Nightfall

The sky clears ... The morning light gradually begins ... Wakeable and edible beasts walk among the cold-resistant plantations, shaking off the snow on the branches, revealing the true colors of the yellow and black branches, and having more colors and anger on the vast snowfield However, looking at the monkey bottle blood stains that were gradually buried by snowflakes outside the account, the girl's face was still pale:

Moshan Mountain in Mogan Mountain has not killed people, and Moshan Mountain in the wasteland began to kill people, but she has not killed Baiji people. For the people of Haotian in the Central Plains, the people in the temple are of course their own people:

Her teacher is a shrine guest, she believes in Haotian, she is ordered to enter the wasteland to investigate the enemy's situation, but in the dark night of yesterday, she killed three deacon of the shrine ruling division. M

Mo Shanshan was not afraid, but was somewhat at a loss, and was mentally unable to accept the fact that she was stunned for the middle of the night and still failed to understand why the situation at that time would develop into this look, and why Ning Que started to fight back, Naturally, she burned the ruling director to the light gray with the sky-burning character, but she didn't think about anything at all.

Ning Que, holding a bowl of broth, squatted in front of the tent and drank happily. The corpses of the black deacon not far from the tent clearly had no effect on his appetite:

His eyes fell on Mo Shanshan's pale cheeks, noticing that her usual indifferent eyes were a bit fragile and helpless at the moment. The mad figure understood something and stood up to take comfort and said: "Some things are done and done And regret it later, it does n’t make any sense except to make yourself more mentally burdened. "

Mo Shanshan shook his head slowly, his beautiful eyelashes flickered slightly, looked at his eyes, and said seriously: "Reflections can save us from doing something wrong in the future, or do you think you don't think you need reflections?"

"If it's the inexplicable battle last night ..."

Ning Que shrugged, drank the last broth left in the bowl, and then said, "Of course, I don't need to reflect on it. I don't care if they are important people in the temple ruling division. I only know that they want to kill me. Then my counterattack is naturally justified. "

He then added one sentence very seriously: "The three adjudicators are weaker than us, but they killed us and died in our hands. This is an IQ problem. And if we are still killed by them, it belongs to Emotional intelligence problems, the former is called stupid and has a medicine doctor, the latter is called stupid and there is no rule of law. "

Listening to such vulgar words, Mo Shanshan could not help frowning, thinking back to the fighting scene last night, and explained to the deceased very seriously: "The Fan Cage Dao Law is similar to the Heaven and Earth Yuan, the airlock or the Tianluozhen passive way. Technique, yesterday the three deacons did not want to kill you immediately, but just wanted to subdue you. "

"But the man immediately wanted to abolish my cultivation."

Ning Que reminded with a smile: "I haven't been beaten by others and then take the habit of reasoning, as I said before, this and emotional intelligence mental retardation can't be ruled by law."

Mo Shanshan said very seriously: "I am shaking, I will certainly not let you be beaten by someone:"

This very common sentence reveals the self-confidence that the stock takes for granted. The girl killed the deacon of the temple ruling division with a trance, which does not mean that she will think that the deacon is stronger than herself.

This may be a bit unpleasant to many young and passionate young men with a little bit of shelter, but Ning Que looked at her bright eyes, but felt a little moved, because of the inexplicable tension.

In order to get rid of this tension as quickly as possible, he shook his head and said: "Even if these deacon clerics can't deal with us, but what about the pair of barren mothers and children? When they want to kill, do you stop or stop?"

Ning Que looked at the girl and said with a smile: "You have a good heart, of course, it is impossible to watch the orphans and widows being bullied by others. Besides, we have eaten so much dried meat, how can we be embarrassed not to kill a few people?"

Mo Shanshan's eyes were drooping, and he looked at the toes sticking out of the thick cotton skirt. He didn't know what to say to this guy. I thought you and I were not afraid of the people in the temple, but how did you say it from your mouth and kill How many shrines adjudicated the deacon as if he had hit two yellow sheep on the road?

