Beyond the Divine States Chapter 110: : Before the dawn of silence

Ning Changjiu sighed and said: "His Royal Highness, please."

Zhao Xiang'er looked at him blankly and said: "The first one, why did you sleep with Ning Xiaoling on the ground? What did you do to her? Why did she feel scared when she wrapped the quilt tightly?" /

Ning Changjiu was startled.

The first question stumped him.

He asked back: "Junior Sister is cold, I wrapped her in the quilt, Junior Sister is warm and happy, why do you say she is scared?"

Zhao Xiang'er frowned and said: "Then why are your hands and feet pressing on her?"

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu felt a little pain in his brain and couldn't think of anything. He said, "I have been taking care of you last night, and then I fainted from exhaustion. I don't know what happened." /

Zhao Xiang'er gave a hum, without questioning what he said, and asked: "You carried me back last night?"

Ning Changjiu nodded.

Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Obviously you saved me, why let me sleep on the bed, but let you and your junior sister sleep on the ground?"

Ning Changjiu thought about this problem? Is it necessary for the three of us to squeeze a bed, so that after waking up, this sword might really pierce the neck.

Ning Changjiu slandered in his heart, but verbally said: "His Royal Highness, the golden body, saved our lives before, and was injured the most, so we should sleep on the bed if it is reasonable or reasonable."

Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Then after I fainted, did you do anything?"

Ning Changjiu righteously said: "His Royal Highness, don't underestimate me, I have always been a gentleman."

Zhao Xianger sneered: "Really?"

Ning Changjiu said: "His Royal Highness has been holding onto the skirt of his clothes since he was in a coma, and I just gave you some spiritual energy, there is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary."

Zhao Xianger stared into his eyes, and Qingmei’s face showed a playful smile: "I have a mole under an inch under my collarbone. If someone sees that mole, it will disappear by itself. Why do I wake up? At first glance, it...is missing?"

While speaking, Zhao Xiang'er leaned forward, and the sword was leaned against his neck. The loose white skirt and the collar hung slightly, revealing skin that is more porcelain white than the white skirt, and the jade-like clavicle fiber It is pure and flawless, vaguely outlined with a snow-sand-like color.

The sword is on the side of the neck. Ning Changjiu, in his heart, follows the true meaning of "unobservable" of the teacher's door. He looks into her eyes without squinting and sincerely, and said: "Your Royal Highness can take the sword away first?" /

Zhao Xianger's face is colder: "Stop talking nonsense, give me an explanation."

Ning Changjiu was a little nervous, he frowned for a while, and said aggrieved: "I don't remember a mole, could it be..."

Speaking of generality, Ning Changjiu took a breath in his heart. How can there be any moles in this world that disappear at a glance? Isn't this girl cheating herself? Sure enough, with this thought, he found that the sneer and banter in Zhao Xiang'er's eyes became clearer, her pale thin lips lightly opened, and said: "Huh? Don't remember? What do you remember?"

Ning Chang was silent for a while, and said: "Your Highness, this is a misunderstanding."

"Really?" Zhao Xiang'er's voice was still a little childish, she leaned forward, her long hair hanging down, scattered on his chest, "What about my face?"

Ning Changjiu continued to pretend to be stupid: "Face? His Majesty Sword-Zhanbai, she was seriously injured and fleeing, where is the slightest shame?"

Seeing that he was still acting stupid, Zhao Xianger twisted his wrist slightly, and Yun Danfeng said softly: "Which hand did you touch it?"

She smiled and looked at Ning Changjiu, her delicate cheeks resembling a fairy drawn in the night, and her soft white dress washed away her charm, leaving only the elegance of white camellia.

The two were close together. This should have been a beautiful picture, but Ning Changjiu felt the sudden killing intent erupting from her body. Although she knew she should be scaring herself, the tense heartstrings continued to recede. Can't help but get nervous: "What is your Highness going to do?"

Zhao Xianger said: "The left hand touches the left hand, and the right hand touches the right hand. If the two hands are together, then you can only hold the sword with your mouth in the future."

Ning Changjiu pleaded: "I am useful."

Zhao Xianger coldly hummed: "What's the use?"

Ning Chang thought for a while, and the anxious student said wisely: "I have a letter from your Highness!"

"Huh?" Zhao Xianger was slightly puzzled, and said coldly: "What letter? If you lie to me, it is still too late to confess."

Ning Changjiu was stuck by the sword, and he dared not move much. He stretched his hand under the quilt and touched his body, and finally tremblingly took out a letter still stained with blood.

Zhao Xiang'er looked more solemn, she took the letter and opened it with one hand.

There is dead silence in the dark room.

Behind that letter, Ning Chang could not see her face for a long time, but she could feel the tremendous change in her emotions.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing that Zhao Xianger hadn't spoken for a long time, Ning Changjiu asked tentatively.

