Nightfall Chapter 85: Enchanted (ten)

The veiled feelings in the body did not cause Ning Que to pay too much attention. He even thought that the warmth came from Mo Shanshan behind him. He just quietly looked at the mottled sword marks between the blue stones on the roof, thinking The uncle Shi's unrestrained demeanor when he sprinkled his sword intent, thinking about his helplessness in waiting for death at this time, felt a little ashamed.

Desperate waiting for death is a sad thing. People in this situation are usually silent. At this time, Master Liansheng no longer speaks, Ning Que naturally has no interest in speaking, and the room in the Demon Temple becomes silent. one slice.

The absolutely quiet environment, as Master Liansheng had previously recalled with bitterness, the long duration was indeed terrifying. There was no wind and no flowers and plants. Ning Que even faintly heard the sound of expansion and contraction of his lungs. When it came to the sound of my hair rubbing, I felt it was amazing, but at the same time it felt terrifying.

If he hadn't been able to clearly feel Mo Shanshan's soft body, perhaps he would really think he had reached the underworld.

Mo Shanshan leaned weakly on his shoulder, haggard and asked: "Are we going to die?"

Ning Que said after a moment of silence, "It seems like this."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "Why can't you comfort me?"

Ning Que coughed twice in pain, and laughed at himself and said: "If you can die happy, it's actually a comfort."

Mo Shanshan understands what he means. If he was killed directly by Master Liansheng later, it would be great if he was eaten by Ye Hongyu, that would be the greatest fear in the world. .

As soon as I thought of this, the girl’s beautiful cheeks suddenly became extremely pale, her long, sparse eyelashes trembling slightly, and her thin lips pressed tightly into a red line. After a long silence, she looked at Ning Que because of a cough. And his brows were deeply frowned into the word "Chuan", his voice trembled and said: "In the palace I said I like your word."

Ning Que didn’t know why the bookworm would bring up this matter at this time. After a slight daze, he comforted and said with a smile: “I know that I’m good at handwriting. If you want to see me go out and write a few thousand words for you to see ."

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said: "I also said that I like your dark horse."

Ning Que was stunned, and said with a wry smile: "That stubborn guy is really reluctant to give it away."

"I don't want a **** horse." Mo Shanshan bit his lower lip lightly, as if made up his mind, and said softly: "I do like your words and the **** horse, but what I want to tell you is Another thing."

"I like you."

This confession directly turned Ning Que into a piece of wood. He looked at the haggard but still beautiful face close at hand, sniffing the faint girl's body near the end of his nose, and was silent for a long time, thinking that he should How to answer.

This is the first time he has been confessed by the opposite **** in his two lifetimes. This is one of the most beautiful words he has heard in his two lifetimes, although it is a pity that it was in the dim Mozong mountain gate, at the moment of death. , But it still sounds as beautiful as the sound of willow branches rubbing gently by the lake. Is the lake the Mochi under the Mogan Mountain?

The **** the shoulders is the world's first-rate person in terms of temperament, appearance and spiritual realm. She is well-known in the world. I don’t know how many young men secretly adore but are ashamed of themselves and dare not say anything. In Ning Que’s view, Mo Shanshan is not only because of bad eyes It is easy to be misunderstood as being innocent and arrogant, but there is no fault at all.

In terms of the family lineage or political background of the sect, the Tang state and the Dahe state have had a good relationship for generations, and the Master and the emperor must be happy to see this. This is of course a good match. Regarding hobbies, the two can be said to be like-minded. If they are really in one place, in the long nights in the future, besides boudoir matters, they can also splash ink and appreciate each other. Isn’t it wonderful?

The most important thing is to like it? Of course it is like. Men's likes are sometimes very complicated, but most of the time they are simple. Of course, a woman like Mo Shanshan who deserves to be liked should be liked, and so is Ning Que.

Just seeing that he was about to die in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and he had been thinking about so many things for so long, after he woke up, he could not help but almost laughed blankly, but he always felt that something was wrong.

This feeling is very strange. Before dying, any background and worldly matters are not important, and he asked himself that he really liked this pure girl like a book, but he became more wary of what was wrong in his heart. As if he had to take that crucial step before, there was great fear behind him.

What is that fear? Ning Que didn't know it himself. He looked at the **** his shoulder and said at a loss: "Junior Sister Shanshan, I love your temperament and appearance, including the way you handle things. It is reasonable to say that this time, I shouldn't..."

Mo Shanshan's face didn't have the shyness that a girl was used to after confession, it was just gentle and quiet. She knew why Ning Que hesitated, and even knew better than this guy why he hesitated. She couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

She leaned gently in his arms and whispered: "In some ways you are really confused. I just don’t want to die. You don’t know my affection, but you are not eager to hear from you. What comfort is it, it’s not fair to count anything you say at this moment, I’m just telling you about this."

Ning Que wanted to refute how confused he was, but then I thought that he was indeed a little confused at this time.

