Nightfall Chapter 111: The spear on the chest stunned the cicadas.

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven The spear on the chest shocked the cicadas

The world disappeared and Ning Que woke up.

He looked at the corpse of the ant very close in front of him, scattered a pile of green leaf boulders, and got up with difficulty after a moment of loss of consciousness. He didn't know how long he was in a coma, maybe very long or very short, but he knew that lying in the middle of the street was a very dangerous thing, listening to the faint sound of bamboo flutes and horseshoes in the distance, he bit his lip severely Forcibly boosted his spirit, he ran into a side alley with his exhausted body.

The **** water left on the bluestone street has disappeared without a trace. It is as clean as it has been washed dozens of times by rain and dried by the warmth of spring. He did not notice the blood stains on his body and did not know where it went. It was as clean as a barrel bath that had just been in the middle of the night in a red sleeve trick.

What happened when he was in a coma before, there is only a vague impression in his mind at this time, and he has no memory of the magical battle between the painted Suzaku at the end of the long street and the **** umbrella behind him.

Walking into the side alley, he quickly took off the jacket full of sword mouths on his body. Only then did he notice that there was no trace of blood on the jacket. He was slightly startled and looked down at his body with difficulty, confirming There was really no blood stains, and very strong doubts arose in my heart. It was just that the situation was urgent at this time and the government had been alarmed. He couldn't think about it, so he tore off a piece of cloth and hung it on a branch, then threw his shirt into a house behind the wall.

The pain in his chest is still extremely painful, the invisible spear from the sky seems to be stuck in his chest, every step he takes will make his face pale, even the weakest tremor makes him feel himself The torn hole in his heart is bigger.

He stretched out his trembling palms and put up a short wall, leaped into his waist and abdomen forcefully, and quietly passed by a resident who was still asleep in the morning and cool, and took a blue shirt from the bamboo pole. Quickly put it on.

He had an excellent gold sore medicine, but while he was putting on his clothes, he hurriedly checked and was surprised to find that the **** openings on the surface of his body that had been cut by flying swords had healed at some point. It wasn't a real injury, it looked more like someone was forcibly scorched with fire, but the bleeding was stopped, but the injury remained.

Through the last night, Ning Que walked silently and hard through the streets and alleys of Chang'an East City. From time to time, he stepped sideways into the tree and climbed to the top of the eaves, avoiding those horseshoes that were getting closer and Sharp bamboo flute.

When he finally managed to approach Lin 47 Lane, he found that he could not go back to Lao Bi Zhai to heal his injuries, because the bureaucrats in Chang'an Mansion holding the iron ruler and rope had begun to knock on the door from street to street.

Frowning at the paving doors that were knocked open, Ning Que raised his hand to cover his mouth, forcibly suppressed the strong urge to cough, stepped back into the shadow of the alleyway, and panted quickly against the wall. Two beeps.

An ordinary carriage appeared at the alley, with the logo of the college printed on the cowl.

Ning Que hid in the darkness, staring at the carriage that took him to the academy every day, listening carefully to the opening of the pavilion that came from time to time in the alley, silently calculating the time in his heart.

His tired right foot slammed against the wall, and his weak body burst out his last strength. He swept into the alley diagonally, opened the car door like lightning with his right hand, and got in.

Yu Guangli, who was asking the owner of the old antique shop in the alley, what he saw vaguely, turned his head in amazement, but saw that the alley was empty, only a carriage parked there quietly.

"Why is there a carriage parked here so early?" The Ya Ya frowned and muttered to himself, preparing to go and take a look.

The antique shop owner in a single coat yawned, glanced at the carriage in the alley, and explained casually: "That's the carriage that took Boss Xiao Ning to the college. It's here every day. Waiting."

Hearing the word academy, the yaman stopped, laughed at himself, turned his head and looked at the antique shop owner and said with emotion: "It's really rare that someone on this street can get into the academy."

In the carriage, Ning Que watched the conversation between the servant and the owner of the antique shop at the stone steps. After confirming that there was no problem, he lowered the curtain of the car, tapped on the window lattice, and said in a tired voice: "Old man, you can go."

The old coachman was taken aback, turned his head and looked at Ning Que behind the curtain, and said in surprise, "Boss Ning? When did you get in the car? Why don't I know? You got up really early today. "

"I didn't warm up the lesson plan of the children's etiquette department yesterday. I rushed to the college to take another look." Ning Que explained softly, then his complexion changed slightly, and he coughed violently, lowered his body and hurriedly covered it with his sleeve. Own mouth.

Listening to the suppressed but heart-piercing cough in the carriage, the coachman asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

Ning Que responded: "It was too hot last night. I ate two bowls of ice and flushed a few buckets of well water. It's probably a cold."

The coachman turned around, held the rein in one hand and waved the whip in one hand, and said with a smile: "The hot cold is the most troublesome, but you are young and prosperous. After returning to the shop, drink some herbal tea soup and you will be fine." /

Listening to the word "Huowang", Ning Que felt a sense of palpitation in his heart. He was slightly startled, looked down at his sleeve, and found that it was stained with two smears of blood he had coughed up, and then gently moved his sleeve. The horn was clenched in his hand.

