Nightfall Chapter 86: A nympho

A few days ago in Washan Monastery, Ning Que had a few words with the **** on the wall, and when she returned to the room to dress Sangsang, she handed her a kit and said that if you encounter something, you must remember Tell him in my heart.

I told him in my heart that it was just thinking about it, so in the face of a sudden attack, when there was no time to do anything, Sangsang didn't forget to think about it.

Ning Que knew when she thought about it.

So Ning Que also thought about it.

With a thought, it triggered the kit Sangsang hidden in his sleeve.

The light in the dark Buddha hall suddenly deformed, especially the space in front of Sangsang, which was distorted into countless overlapping mirrors by the powerful magical power from the kit.

The jasmine petals spattered from the tea water fell on the mirror surfaces, and the collision of the two breaths caused a violent wind in the hall, and the dust in the cracks of the bricks was blown out, and the smoke was full.

The petals fell on the mirror surface, tremblingly drilled into it, but they could only penetrate two or three layers, and then became weak, sad and twisted, crushed into mud, and waved away.

The **** Lu Chenjia sitting in the corner was extremely shocked, and his flower-like face looked extremely painful. He vomited blood and wet his clothes.

After a while, the breath of runes circling in the temple gradually dissipated.

The countless heavy mirror guards in front of Sangsang also gathered and disappeared without a trace. The powder of the jasmine petals mixed with the tea that had been torn into the finest drops of water, and gently slapped on her face, slightly wet.

Ning Que stood up slowly and looked at Lu Chenjia, without any emotion on his face.

On this trip to Lanke Temple, he had never worried about the safety of himself and Sangsang before meeting that Fang Buddha, as he once said to Xian Zhilang, in this world now. People who are stronger than him will not dare to provoke him because of his background. Those who do not have the knowledge to provoke him can not provoke him.

However, this is not an absolutely rational world. There are still lunatics like Long Qing, and there will be many people who become extremely crazy and mad for various reasons. Such as bereavement, such as bereavement.

Ning Que is very grateful to Long Qing for giving himself a nearly fatal blow in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, which made him regain the caution and calmness he had in Minshan back then. Having a few conversations with Lu Chenjia in Washan Monastery, especially when he saw her eyes, he was always wary that this woman would go crazy like Long Qing, so he put the kit by Sangsang's side.

In that bag, there is a magic rune left by Master Yan Se hidden.

"Although I can't accept it, I can barely understand. You have always wanted to kill me because of your fiancé, but this matter has nothing to do with Sangsang. Why do you want to do this?"

Ning Que looked at Lu Chenjia and asked.

Lu Chenjia raised his arm and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, with a faint smile on his pale and beautiful face. Said: "I am very sure to kill the current self. I can only liberate myself, but not make myself painful. Then since I want you to suffer, why should I kill you?"

She stared at Ning Que's eyes resentfully, and said with a trembling: "You have killed the person who is most important to me. Do you know how it feels? That is the destruction of your entire world before your eyes, memories of the past The better you are, the more painful you will live now. You kill Long Qing, which is equivalent to destroying my world. You have turned me into a zombie, living in pain every day, struggling on the edge of collapse."

Ning Que said: "Many people have experienced this kind of pain."

"No! You don't know! You will never know what kind of pain it is."

Lu Chenjia shed tears and said sadly: "I haven't lost it. How can you know that the pain will tear your heart into a trace of flesh and blood, so when I knew that Sangsang was about to die, I really Very happy."

Ning Que looked at her and said, "When you found out that Sangsang's illness might be cured by Master Qishan, so you can no longer bear it anymore and decide to kill her yourself?"

Lu Chenjia looked at him and said idiotically: "Yes, I just want you to watch the most important person die in front of you. I want you to feel the pain."

Ning Que said: "It's a pity that I probably won't feel the pain you feel in my life, but I'm even more curious. Long Qing is not dead yet, where did your pain come from."

Listening to these words, Lu Chenjia smiled dismal and said in pain, "Yes, he is not dead yet, but now he is not like a man or a ghost. He is chased by the Xiling Temple like a dog. Fleeing into the wasteland, he even turned his back on his beliefs that he had held for half his life and became a devil. Isn’t it more terrifying to live than to die? Compared to now, I would rather be shot by you in the wasteland. Die!"

"In my opinion, no matter how you live, it is certainly better than death."

Ning Que shook his head and said: "I don't understand now, what do you like about Longqing, or the identity of the prince of the Kingdom of Yan, the symbol hidden under the glorious appearance of the beautiful son of Xiling."

"If he is really your most important person, then no matter how his status changes, how his position changes, whether he is dazzling or ugly, whether he is a fairy or a monster, a saint or a devil, he will still be the most important in your heart The one, unless what you like is only the shell, but if you like that shell, it is still unreasonable to be so painful for that shell."

His voice was very calm, he didn't deliberately ridicule and mean, but... it was literal.

Lu Chenjia's face turned paler, and said: "I didn't expect you to be patient to talk so much to me."

Ning Que shook his head and said, "I just want to expose your skin to make you more painful."

