Beyond the Divine States Chapter 109: : In the long snowy night

Zhao Xiang'er lowered her head, pursed her thin lips for a while, and said with no good air: "I can walk by myself, I don't need you... Well, what are you doing?"

Ning Changjiu squatted down, put her hand on her sword, and then broke her fingers away from the hilt one by one. Zhao Xianger was silent, and after slight resistance, he snatched the sword. Inserted back into the sheath.

Zhao Xiang'er trimmed her long hair again, her other hand always tightly squeezed the torn clothes on her chest, but she ironed her body with her strength, and was stretched even more after it was broken. In addition, Zhao Xianger has already lost his strength, and it is already very difficult to cover up at this moment.

She bit her lower lip, her faint eyes gleaming with a little water, she has no extra spiritual power to clear the palm marks on her face, and the hot pain on her left cheek still tapers like needles. The earth pierced her dignity, not to mention that there was a man who didn't know what was good or bad before her, who dared to look at her most embarrassed look from such a close.

Her cheeks are a little hot, and the huge exhaustion between the bones presses her body down, as if sticking to the ground, she can't move.

In the darkness, the accelerating heartbeat became clearer and clearer. At this moment, her body looked a little delicate and swayed uncontrollably. The emotions in her heart flowed hotly with the blood. In every corner, she thought this emotion was annoyance, thinking that if this dead Taoist priest had some kindness to herself, when she was healed, she would have to cut off his hands and feet and goug his eyes.

Ning Changjiu didn’t know what she was thinking, but saw her biting her lower lip, her long eyelashes trembling, her cheeks were redder, and the fingers holding the clothes were pale and trembling. It seemed to be unsupported at any time.

Ning Changlong did not wait for the embarrassing scene to happen. He turned his back and whispered: "Come on."

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

She finally lost energy and fainted.

Ning Changjiu sighed softly, rubbed her hands that clasped the front, then turned her back, folded her arms on both sides of her neck, leaned forward when she got up, lifted her back, and then both hands Holding the tight and slender leg, let it be wrapped around the waist.

Ning Changjiu hugged her arm in front of her, and leaned her body a little bit to make her not easy to fall off. At this moment, the two bodies were close to each other, and the originally soft curve was squeezed without ups and downs, soft The strange, strange touch was keenly captured by the senses, and silently concealed deep in the consciousness, and a faint fragrance was quickly passed by the strong blood pressure, and the shortness seemed to be just an illusion.

Ning Changjiu walked to Ning Xiaoling's side with her on his back.

The comatose junior sister couldn't make any protest, so Ning Changjiu bent down, picked up her waist with her right hand, and raised her arms unsightly.

He just dragged his family into the darker night.

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The city of Linhe, which was originally sparsely populated, now looks cold and dead.

Ning Changjiu walked to the door of the house and knocked on the door called the "President's Mansion" at the moment. No one responded, Ning Changjiu pushed the door directly in.

Ning Qinshui is holding the judge's pen, standing under the eaves at the junction of the house and the courtyard, looking at him nervously, and talking about the belly draft that has been brewing for a long time:

"You stop first! I bought you when you were working in the ovary of the soil embryo. Now you have learned a swordsmanship. The fate of this is also related to me. Now the city is full. In danger, you and I always have a mentor-disciple friendship. The general situation of Mrs. Bai is gone. I am willing to help you collect bits and pieces of authority so that the **** will never be able to piece together complete power. Ning Changjiu, a momentary impulse can not make much business , Where is the eternal enemy in this world?"

Ning Changjiu listened to him quietly, then pulled out the umbrella sword on Zhao Xianger's back, and swiped it across his eyes.

Ning Changjiu continued to walk forward with the two girls on his back. He passed Ning Qinshui, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the snowy ground in the courtyard.

The moment the kingdom of God collapsed and the power of Mingjun shattered, the law of undead immortality and the personality of the judge were also annihilated. After that sword, Ning Qinshui, who had almost exhausted his strength, opened his eyebrows. , The dead soul turned into very fine quicksand, a little bit scattered in the night.