The girl murmured softly, "But they are the people of the temple."

When cleaning the body last night, Ning Que drew a badge from the black clothes of the deacon secretary who was split in half by himself. Mo Shanshan determined the identity of the black deacon, it seems to be the family of an important person in the temple. . However, Ning Que is not afraid, because as long as there is no evidence of this and things, no one will take him.

Although he generally believes in Haotian like everyone in the world, he has lived away since childhood, used to see many ugliness, and struggled for survival at the bottom, so he did not have too deep awe of the temple and the legendary place, and later recovered Changan Cheng entered the academy, and was irritated by the pride and narcissism in that mountain for a long time, and his awe was even weaker.

Because of the double encounter with the Longqing prince in Chang'an City, his little maid said that the prince was really beautiful. At that time, his gentle expression seemed to care less, but in fact it was already unhappy, but also because of the **** battle between the meadows Therefore, nowadays Ning Que not only has no awe at the temple, but is extremely hostile.

So killing the deacon of the three temple ruling divisions, for him, is not much different from killing the three-headed yellow sheep, nor does it cause any psychological shock, mental suddenness, or even the intention to see the girl look good s face.

He looked at Mo Shanshan's innocent and helpless expression with his head down, subconsciously wanting to reach out to poke the lovely swollen pink cheeks, and suddenly remembered the identity of the other's bookworm, forcibly collected his impulse, and said with relief: After a while I will dispose of the body, I am very good at this matter, then no one knows this matter.

Unfortunately, there is only one academy in the world, and only the academy can teach students like Ning Que. Although Mo Shanshan is a famous bookworm, he still has no way to smile at the temple name like he does.

Looking at the still-silent girl, Ning Que shook her head and said with a smile: "Do n’t forget what happened on the meadow, your younger brother was actually killed by the people of the temple ruling division, but they You do n’t have to do it yourself, so from the simplest emotional level, you should not lean towards them. "

"Who is bad for you, you should be bad for whom, the temple is bad for you, then their life and death are not your business, and you have never seen the barren before, why should you help the temple to kill the barren? The deserted man traveled a long distance south, and the eldest sister did not say that you saw a knife like a ghost and chopped it, but took a piece of meat for you to eat. At this time, she was cooking broth for you ... After a thousand years of eating What is this meat called? This is called fate. "

Ning Que raised her arm, patted her shoulder gently, looked back at the tent and smiled and said, "Thank you, big sister."

When the tent was lifted, the grotesque woman carried a bowl of broth and a few coarse grain cakes, and looked at him and nodded and smiled, saying, "Last night, thank you for being."

The desolate body is special, and the skin is extremely hard. Last night, the black deacon Dao sword wounded the woman ’s shoulder. The force of Haotian Shenhui attached to the wound was eliminated by Mo Shanshan's Shi Fu.

The dark-skinned barren little boy hid in the curtain, looking at the two young Central Plains men and women curiously, and asked, "You are both Central Plains, why do you want to help us kill those Central Plains?"

Ning Que raised her eyebrows slightly, and Da Yi said awe-inspiringly: "Because we are good Central Plains people."

The barren little boy scratched his head in confusion, and it seemed that he did not understand what a good Central Plains man was. When the veteran called the tribe to a meeting before the Southward Move, he did not seem to have said such a term.

Suddenly he thought of something the elder had said, suddenly realized that he patted his forehead, looked at Ning Que and said, "The elder said that you Zhongyuan people like infighting the most, is this called infighting?"

Listening to this, Mo Shanshan couldn't help feeling that his cheeks were slightly hot, and he didn't know how to respond.

Ning Que did not take it seriously at all, and patted the head of the little boy with laughter and curse.

