Beyond the Divine States Chapter 228: : See a leaf in late autumn
The boat shook abruptly in the middle of the lake, and soon stabilized again.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger sat opposite each other, in white clothes and white skirts, like a white wall with lingering snow.
What Ning Changjiu holds in his hands is a valuable new sword. The scabbard is made of lacquered ebony wood wrapped in white shell. The round scale white sheath is decorated with copper flakes. The place is slightly worn out, and the light and dark are combined with the luster.
The moment Ning Changjiu held the hilt in his hand, the iron sword in the sheath of the anaconda skin seemed to come alive, and it vibrated in the sheath, as if a real white snake was struggling and trying to fade away. This old skin was replaced with a brand-new scale armor that was sharp and biting. The young man's eyebrows narrowed and smiled at the moment when the sword aura rose, his black hair was blown up by the lake breeze, and it was like a beating snake in its sheath.
The action of drawing the sword has started, and the sword light shines at the mouth of the swallow, but the sword and the sheath still fit together, as if this action of drawing the sword is just an illusion.
Zhao Xianger did not go to see his hand drawing the sword. She gently stroked the silk cloth wrapped on the red umbrella, gently draped the umbrella with one hand, and held the umbrella handle with the other. Her eyebrows were leisurely, no There is a look, but there is a look.
At the moment the wind is coming on the lake, she is like a delicate girl, about to open up the flowery red umbrella to block the cool breeze of autumn or the rain that may fall at any time.
The koi kisses the water and walks in the lake.
The ripples shattered and spread.
The two are still sitting, and between them is a mess of autumn bass, red **** eel and half a pot of unfinished wine.
Ning Changji's movements seem to have been drawing his sword, but the sword never left its sheath. It was like a horse-drawn carriage running on the spot. The wheels had turned thousands of times, but the car was not even an inch ahead.
The same is true for Zhao Xianger. Her actions give people the illusion of opening the umbrella at any time, but I don’t know if it’s because the rain hasn’t fallen yet. Still.
They are all waiting for each other to draw their swords first.
The kendo battle of the ascetics is different from the warriors of the rivers and lakes. The swords of the green forest knights are more than a fast word, but the ascetics must fight for a head-on confrontation. They are all cultivating momentum in their sheaths, the calm and the waves at this moment are just an illusion, and the turbulent undercurrent has inadvertently surged.
"In the past three years, you really did not disappoint me." Zhao Xiang'er raised his head, looked at his hand holding the hilt, and said: "Unfortunately your sword is not good enough."
Ning Changjiu's gaze swept across his scabbard slowly, and he said: "If you had such a realm back then, why would we be driven all the way by Mrs. Bai?"
Zhao Xianger said: "You suddenly brought up this matter to distract me? Oh, when I first saw you, I thought I was a pure-hearted little Taoist priest. I never thought it was so shameless."
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I never thought of distracting you, but I was distracted by myself first."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "When confronting others, you don't score for a moment."
Ning Changjiu said: "I'm here to go to the appointment instead of revenge. How can I tell the enemy?"
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the cold eel soup and said, "I am not soft-hearted."
The old fisherman listened to their conversation with a dazed expression. When they first drew their swords, the old fisherman's mind was frightened, and he couldn't say anything, as if he was stuck in his throat. He didn't feel that the ship was shaking again until the girl's voice fell.
Ning Changjiu gripped the hilt tightly, and Zhao Xianger twisted the handle of the umbrella.
Thousands of Jun’s sword intent came out of thin air, pressing the bow of the ship to sink, but these sword intents landed more on the lake. The lake was pressed and lifted by the sword intent, instead arching the ship high. This small fishing boat looked like a carp leaping on the surface of the river. Amidst the exclamation of the old fisherman’s throat, the boat fell back to the lake and swayed constantly. The high splashes of water resembled a sprinkling of rain. .
The old fisherman was in shock. He touched the cold lake water splashing on his face. After fixing his eyes, he found that the newlyweds were no longer on the fishing boat.
The moment the boat fell, the surface of the lake was dark in a blink of an eye.
It was not that the weather was overcast, but all the light was taken away by the sword rainbow that suddenly lit up on the lake, and gathered in the center. It was two sword rainbows entangled with each other, carrying incandescent light. Like a dragon in the lake, at the same time, the scattered sword intent turned into dozens of straight lines, splitting the water surface and pushing the wave to extend outward.
