Ning has long since left.
Liu Xi Wan stood in place, forehead hair messy, a bit of sweetness in the center of the eyebrow through the peach blossom-like halo, with the scarlet cheeks, even like falling into the wind.
Liu Xi Wan quietly reached out her hand, wanting to rub down behind her, but only once she touched it, she retracted it like an electric shock, her cheeks reddened a little more, her body tensed up, her teeth pressed against her lips and rubbed hard, several times wanting to bite out blood. She took two steps back, reaching out to hold on to the wall, not knowing what to think, her slender legs trembled, difficult to stand firm.
Ning Changjiu, the villain himself, was even caught by him.
The spiritual power quickly dissipated the pain, but the phantom pain was like an arrow that kept skimming against the lake of the heart, the feather of the arrow vibrating and separating a shadow of shame.
After a long time, she turned back aroun
The conversation between the two was interrupted by a knock on the door. Ning Nagisa also subconsciously opened his eyes, and he glanced at Liu Xiwan. And the young girl was staring blankly ahead, her body suddenly tensed and winced, her original eloquent demeanor froze for a moment, her eyes widened, her small mouth slightly open, her atmosphere not daring to gasp. The knock was short. Ryu Xi Wan's breathing slowly slowed. She slowly turned her head and looked at the door. The line of the doorway turned black - there was someone standing there. Knock knock. The knocking sounded again, rhythmic, each sound stuck at the node of the young girl's heartbeat, held with precision. Ning long guessed what was going on, and a smile floated across his pale face, "Miss Liu, a guest is here, I have trouble moving, so go open the door and entertain him." Liu Xi Wan, who had so far held on to her luck, settled down and asked tentativ
In winter, the snow is unrelenting. Spring is still far away, miles of mountains are covered with snow, and in the cold winter season, all the rocks that should be jagged are poured into snow-white jade. In the Bugle Tower, Ning long sat alone in white, and then enjoyed such a view every day. The Middle Kingdom was vast and vast, even the eighty-one countries closest to the Heavenly List took seven days to reach by imperial sword. A little girl who had played chess with himself in the Hai Guo Banquet that day was said to be from there. He didn't intend to sit in the building for too long; in a month's time, he would return to the Ancient Spirit Sect and go with Simian to check and fill in the gaps for the Underworld Monarch's authority. And for most of these snowy days, he was attending to Ryu Junzhuo's sword. This was the sword of the second disciple of the Sword Pavilion, a sword that ranked in the top five in the entire Middle Earth
Black birds of prey swept over the mountains, and the peaks were like a screen, black and white, as if they were a black sea floating with white foam, curling and tumbling backward in waves. I have not seen a city or a country for 10,000 miles. The Black Sparrow hovered over the Sky Ranking's complex for a while, like a flying eagle. The evil in the Heavenly Ranking opened his eyes and his gaze was cast on the finch in the air, he took one look and then withdrew his gaze, shaking his head gently, "The daughter of the stolen country." Ning stood long enough to look at the sky from the Bugle Tower; he couldn't look at the black spots in the sky, and he didn't realize that all of his black spots had been looked at by Zhao Xiang'er. Not knowing that the day of reunion was almost linked to the 'date of death', he even missed Zhao Xiang'er from time to time, thinking that a long goodbye was better than a new marriage, and even brainstormed some arro
The golden light in the lake faded as the Golden Crow broke the surface of the water. The silt rose from the bottom of the lake in great quantities, and the fishy odor permeated the cold wind like a knife. Ning long time seems to come from the abyss between, his clothes on the water stains steam dry, if there is a white mist is still lingering between the sleeves, his black hair scattered, golden pupils reflecting the shadow of the White Crane True Lord. The old man in the floating body of the white feather frowned and stared at him indifferently. He had no fear in his heart. This young man's realm catty he has already figured out, the rest is just the other side of the dying struggle. But the moment these golden eyes stared at him, a crane cry resounded steeply above the lake of his heart. The cranes cried out in sorrow and blood, with a deep fear, just like a mortal son who saw the king on high. The White Crane True Lord's he
The body of the White Crane True Lord lay on the ground, blood gushing out from the broken neck, emitting a thick, fresh, fishy odor that dyed the teenager's eyes crimson. Ning kept his head down for a long time, like a dried-up leather ball, his knees pressed helplessly against his broken neck, his tattered shirts stained with blood and shivering in the cold wind that sped through the canyon. The sword on which he was leaning easily pierced through the rock, sinking into the tip of the small half of the blade. Ning held this pose for a long time, like a bloody statue of killing. The golden light in his pupils had been extinguished, but his injuries did not fail to improve, the originally suppressed aura turbulence instead erupted, tearing his muscles, breaking open his skin, and gushing out non-stop, instantly pouring him into a bloody man. The two walls of the mountain peaks were stained with sword marks, so clean that there wasn't a trace of snow,
The shadow of the long rainbow sword hangs high above the clouds and cannot be seen on earth by tilting one's head. Ning had been long as he had been when he arrived, eating and sleeping in the wind, wearing stars and moonlight, but the sword under his foot was long and loud, excited about this long flight after a long time. Ning long since the sword on a bird's eye view, wilderness, forests, cities one by one swept the shadow and passed, such as a dragon undulating mountains, the earthly terroir-like migration changes, three days later, a string of more familiar towns fell into the line of sight. This Zhenning has not been here for a long time, but only hastily skimmed over the back and forth between Luoshu Lou and the Ancient Spirit Sect earlier. His spiritual energy was gradually exhausted, and a strange stirring suddenly arose in his heart, after hesitating for a moment, he folded his sword and flew back towards that town. The rainbow awni
Ning Xiaoling had originally been sitting on the ground, looking at the ferocious Sister Simian, her nine tails trembling and nearly raising their paws in surrender. Fortunately, Ning came quickly. Ning Xiaoling immediately swept away the fear in his heart and stood tall and majestic, his long tail wagging around as he smiled and looked at Siwu with amusement. Before Sifu could get angry, the door behind him opened, and a young man in a green shirt pushed his way in. The black god-robed Sifu slowly turned back, his cold and icy eyes looking towards the teenager who had turned his eyes away for three months. When he left, it was still the season of winter snow, but now it's spring. "Long time no see." Ning smiled longingly and greeted Siwei. "Uh-huh," Szell responded coldly. If she hadn't glanced at Lu Shuangdao, Lu Shuangdao's eyes also contained a gentle smile, her smile was obviously warmer and softer than the spring
The darkness of the night is boundless water, the spreading dawn draws it dry little by little, the light comes straight from far away, the starbursts are diluted, the regular tiles are lit up. When you look into the light, you can see the prisms of the trees that cling to the peaks of the mountains, which are black and undulating as they draw a distinct line with the sky. At dawn, when the world first awakens, the earth is half bathed in light and half drenched in shadow. Ning long walked over to the window, draped in white, and looked out. The moon in the sky had faded, leaving only a vague, blurry shadow. Lu married married open sleepy eyes, looking at the back of the teenager, suddenly have a sense of loneliness. She used the brocade quilt to cover her breasts, the curve of her back was traced politely, and her collarbone was elongated under the thin, fragrant shoulders that supported her hair. She looked at the teenager's figure, did not