Zhao Xiang'er's arms drooped a little, and said: "When I formed the Hou Tian Ling, Jiu Yu passed on a memory to me. The memory said that to cast a truly unique Zifu Qihai, I need a big demon. Demon pill and some auxiliary things."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Great demon demon pill, what demon pill?"

Zhao Xianger did not answer, but continued: "The auxiliary objects are the leaves of Changying, the snow lotus and...the white spirit bone." (Note)

"Bai Ling Bone?" Ning Changjiu was shocked, the fire of thinking flashed by, and many thoughts strung together when those three words appeared: "The bone demon Madame Bai, the real name is Bai Ling!"

Zhao Xianger’s eyes stayed on the last seal for a long time, she also figured out many things, and muttered:

"My mother had already anticipated what was about to happen at the time, and then a letter deceived Ning Qinshui to the imperial city, so that Mrs. Bai, who was far away from Linhe City on the border of Zhao State, was forced into the game. My mother knew I can definitely find some clues of the day after the storm has passed, and then follow the vines to Linhe City."

"Linhe City..."

"But if I didn't have you, I might have died today. Why does my mother think that I can do all this?" Zhao Xianger's voice was softened: "I...obviously can't do it."

Ning Changjiu also understood that the Changying Leaf, Snow Lotus, and the Big Demon Pill may have been prepared for her too, just waiting for her to pick it up.

Everything she has is just following the trajectory that the lady arranged for her.

Like my previous life.

He felt that Zhao Xiang'er's mood had gradually dropped. Although the slap that Mrs. White had grabbed by her hair had disappeared, the shame was firmly burned in her heart.

"Perhaps I'm just taking care of my business. Without me, Mrs. White may not kill you, but will help your realm." Ning Changjiu said with relief.　　 Zhao Xianger recalled the deep sense of powerlessness at that time, smiled faintly, and said: "Perhaps you are also within my mother's calculations."

Ning Changjiu nodded in agreement, but didn't think so in his heart. In his understanding, his reincarnation should be done by the respected master. No matter how powerful the lady is, she can never count everything. He is more inclined to think that everything in this secret is the result of many chance coincidences after Master's plan.

Zhao Xiang'er stared at the seal engraved with "The Moon and the Clouds", her mind moved slightly, and she vaguely sensed something. Her lips and eyebrows were tightened, and the aura in her eyes was silky and faint. With a faint light, the mirror-like pupils faintly reflected the four words.

Ning Changjiu's heart is strange. This scene is exactly the same as when he first looked at the word "unobservable" seriously in the past.

He reminded aloud: "You are weak now, don't force it."

Zhao Xianger said: "The medicine to relieve my heart disease is in front of my eyes, how can I not look at it?"

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Your medicine is more than three-point poison."

Zhao Xiang'er refused to admit defeat, and Ning Changjiu's words aroused her even more. She stared at the seal firmly. If she could see the truth, why not poison her bones?

In her field of vision, the strokes of those four characters are constantly expanding and magnifying, and in a blink of an eye, there are four mountains with countless rocks piled up, and her gaze is trying to cross those mountains out of thin air and see the sky behind the mountains. With the sea.

In a daze, Zhao Xianger felt that she had seen something, and then the world turned upside down and dizzy. She held Xin's fingers tightly, and the paper wrinkled under the force, and was almost directly pinched, and Ning Changjiu immediately pinched Jianfeng. , Pushed the long sword that was staring at her neck to one side, and Zhao Xiang'er's eyes flashed and her body was unstable. He only heard her hum, she softened and fell over.

In her mind, those four words occupies all of her consciousness. The sea of ​​air is boiling violently like burning mountains and boiling sea. In the dimness, she sees a fire-like figure with her back facing her, like apocalyptic Her color was taken away from her brilliance. Her red dress was like fire, her hair was like flames, and the red-feathered big finches around her side were like dancing blood butterflies. Zhao Xiang'er saw the phantom shadow, and her heart trembled. , She leaped forward, trying to hold her shadow in the collapsed sea of ​​knowledge.

"Mother..."

Zhao Xiang'er threw herself down, embracing her arms, and the pride and stubbornness between her eyebrows and eyes was stained with a touch of weakness.

But there was no mother in front of her. She only hugged Ning Changjiu, but subconsciously buried her head in his heart. The churning of the sea of ​​consciousness stimulated her weak body with a flutter. Fainted again.

"This medicine is so powerful..." Ning Changjiu smiled bitterly at the letter she pinched between her fingers.

Zhao Xianger is like an injured little beast, holding his body tightly, his soft body pressed against his chest, and his long hair without a ponytail is scattered, half-covered. She doesn't have blood-colored cheeks, and she breathes lightly across the hair, like itching.

Ning Changjiu looked at her cheeks, remembering the tingling redness yesterday, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, and said in a huff, "Be honest if you don't get well, and holding a sword, who does the paper tiger scare?"

