herself against the wall, holding the green sand jar tightly in her arms.

After a long time, she woke up from a dream a few times, her tense arms loosened a little, she did not dare to look at the ugly sword marks on her chest that cut into the bone marrow, but stared at the jar, and at last she seemed to be relieved, and held the jar in her hand like a jar of wine, the rough edge pressed against her lips, her head tilted back, and she drank it all.

There is not much secret in this green sand jar.

What was contained in it was a jar of river water when she was cooking herself, and she kept this by her side in the hope that she would always remember the pain of that day, and that this suffering could be like a wine that became purer and purer until the day the kingdom of God was completed.

It's just that now the celebratory wine has become so depressing.

Naturally, there was a lot of spirituality in the water, but these were not enough to make up for her injuries.

"Sister White......

On the corner of the street, a figure suddenly appeared.

Madame Bai raised her head, looked at the figure that suddenly appeared at the mouth of the alley, and narrowed her eyes in surprise.

Shubai Shen stepped into the snow with one shallow foot, slowly came to her side, and then squatted down and knelt in front of her.

Madame Bai sneered: "What am I doing on my knees? I've been using you all along, you don't have to be sentimental." ”

Shubai lowered his head and said stubbornly: "In those years, Sister Bai was very good to me, I always remember. ”

Madame Bai said, "What do you know about good and bad?"

Shubai pursed his lips and did not reply, his hand sunk into the snow, and he squeezed a ball of snow tightly, melting it little by little.

It's bone-chilling.

Madame Bai asked, "How did you get here?"

In her memory, when the long bridge broke, he was on the other side.

Shubai replied truthfully, "I came from that river." ”

Madame Bai was surprised, looked at him for a while, and said in a much softer voice, "Do you know where you come from now?"

Shubai nodded: "Got it." ”

Madam Bai snorted and said, "But you don't have to feel that you are attached to whom, from now on, no one can control you, the kingdom of God has collapsed, but only as a dead city, you are still complete, and as the lord of the Yama Palace, you have been the least affected, this is your blessing." ”

Shubai raised his head, looked at Madame Bai, and said seriously, "I don't care about this. ”

Madame Bai asked, "Then what do you care about?"

Shubai said softly, "Sister Bai...... You come with me, let's go out of the city together, to a place where there is no one in the southern wilderness, okay, I will protect you. ”

Madame Bai chuckled and said, "Fool, you are now the hall master here, and you can't get out at all." ”

The light in the white eyes of the tree was much darker.

Madame Bai smiled self-deprecatingly again, and said, "What's more, how can I get out, you can also see, there are still many people in this city who want to kill me, and when they regain their strength, I ...... You can't escape. ”

Shubai closed his eyes and didn't answer, his body trembling, as if he was struggling with something.

Madame Bai looked at him, and there was a slight charm in her calm tone: "Why don't you go and kill them now, when the time comes, there will be no worries, I can slowly find a way to help you get rid of the shackles of this city, and then we will leave together and go to Nanzhou, Middle Earth, and the West Kingdom...... Or those legendary desperate situations, we can take our time to see...... Now that there is no one in this city who is your opponent, it will be too late. ”

Shubai lowered his head, the snow in his hand gradually melted into water, he never answered, but his arms stuck in the snow kept shaking.

Mrs. Bai thought that he was struggling with something, and wanted to persuade a few more words, but saw Shubai raise his head, his face was wrinkled, and something in his eyes rolled down all of a sudden, and his face was full of tears in an instant.

He stared at Madame Bai's somewhat blurred face in his vision, and choked up, "Sister Bai, how long are you going to lie to me?"

Madame Bai looked at the great sadness on his face, and the words that swirled on her lips gently blew away in the snow alley.

Only then did she remember that five years had passed, and Shubai had grown up a lot, and after all this today, he was no longer the little boy who obeyed his orders.

After living for so many years, not to mention being dragged to this situation by a few teenage children, and now he can't even deceive the children he brought up, how ridiculous.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, crossed her arms to hide the most ugly sword wounds, and her long hair hung down like a dark coffin.

Shubai stretched out his arm and wiped away the tears on his face, he raised his head, looked at Madam Bai seriously, and said, "Master told me that boiling soup with white spirit bones can lead to immortality, Sister Bai, you have helped me so much in the past, and now ...... I want to repay you, I can give you eternal life! As long as you promise me, after you live, you won't kill people indiscriminately......"

Madame Bai's eyes moved slightly, the greed in her heart surged up like evil fire, she stared at Shubai, thinking about his words, her expression was a little hot. It's just that it didn't take long for her to sneer, the light in her eyes went out, and she leaned against the wall without love, and she didn't know whether she couldn't or didn't want to Shubai's proposal, but she said lightly: "How many catties and taels are your bones, what kind of soup can you boil?"

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When Ning Changjiu woke up, he found himself sleeping on the bed, with a cold thing around his neck, he touched it and immediately withdrew his hand.

It was a sword.

In the dark, Zhao Xiang, who had changed into a loose white dress, sat on the edge of the bed like a ghost, the sword in his hand was against his neck, and his cold face didn't know if he was pretending to be fierce, in short, it looked a little scary.

Ning Changjiu pinched the blade of the sword with his fingers, pushed it to the side, and said, "Your Highness, what is this doing? ”

Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly, the hand holding the sword did not move at all, and said: "Be honest, ask you a few questions, answer truthfully, if you dare to flamboyate your tongue again, you will inevitably suffer from your flesh and skin!"

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(There is only one chapter today...... It's a pretty big 0.0 though)