Beyond the Divine States

"Zhao xianger..."

Ning long thought of her name, weakly called out, and finally raised his hand to fall back to the soft bed.

Zhao xianger put her hand behind her neck and gently gathered her long wet hair. She had just bathed. Now she was wearing a Black Dragon Robe inlaid with gold wire. Her eyebrows were elegant, not stained with powder, and the air was lightly fragrant with plants.

The girl gently put down her pen and walked slowly to the couch. She pinched her neck across the bed curtain of white gauze and said in a soft voice, "I dare to call my name as soon as I wake up. It seems that you want to sleep more?"

Ning long adjusted his breathing, he had no mind to tease the girl, he tried to feel his body, whether it is intact.

Zhao xianger saw that he didn't reply. His eyebrows tilted slightly. His slender jade fingers lifted the curtain and stretched his hand toward his neck.

The hand has not yet touched himself, but Ning long felt a chill in his neck. He quickly opened his eyes, saw the girl's cold face, and felt an inexplicable but real sense of killing. He tried to shrink back, thinking that people were under the eaves and had to bow his head. He said, "thank you for saving your life."

Zhao xianger snorted coldly, released Hua claw's fingers, tucked in the quilt for him, and then sat down by the bed.

"How is your body?" She asked.

Ning long can clearly feel that there is something left forever, the empty feeling is difficult to make up, only makes people sour.

"Not bad." Ning Changjiu said, "just live."

Zhao xianger asked: "I am very curious, how did you escape the thunder?"

In her cognition, even if she holds a red umbrella, she may not be able to carry such a strong thunder. He is empty. What does he rely on?

Lu said he was extraordinary. She didn't think so until she witnessed the thunder robbery. She found that Lu's evaluation was still low.

Ning long light to vomit a breath, the sour and astringent feeling between the bones oppressed him, he difficult mouth: "I also think I will die no doubt... Maybe life is good."

Zhao xianger knew that he must be hiding something, but he didn't ask. He just said, "when you were in a coma, do you remember anything?"

Rather long see her Mou son tiny Mi rises, on the body don't know why to send out again if have if have no of kill intention.

He didn't understand where the hostility came from, but said sincerely, "I don't remember..."

Zhao xianger looked at him suspiciously and said: "you really have a lot of means. You can help your younger martial sister suppress the demons, and also resist the nearly dead thunder. I... Admire you."

Ning Changchang asked: "where's the younger martial sister? Where is the younger martial sister now? "

Zhao xianger said, "Lu Xianzi is looking after her. Don't worry."

Ning has been relieved for a long time. With Lu's wife to take care of him, there is no need to worry.

Zhao xianger suddenly asked, "I heard that Lu Xianzi wants to take you as his disciples?"

Ning Changjiu said, "Miss Lu does have this intention, but we haven't agreed yet."

Zhao xianger asked, "why not?"

Ning Changchang said: "it's a very important thing to worship teachers. You can't do it at will."

Zhao xianger shook his head gently: "it can't be this reason. There should be other reasons, such as... Do you have other teachers?"

Ning Changchang's heart is shaking. At the moment, he is very weak. The shadow of his memory has been haunting his words for a long time. The word "master" is like a lingering cloud, which covers the sea of knowledge and makes him uneasy.

At the moment, Zhao xianger seems to have no intention of mentioning it, but it still stirs waves in his mind. If he hadn't meditated for decades in his previous life, his face would have changed now.

Ning Changjiu shook his head gently: "no, I'm just a mediocre person. I don't dare to accept it at will."

"Hypocrisy." Zhao xianger sneered.

Ning long originally wanted to fight back with the word "mean", but when he thought of his present situation, he still swallowed it bitterly.

"How is your injury?" Asked Zhao xianger.

Ning Changjiu had just felt it again. Although he felt incredible in his heart, he still replied: "it's mostly trauma. Zifu Qihai is complete. It's not possible. Thank you for your concern. "

Zhao Xiang'er nodded and said, "it's similar to what the doctor said before. It's really strange that you've been struck by such a thunderbolt, and you've never been hurt..."

Ning long silently felt the pain between the bones, but said: "well... No damage."

Zhao Xiang'er pinched his face and said, "you have avoided the disaster of the demon seed attacking the city. Now you are the hero of Zhao state. I will try my best to satisfy you with what you want."

Ning long without too much thinking, "nothing else."

He will leave here soon to look for the Taoist temple and master, so there is no place for him to remember. He just wants to save the younger martial sister and the Imperial City, but by the way

However, Zhao xianger frowned slightly. Her thin and upturned lips gently pursed, and she seemed to be displeased. She said, "you have saved all the people in the city. If you don't take anything, it seems that your highness is unjust."

Ning long thought a flash, the eye light falls on her that pure Mei childish beautiful face, micro strip smile way: "that I want your highness, can?"

Zhao xianger leaned slightly, her hands on the edge of the bed, close to him a lot, her hair fell on his neck, with a faint fragrance, slightly itching, the girl's nose almost touched him, she said with a smile: "you can try to ask me, dare?"

Ning opened his mouth for a long time, and finally shut up.

