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In the body the vague feeling has not caused Ning Que too to pay attention much, he even thinks that [say / way] warm from behind Mo Shanshan, he calmly looks at the motley sword mark between roof blue stones, is thinking when the past small Martial Uncle splash sword intent natural bearing, is thinking the helplessness that this time waited for death, thought somewhat ashamed lost face.
Waits for death desperately is a very sad matter, will be in the people in this region to be regularly silent, at this time Lian Sheng Grandmaster will no longer speak, interest that Ning Que naturally has not spoken, in the demon palace room will become a deathly stillness piece.
The environment of absolutely quiet, just like Lian Sheng Grandmaster formerly such of hatred recollection, the duration grew was truly terrifying, not having the sound of wind not to have the sound of flowers and plants, Ning Que even faintly to hear the sound of oneself lungs expansion contraction, heard the sound of oneself hair friction, thought that is very mysterious, thinks quite fearfully.
If cannot feel the Mo Shanshan pleasantly warm body clearly, perhaps he thinks really one arrived at the ghostdom.
Mo Shanshan by his shoulder, extremely asked weakly thinly and pale: „Were we dying?”
After Ning Que silent moment, said: „Probably is this.”
Mo Shanshan is slightly pressed the black ink eyebrow, said: „Why can't comfort me?”
Ning Que coughed painfully two, self-ridiculed that said with a smile: „to one's heart's content that if can die, comforts actually.”
Mo Shanshan understands that his these words are any meaning, if later were killed by Lian Sheng Grandmaster directly returns to one's heart's content but actually, if like Ye Hongyu looks helplessly one were eaten, that is the society biggest fear.
Read and this, the young girl beautiful cheeks of suddenly became extremely pale, the long and sparse eyelash shivered slightly, light lip tight sip has become a red line, silent after long time, she looked to Ning Que because of coughing, but deeply wrinkled the Sichuan character the brow, the sound trembled saying: „I had said in Royal Court I like your character.”
Ning Que does not know why the bookworm will mention this matter at this time, after is startled slightly, comforts said with a smile: „I know my character good, to look that I exit to inscribe several thousand characters to look to you.”
Mo Shanshan shows a faint smile, said: „I had added likes your Big Black horse.”
Ning Que gawked staring, the forced smile said: „That stubbornly disobedient fellow has not hated to see somebody off.”
„I do not want the Big Black horse.” Mo Shanshan nips the lower lip gently, as if sets firm resolve to say generally in a soft voice: „I truly like your character, likes that Big Black horse, but I want to tell you am another matter.”
„I like you.”
This confession made Ning Que turn into a blockhead directly, he looks at the near at hand thin and pale actually still beautiful face, smelled in nearly in the light young girl body rest/breath of tip of the nose, silent long time, pondered how should reply.
This is in his two lifetime first time by the opposite sex confession, this is one of most interesting to listen to words his two lifetime hear, although somewhat was a pity that in the dim Devil Sect Shanmenli, in that moment that the death soon arrives, but still sound of interesting to listen to lakeside willow branch gently friction as if, that lake but ink pool under Moganshan?
Regardless of the young girl of shoulder bank personality appearance or the Cultivation boundary is in society first-rater, famous, does not know that many young man admires in secret actually feels inferior does not dare saying that looks like in Ning Que, because except that Mo Shanshan look not good, thus is easy is mistaken as the clear aloof arrogant beside, cannot pick up slightly the problem unexpectedly.
On the sect gate family background or the political background, Tang Country and River Country generation is on good terms, Master and emperor think that can Le Jianqi the matter, this is matches naturally good. The person of same belief who on the interest hobby, two people can say on has a common goal, if in one, long night may also splash ink besides the boudoir sexual intercourse really in the future shoulder to shoulder enjoys mutually, how could it not be wonderful?
What is most essential is likes? Naturally is likes, liking of man is very sometimes complex, but is very most of the time simple, so is worth liking the female who like Mo Shanshan, naturally should be liked, Ning Que also so.
Then must die in the Devil Sect Shanmenli shortly, but also having a mind thought such a long time these many matters , after he awakes the god has come, nearly cannot help laughing, always thought where at heart has not to suit.
This feeling is very strange, the matter of beforehand any background common custom is at the point of death unimportant, moreover he engages in introspection truly very much likes this like the writing pure young girl, even more is actually vigilant in the heart that wipes does not suit, then before likely is fascinated, must tread that key one, greatly wonderful is accompanying the enormous fear.
What is that fear? Ning Que do not know, the young girl who he looks at the shoulder bank, not handles saying: „Sister Shanshan, I likes your personality appearance very much, including the handling matters way, according to the truth at this time, I should not......”
On the after face of Mo Shanshan does not have young girl vindicating, usual charming, is only one piece temperate tranquil, she knows why Ning Que hesitates, why even is clearer than he to hesitate this fellow, gently sighed in the heart the sound.
She by in his bosom, muttered gently in a low voice said: „You is very silly in some aspects. I do not want then dead you not to know that my cordiality, actually anxiously does not consider from your here hears anything to comfort, any words that this time you spoke do not make the number not to be unfair, I told you this matter.”
Where Ning Que wants to refute itself to be muddled, changes mind thinks that this time somewhat was truly muddled.
