Nightfall

The obscure feelings in his body did not arouse Ning's lack of attention. He even thought that the warmth came from behind Moshan Mountain. He just quietly looked at the mottled sword marks between the blue stones on the roof, thinking about the uncle's splashing. Sword-style demeanor, thinking of his helplessness waiting for death at this time, felt a little ashamed and embarrassed.

Waiting for death in despair is a very sad thing. People in this situation are usually silent. At this time, Master Liansheng no longer speaks, rather lacks the interest of nature and does not speak, and the room in the demon hall becomes silent.

Absolutely quiet environment, as Master Linsheng ’s previous bitter memories, it is really terrifying for a long time. There is no sound of wind and no sound of huā grass. Ning Que even heard the sound of expansion and contraction of his lungs. The sound of rubbing my hair felt very miraculous, but I felt terrible.

If he could not clearly feel the soft body of Mo Shanshan, he might really think he had reached the underworld.

Mo Shanshan leaned weakly on his shoulder and asked with haggardness: "Are we going to die?"

Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "It seems so." Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and said, "Why can't you comfort me?"

Ning Que coughed painfully and laughed at herself: "If you can die happy, it's actually comforting."

Mo Shanshan understood what he meant. Later, if he was directly killed by Master Liansheng, he would be happy. If he watched himself eaten like Ye Hongyu, that would be the greatest fear in the world.

Thinking of this, the girl ’s beautiful cheeks suddenly became extremely pale, her long and thin eyelashes twitched slightly, and her thin mouth chún squeezed tightly into a red line. After a long silence, she looked to Ning Que for deep coughing. Deeply frowned into the Sichuan word, his voice trembled and said, "I said in Wang Ting that I like your word."

Ning Que didn't know why the bookworm mentioned this at this time. After a slight startle, he comforted and said with a smile: "I know my own words are good. If I want to see me go out and write a few thousand words for you."

Mo Shanshan smiled slightly and said, "I also said that you like your big dark horse."

Ning Que was stunned for a while, and said with a bitter smile: "That tough guy is really reluctant to give away.

"Lou don't want a **** horse." Mo Shanshan bit down chún gently, as if he made up his mind and said softly: "I do like your character, and I like that **** horse, but I want to tell you another one. thing."

"I like you."

This confession directly turned Ning Que into a piece of wood. He looked at the haggard yet close face, sniffing the faint girl's breath near the nose, and remained silent for a long time, thinking about how to answer.

This was the first time he had been confessed by a stranger in his two lifetimes. This was one of the most pleasant words he heard in his two lifetimes. Although some of them were unfortunately in the dim gate of Mozong Mountain, at the moment of death, but Still sounding as if the willow branches by the lake rubbed lightly, is that lake the Mochi under Mogan Mountain?

The **** the shoulder is the best person in the world no matter the appearance or the state of practice. It is well-known in the world. I do n’t know how many young men secretly adore, but they dare not say anything. In the view of Ning Que, Moshan Mountain is easy to get rid of because of poor eyesight. In addition to being misunderstood and arrogant, I could not pick out the slightest fault.

Regarding the ancestral family or political background, the Tang Dynasty and the Dahe Kingdom have been friends for generations, and the Confucius and the Emperor will be happy to see it. This is a good match.

In terms of interests and hobbies, the two can say that they are like-minded. If they are really in one place, in the long night afterwards, besides the boudoir affairs, they can also blame each other. Is n’t it wonderful?

Is the most important thing to like? Of course I like it. Men ’s likes are sometimes complicated, but most of the time they are very simple. Women like Mo Shanshan who deserve to be loved should of course be liked, as is Ning Que.

Just looking at it and dying in the gate of Mozong Mountain, and still thinking about so many things for so long, he couldn't help but almost laugh when he woke up, but he always felt something was wrong.

This kind of feeling is very strange. Any background and secular things before death are not important, and he asks himself that he really likes this girl as pure as calligraphy, but he is more vigilant about the wrong things in his heart. Like that crucial step, the great beauty was accompanied by great fear.

What is that fear? Ning Que didn't know, he looked at the **** the shoulder, Wu Cuo said: "Sister Shanshan, I love your xìng feelings and looks, including the way of doing things. It's time for reason. I shouldn't ..."

Mo Shanshan's face did not have the usual shame of the girl's confession, but only a gentle and quiet, she knew why Ning Que hesitated, even more clearly than this guy himself, why he hesitated, could not help but sigh gently in the heart.

She leaned softly in his arms and murmured: "In some ways you are really confused. I just want to die and you do not know my affection, but I am not anxious to hear any comfort from you. It ’s not fair to say that anything said at this moment is countless, I just tell you about it. "

Ning Que originally wanted to refute where she was confused, and then thought about it, she was really confused at this time.