He was not afraid of the crazy girl's refusal. He was afraid that if she really agreed, it would be really tangled. At the moment, he had other concerns, so he didn't want to stay in Zhao Guo for too long.

But he had to admit that the little girl was really beautiful.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao xianger said with a faint smile: "it's boring... I don't know how you are so boring. How did you cajole your lovely younger martial sister to such a dead end?"

Ning Changjiu said: "I treat people with sincerity."

Zhao xianger looked at him with a smile but not a smile and said, "treat people with sincerity? If I hadn't explored your body, now I feel like you are possessed by an old fox. "

Ning Changchang didn't know how to answer, but asked: "what else did you explore?"

Zhao Xiang'er turned his mouth, looked into his eyes and said, "I've seen what I should see."

It's better to be quiet for a long time.

With a smile and a sense of pride, the girl said, "then take good care of yourself. Don't move."

Ning long nodded and said, "I want to sleep again."

Zhao xianger was puzzled and said, "do you still need to report this?"

Ning long silence for a moment, to tell the truth: "Your Highness in the body side, I... Can't sleep."

Zhao xianger's face was slightly wrinkled. He seemed to be angry and said, "this is my boudoir. Do you want to drive me away?"

Between words, killing is like gossamer.

Ning shuddered for a long time. She was a little surprised, thinking that this was the boudoir of Her Highness Xiang'er, and that this bed was her usual resting place. She couldn't help feeling strange.

"Thank you, your highness." Ning long thought, said.

Zhao Xiang'er restrained his murderous spirit and said: "forget it, don't scare you. I want to have a rest, but I won't leave, because I'm not sure how you carried the thunder robbery. If you are possessed by some evil demon, I must know for the first time that I'm Zhao's Royal Highness, so I want to look at you."

"Of course, I won't disturb you. I'm reading by the desk. If you have something to do, you can call me." Said the girl.

I'd rather sleep for a long time

I don't know why, deep in his heart, for the girl in front of him, there is always a kind of complex feelings, like fear and guilt.

So the only man and the only woman were in the same room, and the other was the most noble and beautiful girl in the state of Zhao.

But Ning long did not have the slightest idea of beauty.

The light beside the bed had gone out, and the light in the room was dim. Only the dark table was lit with a blue jade lamp with lotus pattern.

Because it was the only light in the house, so even if it was weak, it was still eye-catching.

The girl's porcelain white skin reflects the light and outlines the soft curve. At the moment, she is only 16 years old, but her body is well developed. Her loose Black Dragon Robe still can't cover the already proud curve.

Ning Changchang, who is already a mediocre talent with a dilapidated body, has gone through a lot of hardships. He is even more like a bamboo basket, which is hard to retain his aura.

And those two ghosts bid farewell to themselves in the thunder, and they reverberate in my mind from time to time.

One looked at the direction of the temple sister, stubborn and sad, one looked back at the moon many years ago, calm and calm.

Thoughts and doubts sprang up in his mind, such as the tangled yarn, but he could vaguely perceive that the truth about his rebirth seemed very close to him.

He was suddenly afraid of the answer.

He looked at the top of the bed, carved wooden bed hook dragon painting Phoenix, looking not like a small jasper, but also soaring in the atmosphere.

Although the carving is beautiful, it's not interesting to see it for a long time.

So he quietly turned his head and looked at the girl sitting alone in front of the lamp. Zhao xianger was wearing long hair, and her hair flowed down like water. The Dark Dragon Robe was like a long night. Only her beautiful young face could see it clearly in the light.

Zhao xianger put down his pen, raised his head slightly and asked, "do you want to sleep or see me?"

Ning Changjiu asked, "what is your highness writing?"

Zhao xianger took a look at the Xuan paper and said calmly, "tomorrow's arrangement."

"Tomorrow?"

"Well, now that the overall situation has come to an end, there are a lot of things to think about, not to mention..." Zhao Xiang'er's eyelids drooped slightly, his tone paused, and said: "not to mention tomorrow is my birthday."

Ning Changjiu nodded gently and said from the bottom of his heart: "Congratulations, your highness, you have done so much for the state of Zhao. Tomorrow should be a day of celebration."

The corner of Zhao xianger's mouth was light, and he laughed at himself. Ning long perceived that she seemed to have something on her mind, and asked: "the old fox is dead, and the younger martial sister's demon seed has been sealed. What are you worried about?" Zhao xianger said nervously, "it's hard to be calm and afraid of variables." Ning Changjiu said: "the general situation has been decided, it should be difficult to make waves again." Zhao xianger no longer writes. Her slender fingers are folded between her knees. She looks up at Ning for a long time with a faint look. After watching for a while, she finally says, "I'm looking at you today. I don't mean to you, but I think you may be the variable." Ning long frowned: "why?" Zhao xianger said, "because I don't know your origin and origin. You are obviously mediocre, but where did you come from and why did you disperse so cleanly? And as far as I know, you and Ning Xiaoling were killed by Ning Qinshui that night, and why did you come back from the dead again? I don't believe that there is such a thing in the world, but you are not possessed by evil spirits. When I explored your soul, I found that you have a complete soul, no different from ordinary people“ So I don't understand what you've been through. "“ It's still a long night. Can you help me dispel my doubts? "