Wearing a book with white moonlight, the sick villain can be a wolf and milk!

Chapter 172 Dream

Ning Yinzhu had a dream in a daze.

It was a continuation of the last dream. After Ning Qianqiu was rescued and returned to the pavilion in Changyanyu, he sat opposite Qin Sangyao.

Qin Sang looked at him from a distance.

Ning Qianqiu finally poured a cup of tea and said to him.

"Ayao, I...I misjudged you at the beginning, so I'm relieved to leave Aning to you."

Qin Sang lowered his eyes, and then his eyes were very bright, and his beautiful finger bones were stained with blood.

Ning Qianqiu didn't know that when he fell asleep for three days, Qin Sangyao also endured for three days before restraining his poison.

"I never thought that Aning would marry someone else, and she could only be mine."

is my sweetheart.

However, there were fewer mobs gathering, Qin Sangyao looked at Ning Qianqiu and said.

"Master Ning, you go back, here... the situation."

Qin Sangyao didn't finish what he said next, and Ning Qianqiu could guess what it was.

So he told the emperor and teacher that among the Eight Great Families, Ning Qianqiu won a battle, and no one would say that he returned home after returning from illness.

The sky was dim, making people feel oppressed and silent. The cold ice and the fabric of the corpse were intertwined, making it extremely cold.

When Ning Qianqiu came back, it was snowing heavily.

Ning Yinzhu sat in Zhiyue Pavilion leaning against the stove, and then couldn't help throwing herself down beside Ning Qianqiu, her voice trembling.

"Daddy...Daddy!"

Ning Qianqiu rubbed Ning Yinzhu's head and said dully.

"Ah Ning, Daddy is back."

"I miss you so much!"

"Me too." Ning Qianqiu looked at the little girl who had been doted on since she was a child, and now she is more and more agile.

"Daddy's only concern is Aning."

Ning Yinzhu pulled Ning Qianqiu's robe and asked again.

"What about the little man! Is the little man back?"

Ning Yinzhu's heart tightened, and she continued to look behind.

Ning Qianqiu was silent, then looked at Ning Yinzhu, held her hand, and said.

"Ayao, he won't come back for the time being, the emperor still keeps him."

Ning Yinzhu was even more worried, tears fell from her cheeks, and asked.

"He, is he doing well?"

Ning Qianqiu rubbed Ning Yinzhu's head and said.

"He was the one who saved Dad, and he should come back when the Demon Cult is all gone."

The three cities have taken back the two cities from the Demon Sect, Qin Sangyao and Shen Qingyi stood together, looking into the distance.

He sits in the city, and every day he continues to fight with the emperor and teacher, if he is stronger.

Qin Sangyao's eyes flickered, he was so strong that all the forces were prostrate at his feet, his power was comparable to the imperial palace where the Demon Cult and the Emperor Teacher were located.

His hand stroked the dark dove ring. This is a person under his command. Although they are good, they are not enough, not enough.

For the last stop, go to the head of Cangshan Mountain and die in Bishuitan.

Many monsters and magicians have been killed.

Qin Sang was hiding his clumsiness, so the title of the famous number one hero fell on Shen Qingyi.

When Ning Yinzhu was in Huaqing, she saw Gunan and the colorful clouds all over the sky.

The raised sail landed on the map of the world of cultivating immortals.

In the 12th year of Shangle Space Dynasty, the history of the first war between the three cities of the Demon Cult was rewritten.

Emperor Kong Zeyi and the Rong family, Chu family, Zhao family and Ning family fought back.

Shen Qingyi with a sword cultivation base, and Qin Sangyao who broke through the city alone and alone.

The snow is falling, and the emperor wants Qin Sang to go to the dynasty.

Qin Sangyao looked at the few people on the stage, and politely declined.

The emperor's pupils dimmed.

Liu Qianlin couldn't help but hammered the seat again and laughed.

He looked up at Qin Sangyao.

Stepping out, just walking out, it was raining heavily all over the world, and the rain was very cold in the winter's chill.

Pierce like a knife.

Liu Qianlin walked out holding an umbrella, dressed in brocade robes.

He raised his hand, and the effect of controlling Nianjue Wan in Qin Sangyao's body surfaced again.

Qin Sangyao couldn't help his heart fluttering, and a surge of force was unbearable.

Liu Qianlin smiled on her white and tender face like a child's, and raised his whip to hit him behind him.

A few servants also use his sword.

Qin Sangyao's hands were bleeding, and he couldn't get rid of Nianjuewan's poison no matter how self-destructive it was, so he could only endure it.

This must be changed, changed...

My head is broken, it hurts, it hurts so badly, life is worse than death.

Qin Sangyao gritted his teeth and watched Liu Qianlin continue to wave.

He called some people and dragged Qin Sangyao into a dark room.

The gold wheel frame also flashed, Qin Sangyao's heart clenched tightly.

no--

That whip is a whip with a black iron hook chain, which penetrates to the bone and marrow, and this round of gold frame draws blood for blood test——

Qin Sangyao stood up and hit Liu Qianlin's arm again.