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Chang'an Nancheng is a clear and noble place, and the small lakeside building is a pure and noble residence. Those who are eligible to live in this place are rich or noble. Although tea master Yan Suqing is not allowed in the court, he is in the upper class of celebrities. There is still a bit of fame in the circle. The previous deadly battle in Linhu Xiaozhuli had already alarmed other residents by the lake. When it was discovered that the head of the tea master Yan Suqing had been cut off, the Chang'an Mansion and even the Yulin Army immediately began serious investigation work.

At this moment, the gate of the city was just opened, and it was a good time to block the murderers in the city. The Chang'an government officials made inquiries and visits, and the Yulin Army deployed defenses on the streets, and the inspections at the gates were extremely strict.

But no matter how rigorous the inspection is, there are still differences in the end. At least for the carriage carrying the college logo and responsible for sending students to the college, the serious-looking Chengmen Army just asked a few words at random, and then opened it. The curtain took a look, then waved to let go.

Ning Que lifted the curtains and looked at the city gate, thinking that if it weren't for the blood on his body and somehow annihilated, today's level would be really difficult. At this moment, he didn't know that the blood on Suzaku Street had been completely evaporated and purified without leaving any traces, otherwise the cavalry of the Yulin Army would have escaped the blood to catch up with the exhausted and injured him.

The horseshoe replied, the wheels and wheels, the first morning light fell on Chang'an City, shining on the boy’s innocent cheeks, making his pale face paler, he couldn’t help squinting his eyes, thinking of the world. The black sun, remembering the many puzzles that had happened to him tonight, shook his head subconsciously, and then hid the knife under the car.

The carriage walked to the academy, Ning Que walked slowly and calmly into the academy. The stone road with flowers and herbs in the past seemed so long today. Every step is so painful, and in order not to let people Seeing his injuries and the strangeness, no matter how intense the pain in his chest, he must endure, and he can't even move the eyebrows.

This kind of physical condition is absolutely impossible to attend class. Ning Que knows that if he insists on attending class, then he is very likely to spray a mouthful of blood in front of the teachers and classmates and then fall dead on the spot, so he went straight through the quiet side alley of the college , Facing the first few rays of morning light, walking slowly across the wetland, to the old front.

The old days and nights were open to students. It was too early. Ning Que pushed open the building on his own, and then held the wall with his right hand, making it extremely difficult to slowly climb upstairs, neither the teacher nor the four deacons were there.

When I arrived at the familiar second floor and looked at the densely packed books on the bookshelf, Ning Que was silent for a moment, and suddenly he had a strong impulse to read, because he had a very ominous omen in his life. This is the last time I have visited the building, and it will be the last time I have the opportunity to read these precious books.

After all, he still didn't take out the book from the bookshelf, and didn't have the energy to see if the guy named Chen Pipi left a message. He walked tiredly to the end of the bookshelf and sat down between the floor under the west window.

Should the female professor describe her hairpin lowercase later? How can she explain to her when she sees her appearance? Maybe I close my eyes and can't wake up again later, so why bother to explain?

Because of the excessive blood loss and the mysterious injuries and collisions within the body, Ning Que's thoughts were extremely confused, just like those catkins floating in the spring breeze, lightly and unable to focus on the direction.

He lowered his head and glanced at his chest, feeling the feeling of emptiness, feeling the unbearable tearing pain in the emptiness, and subconsciously raised his trembling right hand and slowly touched it.

He didn't touch the spear from the sky, nor did he touch blood, but Ning Que felt that his hands were full of sticky blood, and he was pretty sure that his chest was indeed poked by that spear. A big hole came out.

A big invisible hole.

Do you just die inexplicably like this? Ning Que thought painfully, and at the same time felt endless sleepiness in his mind. He felt that his eyelids had become as heavy as lead, and he kept trying to close.

He untied the **** umbrella behind him and gently lay beside him, then leaned wearily towards the back wall, slowly closed his eyes, let out a relaxed sigh, and relaxed his legs naturally.

It's like the drow ji sitting under a gray wall on a rainy day.

The sound of soft footsteps came from the building. The slender female professor slowly walked over and saw Ning Que who was sitting under the wall. Her eyebrows were slowly raised and her eyes fell on the young man. Put the **** umbrella on.

The female professor frowned slightly when she looked at the **** umbrella, and when she looked at Ning Que, there was a hint of interest and inquiry on her peaceful face: "It’s you, or this big one that makes Suzaku angry... Where's the black umbrella?"

She calmly looked at the dying teenager. For some reason, she didn't mean to help. She just sighed slightly, and said regretfully, "It's really curious to say, a pitiful person without any spiritual potential. Boy, why are there so many secrets hidden in my body that I can’t even see?"

"Limited by promises, I can't help you, otherwise I really want to see what you will look like when you survive." The female professor has clear eyebrows, showing a childish beauty that does not match her age. Ning Que, who was on the ground, said: "I will ask for leave for you. At the same time, I hope Haotian can give you luck and let you survive. If you can't survive this time, don't blame me, just blame you for showing up early. Two years."

After a while, she brought a bowl of water, two steamed buns, and put them beside him, then went back to the case by the east window and continued tracing the small letters of the hairpin flowers, as if she didn’t even know that there was something not far behind. A dying boy.

The morning light outside the window is gradually rising, and the cicadas and the summer heat gradually rise.