Beyond the Divine States

Zhao Xiang'er lowered his head and sipped his thin lips for a while, but he didn't have a good way: "I can walk by myself, I don't need you... Well, what do you do?" Ning Changjiu squatted down, put her hand on her hand holding the sword, and then broke off her fingers one by one from the handle of the sword. Zhao xianger kept silent. After a little resistance, he grabbed the sword and put it back into the umbrella sheath. Zhao xianger straightened his long hair again, and his other hand was still holding the clothes that had been cut in front of his chest. However, the clothes had been ironed, and now they were more stretched out after they were broken. In addition, Zhao xianger had already taken off his strength, and now it was very difficult to cover up. She bit her lower lip, and there was a little water in her pale eyes. She didn't have the extra spiritual power to remove the palm marks on her face. The burning pain in her left cheek was still like a needle, which greatly hurt her dignity. What's more, there was a man who didn't know what to do. He dared to look at his most embarrassed appearance so close. Her cheek was a little hot, and the great fatigue between her bones pressed her body as if it were stuck to the ground, and she couldn't move. In the dark, the accelerating heart beat became more and more clear. At the moment, her body seemed weak and shaking uncontrollably. The emotion in her heart flowed with the blood and spread to every corner. She thought that this kind of emotion was annoyance. She thought that if it wasn't for the dead Taoist priest's kindness to herself, she would wait until she was healed, We must cut off his hands and feet and dig out his eyes. Ning Changchang didn't know what she was thinking. She just saw her biting her lower lip, her long eyelashes trembling and her cheeks redder. The color of her fingers holding her clothes was pale and trembling, as if she could not support it at any time. Ning didn't wait for the embarrassing scene to happen for a long time. He turned his back and said softly, "come up." There was no response behind her. After a while, Ning Changjiu suddenly felt that something had hit his back. He turned his head slightly, but saw that Zhao xianger's body had fallen over, half leaning on her back. She closed her eyes, her slender eyelashes were still slightly trembling, one hand was powerless, and the other hand was still instinctively grasping the front. She finally lost her spirits and passed out. Ning Changchang sighs gently, rubs open her hand that clenches the front, then turns over her body, and folds her arms on both sides of her neck. When she gets up, she pours forward, carries her back, and then holds her tight and slender leg with both hands, so that it can be wrapped around her waist. Ning long hugged her arm in front of her, and her body tilted a little, which made her not easy to slip. At the moment, their bodies were close to each other, and the original soft curve was squeezed without ups and downs. The soft and strange touch was keenly captured by the senses, and quietly disappeared in the depth of consciousness, and a faint fragrance was soon passed by the strong bloody pressure, Shortness seems like an illusion. Ning long carries her to Ning Xiaoling's side. The comatose younger martial sister couldn't make any protest, so she was bent down by Ning Changjiu and lifted up with her right hand. He walked into the deeper night with his family Linhe City, which used to be sparsely populated, is even colder now. Ning long walked to the door of his home and knocked on the door, which is now known as the "judge government". No one responded. Ning long directly pushed the door in. Ning Qinshui, holding the judge's pen, stood under the eaves at the junction of the house and the yard, looking at him nervously, and said the draft that had been brewing for a long time: "stop first! I bought you out when you worked in that earthen house. Now you have learned all kinds of swordsmanship. The fate of this is related to me. Now the whole city is in danger. You and I always have some friendship between teachers and apprentices. Madam Bai has gone. I'm willing to help you to collect fragmented power, so that the slut can no longer piece together complete power. For a long time, a moment's impulse can't be a great cause. How can there be an eternal enemy in this world? " Ning Changjiu listened to him quietly, then pulled out the umbrella sword on Zhao xianger's back and passed the sword. Ning Changjiu carries two girls on his back and goes on. He walks past Ning Jishui, crosses the threshold and walks into the snow in the courtyard. At the moment when the kingdom of God collapsed and the power of the king of the underworld was broken, the undead rule and the judge's position were also annihilated. After that sword, Ning Zhuoshui, who had almost exhausted his power, opened his eyebrows and turned the ghost into fine quicksand, which scattered in the night“ You will regret it... "Ning Jishui turned his head hard, looked at the silent figure, and said:" all your life in death is just an overdraft. You... Can't escape. " His voice is repressed and unwilling. Every word sounds like a curse to the bone marrow. His last words echoed in the yard for a long time like a prophecy“ I