Why can't you hold this girl's family in your arms in accordance with 〖True〗 and tell her that I like you too, and then live a good life to make up for the regrets of the next two lives before death, what the **** are you afraid of?

But he felt Mo Shanshan's affection and moved his heart tenderly, and said softly, "Then I know."

Mo Shanshan smiled, closed his eyes slowly, leaned on his arms and said, "That's enough."

In the dark and silent Demon Hall room, the hill where the bones were piled up, the palm of the ghostly old monk gently pressed on the head of a beautiful **** young girl, cold as winter, but in the other of the room In the corner, there are two young men and women who are about to die, hugging each other gently, stealing sī words like small animals, and warm as spring.

This **** and cruel but beautiful picture is palpitation and heart-pounding.

A good feeling does not make this world truly beautiful. It seems to be as warm as spring. In fact, as the night shrouds the mountain outside the Mozong, the light in the room is getting darker, the temperature is getting lower and lower, and the weak Moshan Mountain rests In Ning Que's arms, he was unconscious, and Ning Que, who was extremely injured, also felt that the body's heat was gradually disappearing.

Vaguely remembering the warmth of the previous moment, he raised his head instinctively and looked back at the bluestones on the roof, and suddenly found that the mottled sword marks on the stone at this time did not disappear with the night, but began to glow faintly.

Uncle Xiaoshi's sword slashed all the powerful men of the Devil Sect, and the blood on the sword and then the stone wall eventually became the ghost fire today? But Ning Que clearly remembered that things like ghost fire should be left over from rotting corpses and could not be maintained for too long.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the increasingly clear sword marks on the roof, gradually looking at his mind, and once again used to use Yongzi eight methods to solve, even forgot his injury and cough.

The mottled sword marks glowing in the dark flames began to decompose into dense light, and then turned around in the field of vision, as if lying on the grassland looking at the stars above the head, beautiful and peaceful.

Suddenly, Ning Que felt a hint of warmth in his body. This time he did not allow this feeling to pass, but he didn't bet too much attention, but just realized and enjoyed it carefully.

The sword marks on the roof stone flowed according to a certain rule in the field of vision. The warmth seemed to correspond to it, and began to flow in his body, from the wrist to the neck, and the place was warm and comfortable.

Ning Que was in a trance at this moment, subconsciously chasing the warmth and trying to disperse the coldness on his body. Correspondingly, his eyes also moved slowly above the sword marks, and the marks gradually imprinted in his sea of ​​knowledge.

Those sword marks entered his eyes, into his body, and turned into a warm airflow, through his wrists and many joints, into his internal organs and six internal organs, and became a kind of substantial existence, urging him indifferently. stand up. The sword meaning in those traces is that pride. How can we allow this despair to surrender in the face of death?

Hand is, Ning Que stood up.

He looked up quietly at the sword marks on the roof, as if he didn't know he had stood up.

Mo Shanshan awakened from the faint mí and looked at him standing silently in shock, not knowing what happened.

Ning Que looked up at the sword marks quietly with his head up. I do n’t know how long he looked at it. The pupils of his eyes gradually became darker and darker, but it was so transparent and transparent. Looking inward seemed to see the endless abyss. .

With a loud clatter, he slowly withdrew Park Sword behind him.

He looked at the sword marks flying diagonally forward on the roof, and took a step forward with his right foot.

He looked at a short, clumsy, straight mark in the corner, and his left knee fell down.

He looked at a flexible round mark on the opposite wall, suddenly turned around, and then cut it out with a knife.

The blade is buzzing, the air between the blades is rushing forward, and the wind is strong in the quiet room ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I do n’t know when the old monk woke up and looked at it indifferently, eating two consecutive meals Dao's pure blood and flesh, his cheeks became fuller, and the vitality in his thin body had become extremely vigorous.

Ning Que was dancing a knife in the corner of the room at this time. He focused on the mottled sword marks on the walls and the roof. He kept waving the Piao knife in his hand. He could not notice the rest of his body. He seemed to have inexplicably entered deep meditation. .

The old monk felt that the breath in the sword marks on the surrounding walls was gradually passing away, and then poured into the young body, and his indifferent eyes suddenly became fanatical and resentful, and shrieked: "You are dead. You stay Do you still want to live again under the broken sword? "

The cheeks of the old monk who had just been plump suddenly collapsed, and his right hand, like a ghost's claws and a dead branch, was pointed away from the unpredictable Ning Que, and it looked like he was going to kill the other without losing his blood.

Mo Shanshan reacted first, forcibly supporting his weak body, reaching for a few hard objects in his honor.

Ye Hongyu, who had been bowing his head under the old monk's dry palm and seemed to be dead, suddenly raised his head, his hands on the broken bone trembling slightly, and the stubbornness of deciding to give up in the cold eyes. ! .