It's just that this scene is beautiful, but if Zhao Xianger wakes up suddenly, she might really be chased by her sword.

He put the wristband behind her, covered her skinny back, twisted his body a bit, trying to put her on the bed, and then he went to call back Xiaoling, who was not sure where he was going, to let her Take care of this stubborn girl.

But his plan only completed the first and last step.

His hand was wrapped around Zhao Xiang'er's back, and the door opened. Ning Xiaoling stood at the door, carrying a tuft of snow-like flesh in her hand. She looked at the scene in the room in shock. : "Brother, you are such a person!"

Ning Xiaoling seemed to stand outside the house for a while, and she heard the muttering in Ning Changjiu's mouth.

"You are actually taking medicine to sister Xianger!" Ning Xiaoling looked at him incredulously, and said angrily: "Brother, I misunderstood you! No wonder you slept with me in the morning... You, you turned out to be this Brother kind!"

Ning Changjiu thought about what bad things could I have for a small body like you, Junior Sister?

Ning Changjiu wanted to stabilize her mood first: "Junior sister, listen to me to explain."

But Ning Xiaoling didn't give him any chance to excuse, and slammed out the door angrily.

The room returned to quiet, Zhao Xianger still lying softly on her chest, his beautiful little face made him a little angry, he spread her arms around him, and then pulled her on On the bed, he squeezed her face again, put the quilt on her body after a little punishment, got out of bed and chased her out.

Ning Xiaoling, who was carrying a tuft of beef, did not go far. She sat on the steps, holding her cheeks, sulking.

Ning Changjiu sat down next to her, glanced at the meat on her hand, and smiled: "So the junior sister went out hunting."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I didn't expect my brother to hunt in the house."

Ning Changjiu smiled and comforted her a few words, and explained to her the ins and outs of what happened. Ning Xiaoling listened suspiciously and cast a distrustful look.

Ning Changjiu sighed and said: "You can't even believe me, brother?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I can trust it, but sister Xiang'er is so beautiful, and brother is full of blood, I..."

Ning Changjiu knocked on her head and interrupted: "Senior brother is such a person in your heart? Well, it's nothing for you."

Speaking, Ning Changjiu got up and pretended to leave.

Ning Xiaoling struggled for a while, followed up with the meat, grabbed his sleeve, and said: "Okay, Xiaoling will cook some broth for you to make up."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Let me come, this cow has helped us somehow, so don't ruin its body after death."

Ning Xiaoling pinched his arm and said, "Brother, go and figure out how to beat the bone monster. I'll cook bone soup for you!"

Ning Changjiu reluctantly agreed.

……

It was already half an hour later when Ning Xiaoling walked out of the kitchen with a sullen head.

In this half an hour, Ning Changjiu looked after Zhao Xianger while thinking about the countermeasures to kill Mrs. Bai.

However, the bridge is broken. Although Huangquan is a barrier, it can't actually stop them for too long.

Now this 酆 has been completed. Although the rank is very different from the prototype of the kingdom of God it was originally intended to become, it is considered to be a city independent of the world. It has its own world and its own moon, so here is a tour The scattered soul will never see the light, and can only be trapped here in this life. It is not a lonely soul and a ghost, but more like a prisoner who has been punished.

He is not sure if Zhao Xianger, who is holding Jiuyu, can cut through the night, but even if she can, she shouldn't want it.

She will choose to fight the final decisive battle with Madam Bai here. First, because Linhe City is the border of the Zhao Kingdom, she must make up for the fate of the word "Xiang", and she must not hand over this city again. In the hands of others, the second is because the humiliation that Mrs. Bai has placed on her is too unforgettable. How can such a proud girl tolerate this? If Mrs. Bai doesn't really die in one day, this shame can't be erased in one day.

What's more, this is also the direction in Jiuyu's memory inheritance.

White spirit bone...

Apart from those mythological beings that are close to immortality, where is there anything that truly lasts forever?

He thought of his name, laughed to himself, then drew out the sword in his hand and lay it across his knee.

Ning Xiaoling grabbed a handful of snow, wiped the dirt on her face, then scooped the rich-smelling soup into a bowl, tasted a little bit by herself, and was satisfied, and served two excitedly. The bowl walked into the room.

For Ning Xiaoling’s craftsmanship this time, Ning Changjiu found it to be quite remarkable, but he attributed most of the credit to the mad cow who is considered a benefactor-the ingredients are too good, so he can stand it From tossing.

In the fragrance of the rich broth, Zhao Xianger's nose twitched slightly in a coma.

Ning Changjiu put down the chopsticks and spoons, smiled at the junior sister, then took the sword lying on her knees, walked to Zhao Xianger's bed, and put the sword on her neck before she woke up. .