With Ning Que ’s strong demands and perseverance, he finally succeeded in allowing the girl to join the work of ruining the corpse, not because he had a perverted hobby of wanting to see the girl facing the corpse ’s pale body and shaking, but him Now I feel more and more that Mo Shanshan is really an untouchable girl. Although he has such a great reputation in the world, it is still a quiet little flower by the Mochi. It can't stand the wind and rain at all. He couldn't count on how much she could help herself on the road, or even dragged her.

In his life experience, dealing with corpses is the second fastest way to help a ignorant girl mature as soon as possible. As for the best method, he hopes he will never think of it again in his life.

The big dark horse carried a heavy suitcase and dragged countless things resentfully, accompanied the young men and women to the woodland deep in the snowfield, behind the tight pith, a complete body was on the ground, Two incomplete corpses that no longer bleed, and a large bundle of stone grass that has been plucked with annihilation marks.

Mo Shanshan walked silently in front, the cotton skirt was wet by snow, but she was unaware, because she had not escaped from the complex and sad emotions, and went deep into the blood to Haotian since childhood. Awe, the respect for the temple can be easily erased with a few words. Although she feels that Ning Que's previous statement seems very reasonable, she still feels that this matter is very wrong in some places.

For a girl who has been sitting in Mo Chi for more than ten years without asking about the world, the difficulty of transforming the world view is second only to the difficulty of transforming the love concept. Ning Que looked at her back and felt a little helpless and tired.

Walking on the desolate snowfield, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to Chang'an City, which was relatively far from the Antarctic, back to the shop in the alley, and onto the little black maid, silently thinking if it was Sang Sang How simple it is, Sang Sang will never doubt anything he says.

Of course, Sang Sang's world view, life view, love view, money view, diet view, life and death view are his views:

A few fat tree rats looked at the picture under the tree cautiously, and the pits formed today are piled with several human bodies, and the slight **** smell makes them a little uneasy.

Ning Que threw the large bunch of stone grass stained with snow into the pit, looking at the pale but still serious face of Deacon Black, gently napping his right foot, and after a moment of silence, he said seriously: "The temple needs to be awesome The academy also needs to be awed. The backyard of my academy wo n’t be able to enter the world, but since I have entered the wilderness this time, I will wait to represent the academy ’s face. However, as I have seen along the way, the world does not seem to awe me.

He turned to look at Mo Shanshan and said with a smile: "If my second brother was shouted and killed by the temple ruling, guess what would he do? He would definitely not kill as few people as I did:"

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, thinking about the rumored Mr. Eryuan Academy who was extremely proud, and said, "So what will he do? Would he kill Dao Chi or Longqing Prince?"

"Brother Er, of course, wouldn't do that. How could there be Dao or Longqing in his eyes?"

Ning Que smiled and shook his head, saying: "According to what I know about him, he may kill Taoshan directly and go to the ruling department to find the great priest's trouble. His idol is uncle Xiao, if not the master Yan, I'm afraid I've been looking for people to go to trouble long ago. Looking for this harmony, why is there no reason to take advantage of it? "

Mo Shanshan stared at him blankly, wondering what kind of weirdo live on the second floor of the college?

"I don't have such strength and confidence. However, glory is my destiny. If anyone dares to ignore the existence of my college, I will not hesitate to take this little life to fight." Ning Que is silent and looking at the sky ... the tone can't be said. Feeling Xiao Suo ... and with a moment of determination, if at this time a teardrop can drip from the corner of the eye or a snowflake floats on his eyelashes, the picture will be more handsome.

Mo Shanshan accompanied him along the way. Although he was not as familiar as his old friend, he also knew that this person was a bit rogue. At this moment, he suddenly said this powerful words, and he was inevitably moved. .

She stared at his face seriously, thinking for a long time in silence, still not sure about her judgment, the voice was very small and very unconfident asked: "Are you lying or telling jokes?"

Ning Que laughed and looked at her and said, "Since there is no reason to deceive you, of course it is just a joke."

Mo Shanshan frowned slightly, like a precious Zihao Xifeng drawing **** the paper, and was extremely dissatisfied.