The fishing boat spun around in the waves of Jianqi Rift Lake, but miraculously it was unscathed.
Ning Changjiu still did not draw his sword, and so did Zhao Xianger. The sword aura that they exploded forward was nothing but a drawing of their minds. Then they used the purple garden to induce a vision, drew light and slashed like two pure half-moons. Sword arc.
The dark color of the sky caused the crowd around the lake to panic. The screams of horses and screams merged together, and the sound of the piano in the attic was also mute, and they rushed out of the window.
"The tengu eats the moon?"
"It's not like...a lake! There seems to be someone on the lake?"
"How is it possible?"
On the lake, the figures of Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger leaped high. They are both in the purple court realm, and they already have the ability to step into the sky. After they jumped up tacitly, they maintained the same height, then stretched out their hands almost at the same time, cut into their arms, and grabbed them towards the hilt of the other party.
The forearms of the two slammed into each other, and the bones vibrated like gold and stone. They didn't seem to feel any pain. They grabbed each other's forearms with their backhands. With force, their figures drew close quickly, always wanting Bumped together.
At the instant of lightning and flint, they changed their moves at the same time. Ning Changjiu's hand holding the sword suddenly loosened and pointed to the sword. With the sharp light in the fingertips, he quickly and straightly pointed to the big hole on Zhao Xianger's chest. .
Zhao Xianger had no intention of defensiveness. She handed out a fist, seemingly not fancy, but if you look closely, there is a drop of lake water hanging on the tip of the fist, the lake water is overflowing with color, and it seems to contain an illusion. world.
This is a punch and an illusory world.
The sword finger and the fist crossed over. The sword finger touched Zhao Xiang'er's skin, but did not touch the substance, like a mud sword sinking into the sea, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. And Zhao Xianger's white fist hit his chest, arousing the Shura Shenlu of his body protection, and golden lights lit up under the white clothes, like intricate meridians. It was this half of the Shenlu that offset most of the strength of this punch, but the strength of the punch continued to explode in the body.
After the first confrontation, Ning Changjiu was injured more severely, but without saying a word, he drew his fingers back and pierced the acupuncture points on her waist obliquely, but this action was also a fake action. He wanted to force Zhao Xianger. Back to defense, took the opportunity to pull out her sword.
Zhao Xianger was not fooled. Instead, she slammed another punch between inches. The oncoming gust of wind, with her fist, turned around and blew smoothly. After a long time, the ink will rise. After the punch hit Ning Changjiu's body firmly, she turned her fist into a palm, peeked down, and also grabbed the hilt of his sword.
They don't seem to be in a contest, more like they are angry, as if whoever draws the sword first is a loss.
They grabbed each other's scabbards and drew their swords abruptly.
At this moment, they are not so much drawing swords as they are moving mountains. At the moment when they hold each other's scabbard, all the meridians in their hands burst from under their skin, and the spiritual energy rushes out like a wild flow around the body. Of electricity.
These electric shots pale.
Crack!
The sound of the two swords being unsheathed overlapped.
The scabbard is like a dark cave, and the sword aura is like the wind and bat blowing from the depths of the cave. They instantly envelop the teenagers and girls who are confronting each other in mid-air. The white dress and white dress are dancing in the wind. The cloth wrapped in spiritual power seemed to have reached its limit, making a sound of violent thunder and rage.
Choke!
The water surface in the center of the lake collapsed and turned into a snowy white color. Then, the sinking lake water suddenly rose again, like a water dragon, cut open by the sword energy near their silhouettes, turning into four obliques. A column of water rushing into the sky.
They drew their swords almost simultaneously.
That is the opponent's sword.
The bright sword body leaves the scabbard, like two deep turquoise waters, and their swaying and distorted shadows are reflected in the clear water. In the first moment after drawing the sword, it was Zhao Xiang who came out first. Ah, her starting style is very simple, like those taught in martial arts academy, the simplest pile, but the difference is that the same pile, she repeated it in less than half a blink of an eye Hundreds of times, so this simple sword had almost no loopholes. The sword slashed half a nearly perfect arc with unimaginable high speed.
Previously, she disliked this sword as not good enough, but now she has become the master of using it.