"You will regret it..." Ning Qinshui turned his head hard, looking at the silent forward back, and said: "All your life-seeking is just an overdraft of fate, you... escape You can't drop it."

His voice was suppressed and unwilling, and every sentence sounded like a curse from bitterness to the bones.

The soul that had been slashed before anyway, but now dissipated at an irresistible speed, and his last words echoed in the courtyard for a long time like a prophecy.

"I knew it when I saw you for the first time, you are a lonely destiny, even if you can survive this time... but wait, it won’t take long, no! It won’t take a year , You will still lose everything, nothing..."

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

Ning Changjiu remained indifferent.

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

Then he came to the bed and let go of the hands around his neck, but in a coma, Zhao Xianger's instinct seemed extremely tense and keen. Her arms are a bit stiff, and her legs are still tightly bound to his body, and she refuses to loosen it at all.

Ning Changjiu rubbed a few acupuncture points on her arm, let her body slowly relax, then separated her legs around her body, untied her from her back, and the girl and him were both half-length The blood, the blood stains on the clothes stuck together under the long-term close contact, he carefully tore the blood stuck between the clothes, and peeled it with his fingers a little bit, then released Zhao Xianger from the back, the girl hummed He heard twice, but did not wake up.

Ning Changjiu held her back with one hand and copied her legs with the other. He gently laid her on the bed. He watched calmly for a while, with a weak breath, Zhao Xiang'er's chest was not bad. It moves evenly, just like the fluctuating cold wave of snow and ice in the gentle sea breeze.

He confirmed that she was only in a coma due to her innate spirit damage and exhaustion of her spiritual energy, and finally he was relieved and gently covered her with a quilt.

Then he came to Ning Xiaoling's side, opened her eyelids and looked for a while, and then measured a few more critical pulse and acupuncture points, and his brows gradually wrinkled and then slowly unfolded.

Ning Xiaoling's injuries are relatively mild.

In the past two months, although she has made rapid progress in swordsmanship after entering the peak, she still has time to hammer her body. Previously, they were knocked down to the ground by Mrs. Bai from Nine Feathers, and Ning Xiao was the one who suffered the most physical damage. Ling, at this moment, there is still a large pool of blood on her back, but she is a spiritual practitioner, although she is severely injured but can't hurt her life, but for a long time, she should not be able to hold the sword.

Ning Changjiu helped his head, his head was a little faint.

In fact, his injury should have been heavier than them, but for some reason, there was an unknown force in his body supporting him, causing him to climb up in the pit twice, drew his sword and leaped towards Mrs. White. After being unconscious again, he suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking back now, the height that Mrs. Bai grabbed Zhao Xiang'er's hair was the distance that at least the Longevity Realm could leap to.

He didn't know how to describe this feeling.

He felt like his body was like a huge egg, something had to struggle out of it, and at this moment, the shell of the egg was already cracked, but it still needed some key strength to really break it.

When he came to River City on the first day, he had this faint feeling in his heart. It was a distinct sense of oppression, but it aroused something deep in his body.

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

At this moment, the feeling is more like a sense of depression, he can't wait to hit his chest with a punch, shattering everything in his chest.

As soon as this thought appeared, he quickly meditated to get rid of the distractions.

Now this 酆 is almost a dead city, and many ghosts have gathered into resentful spirits. He must not relax his heartstrings and give them a chance to enter.

After adjusting her breath slightly, he stabilized Ning Xiaoling's injury and found that her hands were cold, so he went to the next room and took a quilt to wrap her bloatedly in.

The temperature slowly returned to her body, and Ning Xiaoling's slightly wrinkled face gradually loosened. Ning Changjiu discovered that at some point, her cheeks were thinner again, not as round and lovely as they used to be.

He moved the last surviving chair and sat 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 appearing, and there was still time to erase the color.

Ning Changjiu stretched out her hand and gently pushed away the sticking hair on her cheeks. His hands were on the red cheeks. The palms of his palms were as cold as ice. Spiritual energy penetrated through the palms, slowly reducing the swelling. And the wound, when he let go of her hand, her cheeks had almost recovered, but there was still a slight redness, like a faint drunkenness.