With bloodshot eyes, he stopped Liu Qianlin's movements.

"If you are moving, there is no guarantee that my pawn will do something."

"You still have girl love." Liu Qianlin sneered, and then slowly retracted it.

Qin Sang stepped out.

When he was about to leave the door, Liu Qianlin took an arrow and shot behind him.

After hitting the original wound, Qin Sangyao spit out blood.

He had countless wounds all over his body, including knife wounds and whip marks controlled by Nian Jue Wan.

"The sword at the top of the city was mine." Liu Qianlin narrowed his eyes.

"You're just a running dog, remember."

But this dog seems to have other powers, which is interesting...

Qin Sangyao snapped off the arrow and looked back coldly.

He is heading towards Huaqing.

He was too tired, so he didn't think about washing off the blood.

The sky is full of snow, flowers, trees and silver flowers, and the eaves are three feet.

Ning Yinzhu put her hand in the stove and saw a person walking towards her.

With the cold air on her face, Ning Yinzhu saw Qin Sangyao, who was covered in blood, but only had bright eyes, and was still young.

her teenager.

came back--

"Thank you for the banquet."

You're back.

Ning Yinzhu pounced on Qin Sangyao, feeling the coldness all over his body, and desperately touched Qin Sangyao's cheek.

Her voice was trembling, Qin Sangyao walked up to Ning Yinzhu and fell down.

Ning Yinzhu touched his back and pursed her lips.

"Bitter, I'm back." Qin Sangyao took out a hairpin from his arms and gave it to Ning Yinzhu.

"Give you……"

Ning Yinzhu held the hairpin and saw Qin Sangyao raised his eyes, the blood in his eyes was extremely bright.

"A Ning, Qin Sangyao is the best here, I love you."

Ning Yinzhu nodded, looking at Qin Sangyao's appearance, it was like seeing Qin Sangyao for the first time again.

That's when he was still thin, weak, delicate and gloomy.

Qin Sangyao was covered in blood and fell on Ning Yinzhu's shoulder.

Young Lord, Ning Yinzhu's fair, bloodless face was streaming with tears.

She carried Qin Sangyao to the bed and called Ning Qianqiu.

Ning Qianqiu checked Qin Sangyao's veins with his hands behind his back, channeled some spiritual energy for him, and then sighed heavily.

"This kid has a hard life. If it's later, his shoulder will be disabled. It needs to be recuperated."

"Daddy." Ning Yinzhu frowned, looking at Qin Sangyao who was lying on the bed, and asked.

"Ask Daddy to let me be with him, okay?"

Ning Qianqiu looked at Ning Yinzhu's serious and determined face, and finally nodded.

Ning Yinzhu showed a little joy, and saw Ning Qianqiu took out the treasured medicine and gave it to Qin Sangyao.

Qin Sangyao's stunning face was pursed and his lips were still cold and arrogant. Ning Yinzhu sat on one side, holding his hand tightly.

The snow outside did not know how long it had been falling again, Ning Yinzhu looked at the flowers in the yard still exuding a fragrance in the bitter winter.

She changed Qin Sangyao's clothes one by one, and wiped his face with a handkerchief.

Ning Yinzhu lowered her head, her hair fell on Qin Sangyao's cheek.

A pair of clear eyes stared at him.

Suddenly, Ning Yinzhu felt that her wrist was being grabbed, Qin Sang looked at her from a distance, with a soft smile on her face, and said.

"Aning, kiss me."

Ning Yinzhu's eyebrows immediately showed joy, and then kissed Qin Sangyao's forehead, and brought Qin Sangyao a bowl of porridge from the small kitchen.

Qin Sangyao was wearing single clothes, and the light in his eyes always made people intoxicated.

Ning Yinzhu felt that Qin Sangyao, who was not enlightened before, was a piece of cold jade. If he was emotional, the rippling eyes would make his legs weak at a glance.

This face is really impressive, like a work of art, with long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, and a clear jaw line.

After Qin Sangyao drank the porridge, he refused to let Ning Yinzhu go, closed his eyes, and murmured.

"cold……"

Ning Yinzhu hugged him and said.

"Xiao Lang-jun is not cold."

Qin Sangyao hugged Ning Yinzhu's waist tightly, Ning Yinzhu looked at his black hair, and suddenly felt that the little milk cub had returned.

"Brother Ziyan?" Ning Yinzhu joked.

The corners of Qin Sangyao's mouth were raised high, and his eyes were raised with a smile, and he clasped the back of Ning Yinzhu's neck with his palm, and said.

"Aning."

Qin Sangyao touched the little girl's forehead, and then refused to let him go.

He slowly stroked Ning Yinzhu's palm with his hand, and with a slight look in his eyes, he immediately kissed Ning Yinzhu's neck.

Ning Yinzhu shrunk her head in embarrassment, then looked at Qin Sangyao and smiled.

With a clear smile, he pursed his lips, and his eyes shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)