The plain and sincere speech fell in the ears of everyone in the hall, but it was so cold.

No one thought that while discussing the invasion of the underworld, Lu Chenjia, an idiot, suddenly attacked Sangsang. No one knew what to do at this time, not to mention Sangsang’s noble status in the Xiling Temple. Even Ning Que definitely couldn't stop there. What would he do?

Not everyone in the Buddhist temple has dealt with Ning Que. Like Cheng Lixue, he knows his temperament, but everyone knows the behavior style of the people who joined the academy. When they think of Mr. Ke back then, a few people have changed their faces. Up.

Master Qishan sighed. See Lu Chenjia pityingly said: "The world is full of love and suffering."

Bao Shu Da Shu looked at Ning Que. Lips moved slightly, ready to intercede for the nympho.

After all, Lu Chenjia is the princess of the Moon Country, and Moon Wheel is the most important and even the only secular kingdom of the Buddha in the world. People in Buddhism can't just watch her accidentally.

Ning Que did not give Master Baoshu a chance to plead.

With a cry, Park Dao came out of her sheath.

He stood in front of the futon and cut through the air.

With the slashing momentum. The Pudao in his hand suddenly became bright.

Countless golden rays of light sprayed out from the dark knife body.

Like the day of Izumo, illuminating the gloomy temple of the Buddha, covering the nymphomaniac Lu Chenjia on the opposite side.

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"Shenhui!"

Cheng Ziqing, a strong sword pavilion, looked at the golden light emitted from Ning Que's knife, his face suddenly changed.

At the beginning, Liu Yiqing was defeated by Ning Que at the side entrance of the academy. The news came afterwards that Ning Que had learned the magic of Xiling, but Jiange had not believed it very much, and always felt that there was something strange. until today. Seeing the Pudao in Ning Que's hand burning Haotian divine glory with his own eyes, Cheng Ziqing knew that the rumors were true.

The head of Xiling Temple Cheng Lixue's expression is a bit complicated. At the beginning, he saw Ning Que burn with his sword at the side entrance of the college. But he didn't expect that the Shenhui on this person's knife would become even stronger now.

The strong men in the temple. Looking at this knife, his face was slightly cold.

They are watching from the side, so there is no need to close their eyes.

But Lu Chenjia, the nymphomaniac, was covered by the divine splendor of Pu Dao and had to close his eyes.

In fact, before Ning Que swung the knife, she had already closed her eyes.

She didn't want to live a long time ago, so she was waiting to die.

But it's impossible for anyone to watch her die.

Qu Ni Madi screamed, bounced from the futon, and came to Lu Chenjia, with a crutch in her hand, an old and pure Buddhist atmosphere, born from the momentum.

Ning Que walked across the temple with a sword, and fell heavily on the crutch.

The Haotian Divine Hui clashes with the thick Buddhist aura on the staff, splashing around like a blazing flame.

Qu Nimadi closed her eyes tightly, and the deep wrinkles on her face were illuminated by the divine glory very clearly, as if there were countless golden threads between them, and it looked like molten magma, which might collapse at any time.

Only an instant, the old woman trembles with her hands on both ends of the crutches, her face is particularly painful, accompanied by a muffled grunt, she swept backwards and then hit the wall, spouting blood.

Ning Que's sword was exhausted, so he raised his right foot and walked toward the opposite side.

Qu Nimati sat leaning against the wall with blood all over her body, looking at Ning Que who was walking, her old face was full of fear and pain, and she screamed angrily: "You can't do it yet!" /

The people in the temple didn't know whose help the old aunt was seeking.

Master Baoshu sighed slightly, and his hands made a mudra in front of him.

This handprint is very strange. The index finger of the right hand is slightly bent, like a urchin playing a rock.

A compassionate and solemn Buddhist breath attacked Ning Que.

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Master Baoshu is the first of the precepts of the Xuankong Temple. If judged by the state of cultivation, an amazing cultivation base is at least the state of knowing the fate, and there is no one in the temple except Cheng Ziqing.

Ning Que’s true cultivation level is still far from this high monk, and he can deter him on Washan Mountain. That’s because he had the Yuan Thirteen Arrows in his hand at the time, and his arrow had been in force for a long time. There is supreme power.

In the temple of the Buddha today, Ning Que is holding a knife instead of a bow, but there is still no fear on his face. He ignores the power of the Buddhist handprint and rushes forward.

Qu Nimati shouted angrily and tried to raise her cane again.

Ning Que cut it down.

The stick broke, Qu Nimadi vomited blood again.

The Buddhist mudra has reached Ning Que's back.

Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and the tip of his knife slightly, passing by Lu Chenjia's cheek.

Then he made a bird's beak with his left hand on his side.

The breath of the Buddhist handprints is slightly stagnant.

Ning Que floated back and stood in front of Sangsang.

The Buddhist handprint fell on the ground at this time.

With a faint sound, the hard stone brick floor of the temple sank slightly.

A strand of green silk broke and fell on Lu Chenjia's face.

A **** mouth appeared on her face.

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