Ning Changjiu was holding Zhao Xianger’s umbrella sword. After he drew the sword, it took him a moment to offset Zhao Xianger’s power in the small world, and in this moment, the moon arc had started. , Smashed from the sky in the water curtain.
Ning Changjiu’s gaze accurately locked the falling sword light. The sword light was not like a sword, but more like a thick knife. Compared with that, the umbrella sword in Ning Changjiu's hand was slender like a long Iron needles, but this umbrella sword is by no means a vulgar thing. Ning Changjiu had confidence in it, so without thinking about it, he just blocked it.
The two collided, and the void underneath Ning Changjiu's feet shattered, Zhao Xianger's black dress swayed in the wind, like a seabird with wings spread, his light body dragged a huge sword light and smashed towards Ning Changjiu. .
The sword fell again, but the seemingly weak and boneless girl carried the strength of tens of thousands. The falling wind tore apart the sound of the wind, cutting the void and cracking, and the blade of the sword protruded from the dark void and stabbed again. Xiang Ning Changjiu’s brows and eyes, Ning Changjiu held his sword against the space, and the heavy pressure from his bones spread to his body, and the shaky void completely split, and the two swords pressed against Ning Changjiu’s body, Zhao Xiang'ermo's flying face also came close.
A faint smile floated on the girl's beautiful cheeks: "It seems that you haven't made much progress in the past two years."
At this moment, Ning Changjiu was suppressed and fell into the lake. Every time he said a word, his anger would drop, but he still said: "I just don't like hitting women."
Zhao Xianger sneered: "Do you need me to pity and cherish jade?"
Ning Changjiu looked at her white dress and couldn't help but remember the way they were exchanging clothes, with an unhappy expression.
Boom!
Ning Changjiu was pressed onto the water.
The lake exploded.
Ning Changjiu did not sink. His toes stepped on the lake, and his sword held a girl who was depressed like a mountain, but he kept a weird and clever balance.
Zhao Xianger's expression changed slightly.
In a twinkling of an eye, the surrounding lake water suddenly appeared countless phantoms of ingenious Taoism. Those Taoisms are like towers built on the water or horizontal bridges, connected in series, like a battle armor. Piece of iron. This is exactly the same as the witch master holding an ancient scroll to build a city on the lake, but the difference is that this is a pure Dao formation.
When Ning Changjiu pulled out the sword of Shura from his body, he thought about what the secrets that are not sword moves could constitute if they were pulled out.
He gave the answer today.
This Dao formation formed a small world for a while. In this small world, Ning Changji could briefly master the rules and become a **** calling for the wind and rain.
So after he fell, the tension of the lake miraculously dragged him.
The situation reversed in an instant.
Zhao Xianger has to face more than one enemy. The pavilions, towers, and magpie bridges here are all enemies she has to face. This world does not welcome her! And what she had to face was the rules of this Dao Array world.
Ning Changjiu was holding a slender umbrella sword, engulfing the power of the Dao Formation, and forcibly flicked Zhao Xiang'er's sword away. At the same time, he hooked his left hand behind him and provoked the lake. The water, hydrated into swords, pierced towards Zhao Xianger's location.
Zhao Xianger looked at the formations that were pressing down like a heavy cavalry of profound armor. Instead of retreating to praise and avoid the edge, she held the sword in both hands and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.
Ning Changjiu is constructing the world at this moment.
But by coincidence, Suzaku's authority is the "world", which is an incomparably higher law above space. And she has some by birth.
On the lake, the sword light lit up again. This time the sword light was not like the moon, but more like eyebrows. That was Zhao Xianger's eyebrows.
Ning Changjiu was placed in the world he had constructed, and he was awe-inspiring. He looked at this girl who was rushing forward, with a long sword in his hand, and he constructed an array-like phantom in all directions to the west. The moment Xiang'er approached, the phantom shattered and gathered in the center. Ning Changjiu’s slender sword was attached to the shadow of the sword. It suddenly became hundreds of times thicker, and with his sword, there was this small world. Like the entire Dao array.
This was originally the method he used to hide for a long time, but he really couldn't see Zhao Xiang'er being so arrogant, so he wanted to directly give her a prestige.
The entire Dao Formation resembles hundreds of heroes. They showed their minions and roared at Zhao Xianger who was besieging them.