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

At night, the ink is splashing into the sky,

He leaned in the wooden chair, didn't have the strength and energy to change to the blood suit, and only dragged the heavy blood to sit outside, looking at the dark sky.

There are no stars in the sky, and the light of the red moon has dimmed a lot, as if he is the only person in the whole world waiting for a dawn that will never come.

He sat quietly, thinking about many things, and the last picture in his mind was the scene where Mrs. White turned and walked into the night.

He always has hidden worries.

He knows that Mrs. White will not be able to recover in a short time, but in his memory, there is a hidden green sand pot beside Mrs. White. What is that green sand pot? He originally thought it was something similar to a killer's mace, but it was forced to such a point today, why didn't she use the green sand pot?

The faint worries were like fog, and his thoughts fell a little bit.

When I was about to fall into a dream, there was a little noise in the room.

The chairs were pieced together. Ning Xiaoling woke up. She moved her body, and then Gu Lu rolled to the ground. Ning Xiaoling snorted in pain, not understanding what happened. It felt like she was wrapped in a cocoon, just like it was during the time of the heart demon, but the cocoon was more comfortable and soft, she couldn't help rolling subconsciously.

Ning Changjiu was awakened by the movement, turned around, and saw the quilt in the room rolling up and down on the floor, rolling back and forth several times, and then suddenly there was no movement.

Ning Changjiu was worried, so she forced her sleepiness and tiredness to get up and went to investigate Ning Xiaoling’s situation. This time, Ning Xiaoling’s breathing should be smoother and softer. It seems that she just rolled too much. He turned faint, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Ning Changjiu sighed, thinking about how she was turning around just now, and felt that the sky was spinning around, and his mind was dizzy. At the end of his consciousness, he turned around and closed the door, then sank and fell to Ning Xiaoling. On the edge.

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In the snow alley, the bone armor on Mrs. Bai's body has faded, and a large amount of sword marks cut through the skin, which has not been healed for a long time, setting the original beautiful body terribly.

After she walked into an alley, she knelt directly on the ground.

If the girl holding the two swords could cut out the last sword again, she might be cut to death before she fell into the yellow spring and burned with ashes.

She didn't dare to think about the ending like that.

Not long ago, five magnificent pillars rose to the sky, standing in front of them like colorful colored glaze. The light flowing on them is as beautiful as the myth that all the world longs for, and the new kingdom of God is almost there. The perfect mythological logic has opened up its extremely splendid corner.

It's just that all of this is in vain at this moment.

How can a dilapidated long-lived state support her long-term plan?

She raised her hand and took the green sand jar from the void on her shoulders. She grabbed the edge of the green sand jar, crawled a few steps, smashed the snow on the ground, and then leaned herself against the wall. , Hold the green sand jar tightly in his arms. After a long time, she woke up a few times without knowing that she dreamed again, her tight arms also loosened, she did not dare to look at the ugly chest cut into the bone marrow sword marks, but stared at the jar, and finally seemed relieved. What happened? He held the jar in his hand like a wine jar, with the rough edge close to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it.

There is no big secret in this green sand jar.

What's in it is a pot of river water that she used to cook herself back then. She keeps this by her side, hoping that she will always remember the pain of that day, and hope that this suffering will become more and more mature. Pure wine, until the day when the kingdom of God was completed, drank it all in one go.

It's just that nowadays the celebration wine has become so frustrated.

The water naturally carries a lot of spirituality, but these are not enough to make up for her injury. When she drank the water back then, she drank the surface of the Shahe River abruptly.

"Sister Bai..."

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

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

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

Mrs. Bai sneered: "What do I do on my knees? I have been using you from beginning to end. You don't have to be passionate."

Shubai lowered his head and said stubbornly: "In those few years, Sister Bai treated me very well, I always remember."

Mrs. Bai said: "Do you know what is good and bad?"