Ning Que smiled slightly, looked at her eyes and said seriously: "But seriously, I never think that the temple is qualified to exercise will on behalf of Hao Tian, ​​who can prove that Hao Tian engraved them to represent them? Maybe we are The people selected by Haotian need the bright justice of the world to maintain. Therefore, if we encounter such disgusting things in the temple in the future, we must refuse to be indifferent.

It is still awe-inspiring style, but this time Mo Shanshan was not confused by him, but looked at his eyes again for a long time, and tried to determine: "This should be ... a joke?"

Ning Que looked at her slightly wrinkled cute little nose and looked at her doubts and nervousness in Muna's eyes. She couldn't help but laughed happily and stretched out a piece of rune paper from her arms. Said it was a lie. "

Mo Shanshan looked at his back and suddenly asked, "Why do you like to tell lies?"

Ning Que didn't turn around and said, "The habit I developed as a child sometimes cannot survive without telling lies:"

Mo Shanshan continued to ask: "What is the purpose of your wasteland? Why do you teach me the dark things? Why do you teach me how to kill? Why do you let me get used to these?"

Simple people ask simple questions, because they are simple and straightforward, so they can pierce countless pieces of silk cotton armor hidden outside, such as jokes or lies, and point directly at the heart of the chest:

These questions are not easy to answer. Ning Que stood in Xuekeng Can silently for a moment, decided to answer honestly, looked back at her and said calmly: "I want to enter the wasteland to do an important thing, grab an important thing, and just like you As I said a few days ago, it's really the critical time to take food. No one will care about my college background. At that time, I can beat me into a dog without saying whether I can take the food.

Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly, waiting for him to finish talking.

Ning Que flicked the piece of rune paper into the snow pit and continued with a very serious tone: "So I need your help:"

Mo Shanshan bowed his head slightly, looked at the snow somewhere, and silently asked a low voice and asked, "What are you going to grab?"

"One of the seven books of heaven."

Ning Que looked at her slightly blinking long eyelashes, feeling the emotional change in her mind at this time, and said: "You agree to join me in the wasteland, I wonder if it is related to this matter:"

Mo Shanshan slowly raised his head to ride, and after a long silence, said softly: "The master told me after knowing this matter. I don't expect to get the Heavenly Books, but I am curious, so I want to take a look."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Curious Sky Books and those who are qualified to grab Sky Books?"

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly, and felt very comfortable and comfortable talking with him, because he seemed to be able to hear what he was saying in his heart, and never thought of himself in other ways.

Ning Que is going to say something.

Mo Shanshan gently shook his head, looking at his eyes and asked seriously: "I didn't tell you, you didn't tell me, then can we be even, not cheating on each other?"

This very simple way of thinking generally only exists in the child-minded world of the mind, but the girl said so naturally, and Ning Que would naturally accept it, and nodded seriously, and even felt relieved. Tone, because he had few friends in the world, he didn't want to be inexplicably missing one.

Then Ning Que looked at her seriously and said, "But your mentality is wrong, and you and I come to the wasteland. If you have the opportunity, you can't miss it, so don't say that you don't dare to hope. If you don't even think about it, Then nothing can really be done. "

Mo Shanshan looked at him and asked seriously: "Is this also an education for me?"

Ning Que smiled a little embarrassedly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ said: "In short, I have calculated, if the two of us can cooperate well, the Prince Longqing will not be able to get us, why not try it?"

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said, "Then try it, but how do you score if you get it?"

"You can copy the copy at that time. You can take it back to Mochi. I will take it back to the academy. Speaking of it, I haven't seen the Confucius and his old man. I grabbed the Tianshu to see the teacher's ceremony. I was very excited when I thought ...

Ning Que said more and more excited.

Mo Shanshan's eyes suddenly flashed a bit of shame, and said, "The copy I want you to copy."

Ning Que waved her hand and Haomai said, "You pick first."

Standing in the snow, the two imagined that the possibility was almost zero, and they both smiled a bit silly.

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