The figures intersect, and the sword lights cut by the two are like catkins blowing in chaos. In the moment after the confrontation, the blades collided hundreds of times briskly, like the wings of a dragonfly vibrating at a high speed. If this is a sword with blood, it only takes an instant to shake the blood out of the sword, bright as new.
Sword Qi rolled away from their center like a blizzard, and the entire lake looked like new after this sword.
The high-speed vibrating sword also stopped at a certain moment. The two swords collided and pressed against each other, and the two figures slowly approached. They could see each other’s pupils, and then they could see themselves in the pupils, all the sword energy. Its strength and strength were like huge fireballs that kept shrinking, and exploded suddenly after shrinking to the limit.
Boom! ! !
Amidst the white light, a hurricane seems to have spawned between the two swords, pushing them back violently.
The water of the lake rises to the sky and falls with fine raindrops.
Ning Changjiu relied on the incomplete body of Shura to resist, but still knelt on one knee, plunged into the water with a sword, and used pure and majestic spiritual power to forcibly stop the figure that had slipped dozens of feet.
As soon as the sword gas exploded, Zhao Xianger opened the red umbrella.
Wan Dao rapier and dozens of Dao formations blasted onto the umbrella surface at the same time, which also made her holding the umbrella unstable. The umbrella was lifted backwards, threw it away, and fell to the surface of the lake, floating like a canoe.
Zhao Xianger kept waving his sword, shredding the smashing fragments of the road like a mosquito. In the violent hurricane, her figure deftly turned around in the air, and then fell to the ground. On the umbrella handle.
The red umbrella floats like a boat, and the slender handle stands straight in the ribs. Zhao Xianger tapped her toes and stood steadily on the umbrella handle, the embers of the storm blowing her slender hair, and the fluttering white skirt seemed to be a wisp of smoke.
This round of their various methods is almost a pure sword fight.
Ning Changjiu, holding his sword, slowly stood up in the middle of the lake.
He touched his forehead, and there was a trace of blood on it.
The falling lake covered them.
Most of the people by the lake witnessed a fight between gods and immortals for the first time. Although their eyes could not catch the immortal shadow of the immortals, the shocking momentum was the most intuitive and timidly fleeing around. The bold one shouted loudly around the railing by the lake.
The old fisherman slid his oars and kept escaping for his life. He didn't stop until he slipped into the river. He supported his hat with a complicated expression: "It turns out to be a couple of gods... It's just that this temper is too bad. I got a little irritable. Fortunately, His Majesty Zhao Guo is in charge, or else mortals should suffer."
Thinking about this, he took out the silver ingot and bit it, for fear that it was changed by the gods using illusion.
When the heavy rain fell on the lake.
Zhao Xianger jumped down gently, held the umbrella handle with his backhand to prop up, walked to Ning Changjiu's side, and said: "Let's go."
Ning Changjiu nodded gently.
When the lake fell, the two of them had disappeared.
The next moment, they appeared on an empty street in the world at the same time. The water marks on both of them were dry, but their faces were a little pale and tired.
"Ms. Xiang'er's swordsmanship is still so fierce." Ning Changjiu suddenly grasped her umbrella handle and pushed the rapier back into her umbrella.
Zhao Xianger also slowly returned the sword to his sheath.
"You hadn't entered the Profound Realm when I was connected to the immortal, and now you can be evenly matched with me with the might of a sword, and you are also amazing." Zhao Xianger praised sincerely.
Ning Changjiu said: "Don't worry, if you do another sword, my bones will fall apart."
Zhao Xianger glanced at him, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "The way to show the enemy's weakness is not feasible for me."
Ning Changjiu asked: "Where to go next?"
Zhao Xianger said: "Wander around for a while and beat you later."
Ning Changjiu smiled indifferently, Shura Shenlu quickly made up for his trauma, and the principle of yin and yang he had previously realized was repairing his internal injuries. He was sure that his injury would recover her quickly, and he didn't intend to get used to this girl. The moment he recovers from his injury, he will make a bold move.
Zhao Xianger held the umbrella with a calm expression, her fingers in her sleeves were pinching, as if she was also silently calculating the timing of the next shot.
So the two people who are pregnant with ghosts are really like couples, holding umbrellas, and walking slowly through the quiet streets.
Suddenly there was a shout from the other side of the street.
"Go and see! I heard that something happened in Qingjing Lake."
"What happened?"
"It seems that there was a fight from the gods, which almost knocked through the entire lake. I heard the momentum from far away."