Why can't I hold this girl in my arms according to my true intentions and tell her that I like you too, so that I can live and make up for the regrets of the next two lives before I die, what am I afraid of?

But he felt Mo Shanshan's affection, his heart was warm and moved, and he said softly, "Then I know."

Mo Shanshan smiled contentedly, slowly closed his eyes, leaned in his arms, and said: "That's enough."

In the dark and quiet room of the Demon Temple, in the middle of the hill of bones and corpses, the palm of a ghost-like old monk gently pressed the head of a beautiful girl covered in blood, cold like winter, but in the other part of the room In one corner, two young men and women who are about to die are hugging each other gently, whispering like small animals, warm as spring.

This bloody, cruel and beautiful picture is palpitating and heart-pounding.

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A good feeling does not make the world truly beautiful. It seems warm like spring. In fact, as the night envelopes the mountains outside the Demon Sect, the light in the room is getting darker and the temperature is getting lower and lower, and it is weak. Mo Shanshan leaned against Ning Que's arms and was unconscious. Ning Que, who was extremely injured, felt that the heat in his body was gradually disappearing.

Vaguely remembering the warmth at a certain moment before, he instinctively raised his head and looked at the bluestone on the roof again, and suddenly found that the mottled sword marks on the stone did not disappear with the night, but began to glow with a faint flame. .

The little masters of the Sword Slayer Demon Sect back then, the sword was stained with blood and then on the stone wall, eventually turning into today's ghost fire? But Ning Que clearly remembered that things like ghost fires should be the remains of carrion corpses, and they couldn't last long.

He squinted at the sword marks on the roof that became clearer and clearer, and gradually became fascinated. He once again habitually used the Eight Methods of Eternal Word to solve it, and he forgot his injuries and coughing.

The mottled sword marks glowing with faint flames began to decompose into dense filaments of light, and then turned around in the field of vision, as if lying on the grassland looking at the sky full of stars above your head, beautiful and peaceful.

Suddenly, Ning Que felt a little warmth in his body. This time he didn't let this feeling pass, but he didn't pay too much attention. He just felt it carefully and enjoyed it.

The sword marks on the roof stone flowed according to a certain rule in the field of vision, and the warmth seemed to correspond to it, and began to flow in his body, from the wrist to the neck, and the place he passed was warm and comfortable. .

At this time, Ning Que was in a trance. He subconsciously pursued the warmth and wanted to dispel the cold from his body. In response, his eyes moved slowly on the sword marks, and those marks were gradually imprinted on his sea of ​​consciousness. Among.

Those sword marks entered his eyes, entered his body, turned into a warm air current, passed through his wrists and many joints, entered his five organs and six internal organs, and became some kind of substantial existence, indifferent Urged him to stand up. The sword intent contained in those traces is such pride, how can one allow despair to surrender in the face of death?

So Ning Que stood up.

He raised his head and looked at the sword marks on the roof quietly, as if he didn't know he had stood up.

Mo Shanshan awakened from a coma, shocked and speechless looking at him standing in front of him, not knowing what happened.

Ning Que looked up at Jian Mark quietly. I don’t know how long he watched. The pupils of his eyes gradually became darker and darker, but they were so transparent and crystal clear. When he looked inside, he seemed to see it. Endless abyss.

With a sound, he slowly withdrew the Pudao behind him.

He looked at a sword mark flying diagonally forward on the roof, and took a step forward with his right foot.

He looked at an awkward and straightforward short sword mark in the corner, and his left knee fell heavily.

He looked at a pliable and round sword mark on the opposite wall, turned around abruptly, and cut it out with a knife.

The blades buzzed, the air between the blades moved forward, and the wind was blowing in the quiet room.

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I don't know when, the old monk woke up, looked over there indifferently, and used gluttonous Dafa to take two consecutive mouthfuls of pure blood. His cheeks became richer, and the vitality in his thin body became extremely exuberant.

Ning Que was dancing a knife in the corner of the room at this time. He focused on watching the mottled sword marks on the wall and roof. He kept waving the Pudao in his hand. He didn't notice the rest of his body at all. He actually entered inexplicably. Deep meditation.

The old monk felt the breath in the sword marks on the surrounding walls gradually fading, and then poured into the young body, his indifferent eyes suddenly became feverish and vicious, and he screamed bitterly, "You are dead. . Do you want to survive the broken sword you left?"

The old monk's plump cheeks suddenly sank, and his right hand, like a dead branch of a ghost claw, pointed at the fascinating Ning Que from a distance. It looked like he would kill the opponent at all costs.

Mo Shanshan was the first to react, forcibly supporting his weak body, reaching out his hand to hold a few hard objects behind him.

Ye Hongyu, who had been bowing his head in silence under the old monk's withered palm, suddenly raised his head, his hands resting on the broken bones trembled slightly, and a stubborn stubbornness of resoluteness came out of his cold eyes.

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(There will be an important chapter later, please read it and give your comments.) (to be continued)