When Zhao Xianger woke up, she felt cold in her neck. She frowned, felt the envelope still rubbing between her fingers, recalling the scene she had seen in her mind before she became unconscious, and she felt another headache.

"Ask you a few questions, answer them truthfully, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood." Ning Changjiu said.

Zhao Xianger was originally lying on the bed. After hearing Ning Changjiu's words, she turned around and looked at him calmly with clear eyes.

Ning Changjiu said: "The first question, what did you see in those four words, why did you faint suddenly?"

Zhao Xianger did not answer, only one word was said between her lips: "Three."

"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was surprised.

"Two." Zhao Xianger said blankly.

Ning Changjiu reacted.

"One..." Zhao Xianger's tone prolonged a bit, seeming to give him a chance to reform.

Ning Changjiu seized the opportunity, angrily retracted the sword, lifted her up from the bed, and said: "Just kidding with Ms. Zhao, don't be offended."

Ning Xiaoling couldn't help but laughed out of the side, thinking that she must write this down, and when she returned to the mountain gate, she told Master.

After the rest of her life today, Ning Xiaoling seemed to be in a good mood, especially after she successfully cooked a pot of beef soup, she became more confident, and despite the dissuasion of her brother, she went to cook a pot of rice.

At the dinner table, Ning Xiaoling served them her own cooked rice, full of grains.

Ning Changjiu took the lead in taking a bite.

The rice is still raw, he didn't say anything, just plainly complimenting the master's cooking skills.

Zhao Xianger also took a bite, chewed for a while in silence, and then said: "I'm full."

Ning Xiaoling thought to herself that Sister Zhao eats so little and why she is in such a good shape. She should be able to be like Master in a few years, so she also put down chopsticks.

The room was quiet for a while.

Ning Xiaoling took the lead to break the silence: "Brother, would you like to tell me a story?"

Ning Changjiu thought that although Zhao Xianger's realm is now overwhelmed by Zhao Xiang'er, he wins because of his knowledge. He asked: "What do you want to hear?"

Ning Xiaoling smiled slyly, and said: "I want to hear some stories about young people's tolerance for humiliation."

Ning Changjiu sneered, thinking that this little girl was suggesting himself again. He thought for a while and calmly said: "Then I will tell you a poor young man who was bullied by the eldest lady. Later he joined the army and became a general. Take the story of being a slave."

Zhao Xianger frowned, vaguely feeling that he was suggesting something, and said coldly: "Shut up."

The room was quiet again. After the three of them had eaten, Ning Changjiu was responsible for cleaning up the dishes. After they were cleaned up, the three of them sat together and began to discuss how to regain their strength as quickly as possible. Kill her.

Zhao Xianger is the highest among the three, and naturally became their greatest hope at the moment.

But she lowered her head, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Jiuyu seems to have something wrong."

Previously, she controlled the nine feathers of the Houtian spirit, killing and depleting all the way, and finally she was nailed to the body by the white lady who was almost in his heyday. The damage was great. Now she can only cultivate her spirituality in the purple mansion, even if it is called out. It's just a sick look.

Ning Changjiu had thought of this before.

Unable to control Jiuyu, their odds of winning against Mrs. White are at least 30% less.

The most important thing is that they have lost the possibility of cutting a gap in the area of ​​Fengdu to escape, which is equivalent to breaking the boat and breaking the way.

Now in this city, the inherent evil spirit of death will turn everyone into ghosts. Even if they are extraordinary practitioners, they will be affected by subtle influences. They can’t continue to consume them with Mrs. Bai. .

"What about brother? Have you thought of any way?" Ning Xiaoling looked at him expectantly.

Zhao Xianger also looked at him.

Ning Changjiu leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, sensing the breath of his body and the whole world, and said: "There seems to be something hidden in my heart, it wants to come out, and then swallow the night. ."

Zhao Xianger listened to his mysterious words and asked: "Innate Spirit?"

Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "Perhaps."

Zhao Xianger asked: "If there is a congenital spirit, it should be formed when entering the profound."

Ning Xiaoling whispered: "Brother really hasn't entered the Xuan."

"..." Zhao Xianger asked, "How long is it from entering the Xuan?"

Ning Changjiu said: "It's still a line."

Zhao Xianger frowned and said: "A line? Then you don't pay attention to practice?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I'm afraid it's too late to practice my own practice."

Zhao Xianger bit her lower lip and asked: "Then what do you want?"

Ning Xiaoling looked excited, blurted out and made her debut: "Double repair with sister Xianger?!"

Ning Changjiu took a deep breath, knocked a chestnut on her forehead, and said: "You are not allowed to talk to your seniors and sisters in the future, it will hurt you."

Next, he looked at Zhao Xianger and solemnly said: "I hope Miss Zhao can give me punches in the future."

Zhao Xiang'er has arms around her chest, and her thin, red lips curled up. She smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"