Shubai pursed his lips and didn't answer, his hand was stuck in the snow, and he pinched a ball of snow tightly, melting it little by little.

It's icy.

Ms. Bai asked: "How did you come here?"

In her memory, he was at that end when the Long Bridge broke.

Shubai answered truthfully: "I came from that river."

Ms. Bai was surprised, she looked at him for a while, her voice softened a lot, and said: "Do you know where you came from now?"

The tree white nodded: "I see."

Mrs. Bai gave a hum, and said: "But you don't need to feel that you are dependent on who you are. From now on, no one can control you. The kingdom of God has collapsed, but just as a dead city, it is still intact. As the Lord of Yama, you have been the least affected. This is your blessing."

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

Mrs. Bai asked: "Then what do you care about?"

Shubai whispered: "Sister Bai...Let's go with me. Let's go out of the city and go to the deserted area in the south. Okay, I will protect you."

Mrs. Bai smiled lightly: "Fool, you are now the lord here, you can't get out of it at all."

The light in the tree's eyes dimmed a lot.

Ms. Bai laughed self-deprecatingly again, and said: "What's more, you have seen how I can get there. There are still many people in this city who want to kill me. When they regain their strength, I... You can't drop it."

Shubai closed his eyes, did not answer, and his body trembled, as if he was struggling.

Ms. Bai looked at him, with a slight charm undulating in her calm tone: "Why don't you go and kill them now, then there will be no worries, I can slowly figure out a way to help you get rid of this city Bondage, when we leave together, we will go to Nanzhou, Middle-earth, and the Western Kingdom...or those legendary desperate situations, we can slowly go and see...now no one in this city is your opponent, so later, It’s too late."

Shubai lowered his head, and the snow that he held tightly in his hands gradually melted into water. He never answered, but his arms stuck in the snow were shaking.

Mrs. Bai thought he was struggling, and wanted to persuade him a few more words, but saw Shu Bai raised his head, his face wrinkled tightly, and something rolled down from his eyes, instantly His face was full of tears.

He stared at Mrs. Bai's somewhat blurred face, and choked up: "Sister Bai, when are you going to lie to me?"

Ms. Bai looked at the great sadness on his face, and the words swirling around her lips blew gently in the snow alley.

She just remembered that it turned out that five years have passed, and Shubai has grown up a lot, and after experiencing this today, he is no longer the little boy who obeys himself.

I have lived for so many years, not to mention being dragged into such a situation by a few teenage children, and now I can't even deceive my own children. How ridiculous.

She laughed at herself, holding her arms to cover the ugly sword wounds, her long hair hanging down, covering her body like a dark coffin.

Shubai stretched out his arm and wiped the tears from his face. He raised his head and looked at Mrs. Bai seriously, and said: "Master told me that boiling soup with white spirit bones can immortal, sister Bai , You helped me so much in the past, now...I want to repay you, I can give you a long life! As long as you promise me, after you live, don’t kill people again..."

Ms. Bai's eyes moved slightly, and the greed in her heart rose like evil fire. She stared at Shu Bai, thinking about his words, her expression a little hot. But, not long after, she sneered, the light in her eyes went out, and she leaned against the wall impeccably. Regarding Shubai’s proposal, she didn’t know if she could or did not want to, but said indifferently: "Your bones are worth it. What kind of soup can you make for a few kilograms?"

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

That is a sword.

In the dark, Zhao Xiang’s sons and daughters, who had changed into loose white skirts, sat on the edge of the bed like ghosts, with the sword in his hand against his neck, and his cold face didn’t know if it was pretending to be fierce, in short. It looks a little scary.

Ning Changjiu squeezed the blade with his fingers, pushed it to one side, and said, "What is your Highness? The Emperor Zhao will avenge her revenge. It will hurt your Highness's name if it spreads out."

Zhao Xianger snorted coldly, her sword-holding hand was motionless, and said: "Be honest, ask you a few questions, answer [pencil novel www.qbxs.xyz] truthfully, if you dare to be glib, you will inevitably suffer. !"

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(Today there is only one chapter...but it is quite big 0.0)