Why cannot hug this miss family according to the real regard in the bosom, told her me also to like you, under was quite then gentle one before dying made up for second the regret, what were oneself fearing?
But he felt that the Mo Shanshan cordiality, a heart piece is moved mildly, said in a soft voice: „I knew.”
Mo Shanshan satisfies the smile, closes eye slowly, by in his bosom, said: „That this sufficed.”
Hill center that in the dark silent demon palace room, that bone corpse pile becomes, such as the ghost old monk palm presses gently in a whole body is the beautiful young girl top of the head of blood, like the winter, however in another corner of room, two soon will welcome the young men and women of death to support coldly gently, talked in whispers like the small creature, is as warm as in spring.
This bloody brutal actually beautiful picture, made the person palpitation and heart movement.
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The happy feeling cannot make this world true be happy, seems like is as warm as in spring, in fact covers the mountain peak outside Devil Sect along with the dark night, the ray in room is getting more and more dark, the temperature is getting more and more low, weak Mo Shanshan by remains unconscious in the Ning Que bosom, is injured extremely heavy Ning Que also to feel that the quantity of heat of body is vanishing gradually.
Remembers indistinctly formerly some quarter warmth, in his instinct gained ground, looks again to roof these blue stones, the discovery these motley sword marks on stone have not vanished along with the dark night suddenly at this time, but starts to spill over the spooky brilliance.
Small Martial Uncle did the sword cut the Devil Sect powerhouse in the past, on the sword on the cruentation stone wall turns into today's ghost flame again finally? But Ning Que remembers clearly ghost flame this type of thing should be remaining that the carrion leaves behind, moreover could not maintain too for a long time is.
He narrows the eye to look at the roof these more and more clear sword mark, being enthralled that looks at gradually, routinely goes to the solution with the eight basic strokes again, has forgotten injury unexpectedly quite the same as, has forgotten the cough.
Flood the motley sword mark of spooky brilliance is starting to decompose the dense gassed thread, then the turnover in the field of vision gets up, as if lies down on grassland looks at the top of the head completely the arched stars, is beautiful and peaceful.
Suddenly, Ning Que felt in the body to be many warm feeling, this time he did not have, whatever this feeling passed, has not actually concentrated on too many attention, but realized and is enjoying carefully.
The sword mark on room capstone relies on some rule circulation in the field of vision, that warm feeling seems to be corresponding with it, starts to past in his body, arrives at the necks from the wrists, a place visited piece mild comfortable.
Ning Que the state of mind is somewhat absent-minded at this time, in subconsciousness is pursuing these warm, wants to scatter chill in the air, is corresponding his vision with it also the slow migration above these sword marks, these trace gradually brand marks in his Sea of Consciousness.
These sword marks enter his eye pupil, enters his body, turns into the warm air current, across his wrists|skills and many joints, enters his viscera, turns into some substantive existence, urged indifferently he stands. Sword meaning that in these traces contains is pride like that how can allow to surrender in the death front in light of this desperately in light of this?
Therefore, Ning Que has stood.
He raises head calmly looks at the roof the sword mark, as if do not know one have stood.
Mo Shanshan awakens from the stupor, shock looks to stand speechless before body he, does not know that had anything.
Ning Que raises head calmly looks at the sword mark, does not know how long looked , the eye pupil gradually becomes more and more black, is actually like that transparent clear, looked as if to see the endless abyss toward in unexpectedly.
zeng, after he left slowly plain and simple blade.
He looks that the roof flies up at angle the sword mark together forward, the right foot treads forward one step.
He looks in the corner together the clumsy and ingenuous and straightforward short sword mark, the left knee layer on layer frustrates downward.
He looks on the opposite wall together the pliable but hard to break clear sword mark, turns around suddenly, then a blade chops.
The knife point buzzes, the air between knife points welcomed the front to open, in lonesome and quiet room fresh breeze writings.
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When does not know, the old monk woke, looks at that side indifferently, with gluttony ** slurps two Dao Maniac pure flesh and blood continuously, his double cheek is gradually abundant, the vitality in skinny body already became extremely exuberant.
Ning Que fly cutter in the room corner, he looks at the motley sword mark of wall and roof at this time dedicated, keeps wielding plain and simple blade in hand, could not realize that around the body other things, resembled unexpectedly entered in-depth meditation inexplicably.
The old monk was feeling on all around wall the aura in sword mark the faint trace is passing gradually, then fills to pour into the young body, the indifferent eye pupil becomes the frantic hatred gets up suddenly, the sad and shrill keenly blowing said: „You died. Does the broken sword that you leave behind also want to live again?”
The old monk was just abundant the solid double cheek to undercut suddenly, such as the devil claw deadwood right hand separates the spatial distant directional still forgets lost Ning Que, looked that the appearance does not hesitate to consume the essence and blood also to unexpectedly vertical execute the opposite party.
Mo Shanshan responded first that was supporting the weak body forcefully, put out a hand behind to get hold of several hard objects.
Has lowered the head Ye Hongyu that silent as if already died to gain ground under the old monk dry palm suddenly, supports both hands on broken bone to shiver slightly, in the cold eye pupil gushes out certainly definitely from abandoned gruff ruthless meaning.
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