"Fairy? What kind of fairy, now your Highness is sitting in front of them and they dare to cause trouble? Isn't this going to be a rebellion? Is there anyone killed or injured?"
"People heard that there was nothing wrong, but they blew up half of the lake to kill fish... to fish for the fish?"
"..."
Zhao Xianger watched them leave from the corner, and said nothing.
Ning Changjiu smiled: "I heard that Your Highness is going to rebel?"
"Yes, you go to the government to sue me, otherwise you will be punished as a cover." Zhao Xianger replied, "But if an anti-thief like you is caught, he will be stabbed on the street."
Ning Changjiu smiled and asked: "His Royal Highness will come to hijack the car and rescue me then."
Zhao Xianger said coldly: "You can revise the book and enact the sword to Tianzong, and let Lu Jiajia save his dear Xianggong."
Ning Changjiu sniffed his nose, touched the tip of his nose, and said, "Why is there a strange smell?"
Zhao Xianger sneered: "I won't take your jealousy just because you are a fiance."
Ning Changjiu suddenly said: "It turns out to be vinegar."
Zhao Xianger looked stern, and didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked around the corner into an empty street.
"There are so few people here." Ning Changjiu said.
Zhao Xianger said: "This is the west of the city, mostly deserted houses, scattered with some old people. Some days ago, officials were sent to repair, but I don't know what happened. I can take a look at the people's sentiments."
The two walked forward.
The roads are all sycamore trees. In autumn, the palm-sized sycamore leaves fell one by one and piled up the entire road.
At the end of the road, Zhao Xianger caught a falling leaf. She looked at the tree and said: "In half an hour, all the leaves of this tree will wither."
Ning Changjiu shook his head and said: "I don't believe it."
Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "Why don't you see in half an hour?"
Ning Changjiu asked: "What are you betting on?"
Zhao Xianger said: "You said."
Ning Changjiu said: "How about a bet?"
Zhao Xianger knew that he was alluding to Linhe City Madam Bai slapped herself, and he saved herself at that time.
However, he wanted to rely on these past scandals to mess up his own way, he still had a little wishful thinking.
"Whatever." Zhao Xianger was calm.
The two continued to move forward, but stopped at the same time as they passed an empty house.
Zhao Xianger looked at the closed door of the house, frowned and said: "There is something wrong here."
"Well, murderous." Ning Changjiu nodded.
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In the courtyard of the mansion, six beautiful red-dressed dancers were kneeling on the ground, with their heads hanging down and holding a thin steel blade that was neither long nor short in their hands. In front of them, stood a man in black in armor.
"Your back is so straight that it will make people suspect that there is a sword hidden here. When you are playing, you must hide your murderous aura and make yourself believe that you are just a piano girl, and then At the moment when the singing and dancing were full of fun, the blade showed up and killed the woman, understand?"
The admonition of the burly man in black was cold and severe. He was holding a long barbed whip behind his hands. The dancing girls who were kneeling on the ground were silent and afraid to speak.
"Got it..." the scolded woman replied timidly.
The man in black held the whip, provoked the dancer's chin, looked at her face, and said: "I know what you are thinking, do you think this assassination is impossible and meaningless? "
No one dares to respond.
The man in black said: "You women, your eyes are still too short-sighted. Don't look at Zhao Guo. There is no movement, but as soon as they start, you will all become slaves of the subjugated country and be sold into the army barracks of the Zhao army. Prostitutes! Only then will you know what life is better than death! Now obediently, you still have your family to survive!"
"Yes, my lord."
These dancing girl killers obediently knelt down and responded in unison.
They know how powerful this man in black is. According to the rumors, his strength is not even inferior to the famous ghost in colorful clothes. After Caiyigui's death, the man in black gave him no more than four words. Now, they tried every means to get into the country of Zhao, and bought this yard to prepare for the subsequent assassination at the state banquet.
The man in black looked at these six beautiful women. He knew that they were dead from the moment they entered Zhao Country, because with them, it was impossible to assassinate successfully. Their role was just to create chaos. , The ultimate ultimate move is still oneself.
"Keep on practicing." The man in black said.
The six singers and dancers knelt to the ground, and their shadows dispersed. Two of them took out the piano and sat opposite the pipa, and the four stood in the center, standing in a soft dance position.
Singing and dancing began.
The man in black is motionless.
The girl playing the piano noticed something strange and looked at the man in black. After a while, she screamed.
This man in black, who looks like a Raksha in their eyes, has a blood-dipped knife point protruding from his chest. The thick snow is connected to the black clothes. Although it is not clear, the smell of blood is gone. Pungent.
As the girl screamed, the burly man in black fell straight down.
Screams rang out in chaos in the courtyard.
"Someone really wants to rebel." Ning Changjiu looked at the man in black who fell on the ground, and gently shook his head.
Zhao Xianger said: "This is not called rebellion, this is called death."
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "I think you have lived in the deep palace for too long. These people have forgotten your majesty."
They said a few words softly, and these words came into the ears of the six women. They didn't understand the meaning of the words, each of them was shocked, and the blood seemed to be frozen to ice. The scum can't move at all.
This... Is this girl in white clothes, the empress of Zhao?
This absurd scene happened like a nightmare. The last nightmare had fallen on the ground and turned into a corpse, and the real nightmare came quietly, wearing a pure white dress.
"My Majesty, please forgive me!" The woman holding the piano knelt first, knocking her head heavily, her forehead hitting the rough sand on the ground, dripping with blood.
The others also reacted, knelt down in a panic, begging for mercy.
Zhao Xianger ignored their begging for mercy, but said indifferently: "Continue to practice."
After saying this, she passed the crowd and walked into the house behind the yard. The house was full of dust and cobwebs. There was only a bench and a side table.
Zhao Xianger pulled the bench to the table and sat down, leaning against the table, as if this was her throne.
Ning Changjiu understood her meaning and sat down beside her.
The dancers with blood on their foreheads looked at each other, at a loss.
"I will let you continue." Zhao Xianger said.
After finishing this sentence, those dancing girls knew that they were bound to die...
They sat down in despair.
The sad sound of the piano and the sound of a pipa came out, like a funeral.
The dancers' footsteps are also staggering, without any sense of beauty, and their pale faces are full of tears of despair.
Zhao Xianger watched quietly, her expression calm.
Those women felt the last moments of their lives. The girl playing the piano seemed unwilling to die. She played the piano desperately until her fingers were dripping with blood.
In the aftermath of the sound of the piano, the two women playing the piano tremblingly drew straight swords from the back collar of the clothes, while the dancers drew the knives from the thighs under the clothes.
They held their knives, but walked in tremblingly as if rushing to the execution ground. One of the women tripped over her skirt, and one staggered almost directly on the back of the person in front of her.
The clanging sound rang in the shabby room.
The ground is full of broken blades.
"Go to the palace and find the Nocturnal Division. After a year, if you can come out alive, you are qualified to be my sword. If you escape halfway, you will kill you without mercy."
Zhao Xianger said slowly.
The Night Walk Division is the Zhao State assassination organization. It is extremely harsh. Many officials and generals of the Yan State died in their assassination.
After saying this, Zhao Xiang'er closed her eyes and opened it slowly until the dancers were gone.
"Why let them go?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Zhao Xianger was silent for a while, and slowly said: "When I was very young, there were many sisters in Qianyu Palace..."
She paused, and said: "I didn't know until I grew up that they were all dead men prepared for me by my mother. Three years ago, after the civil turmoil in the imperial city, they..."
She did not continue.
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu was slightly puzzled.
Zhao Xiang'er closed her eyes and whispered softly: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while."
Speaking, she leaned over and rested her head directly on Ning Changjiu’s thigh. Her hand was pressed under her cheek and the other on her chest. The slender legs were slightly curled up on the bench. on.
The empress of Zhao State really fell asleep quietly in this dilapidated room.
Ning Changjiu looked at the girl lying on her lap, stretched out her hand and gently covered her hair.
Zhao Xianger breathed evenly, motionless, cute and soft like a kitten.
Ning Changjiu's expression is gentle.
Half an hour later, she woke up leisurely.
The girl stood up casually.
Ning Changjiu went out of the yard with her.
They returned to the previous street.
In the desolate late autumn, the ground is full of fallen leaves.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er raised their heads together and looked at the tree they had made before.
The sycamore tree stands old and its leaves are gone.
"You lost." Ning Changjiu said.
On the bare tree trunk stood a sparrow.
That is the last leaf of the tree before winter comes.
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