The Transcendent Immortal

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The room was empty, and Xiao Chen walked step by step on the dusty floor. Looking at everything neatly arranged in the room, it seemed that Ning Yan was still beside him.

This must be a dream. When the dream wakes up, she comes back.

He went to the dressing table and opened the dusty drawer, which contained a purple hairpin. At this moment, Xiao Chen lost his soul, and his tears were blurred again.

"This is her favorite hairpin during her lifetime ..." The Black Sand King stood at the door and said with a sad expression, "She said that she would give her the only person in the future ..."

"But ..." The Black Sand King took a deep breath: "Everything is too late, she is gone ..."

Xiao Chen choked, and placed the hairpin in front of her chest, as if he could still feel the temperature above, as if he could still see the night when Ning Yan handed the hairpin to himself.

"A life is like a dream, if a dream is not a dream, what is a life like a dream ..." Xiao Chen's voice was choking and he grinned sternly, placing the hairpin tightly on his chest, and then his eyes became fierce, word by word. : "Hairpin, I want to take away ..."

"No one can take away anything in her room ..." The black sand king's eyes gradually became sharper.

"She gave me ..." Xiao Chen looked down at the hairpin and said slowly.

The two did not speak, and the Black Sand King stared at him, and did not know why he was so abnormal today, and why he was so sad because of Ning Yan.

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and looked at him: "You just said, what was the name of the person who killed her three years ago?"

"Jidu, Jiu Yaoxing, a bitter state, will be one of Jidu ..." The Black Sand King said fiercely, squeezing his phalanx.

This time, Xiao Chen finally understood why Ning Yan was so scared, and why he was so scared whenever he heard the hardship. At this moment, his tears seemed to be dying again. His eyes were covered with blood, and he gritted his teeth. Suffering from trouble ... Jidu ... "

After a while, Xiao Chen held the hairpins of condensed smoke in his hand, and walked out of his soul, and the Black Sand King did not stop it. Ouyangzi, the seventh graders and others did not speak or follow up.

After Xiao Chen left the courtyard, the king of black sand said with a somber face: "How did he know that Ning Yan ..." When he spoke, his phalanx squeezed straight.

A man in black next to him walked up cautiously, hands out a cigarette, and whispered: "Don't let the sand king get angry ..."

However, before he finished speaking, he only heard a "slap", and the black sand king slapped him on the face, screaming fiercely: "Asshole! Are you new here! I already quit this thing three years ago. Now! "

The fan-stunned man covered his face and didn't speak. His eyebrows were closed next to Ouyangzi. It seemed to be thoughtful and silent for a long time before saying: "He said what happened to him with Ning Yan these days. And he just looked ... "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone stopped talking, and the Black Sand King said coldly: "Is that kid suffering from madness? He has been weird these days. Would n’t it be silly ... "

"Big Thousand Worlds, there is nothing strange ..." Ouyang Zi confided to himself, suddenly his body trembling, his face suddenly changed: "Dream! Do he, do he ..."

"What's wrong?" King Black Sand asked frowning when he saw his expression change.

"No, nothing ..." It took a long time for Ouyang Zi to calm down, like a ridiculous idea in his mind that he couldn't even believe.

"So, what's next? The Lord has been uneasy for the past few days, and it must be impossible to go tonight." Suddenly the seventh day said.

The black sand king stretched his hand: "Let him stay here now, he is in this state, and it will only add chaos when we go. Tonight, we still act according to the plan and save the people!" Finally, we looked at the seventh day. : "Remember, what you promised."

...

When night falls, the night is still clear and the moon is clear. Xiao Chen is sitting in the room in despair, still holding the hairpin of condensed smoke in her palm. Maybe she will come again tonight.

But he waited for a long time, condensing smoke, did not arrive like the night before.

The wind blows gently. Twig, shake gently.

"Ning Yan ... Ning Yan!"

Xiao Chen raised his head violently, and whenever there was any wind and grass outside, he would quickly walk to the door, but opened the door, no, there was no figure of condensation outside.

Only that shallow pool, reflecting the light moonlight.

"Ning Yan ..."

Xiao Chen walked back to the house, lost his soul and lost his soul, where is the condensed smoke ... where is the cold forest, where is the cold forest ... There is no cold forest in this world ...

Sitting back on the edge of the bed, Xiao Chen looked at the hairpins in his hand. At this moment, he finally understood why Ning Yan was so scared, but he still scared her with the hardships and made her like that ...

"Condensation, sorry ..."

The voice gradually choked, Xiao Chen held the hairpin tightly in her hand, tears, and finally broke the dike.

If you knew earlier that you were so scared, I would not scare you ...

If I knew earlier that there were only seven days, I would not wake up the dream ...

If I knew earlier and would never see you again, I would not let you leave ...

Tears, like the bursting of the embankment, ca n’t stop the flow. For the smoke, Xiao Chen ’s feelings are complicated and the most complicated, just like, in the past life, he really killed her, so he paid this life. This debt.

It's like, in the dream, the person who killed her time and time again is really herself.

The dream seemed to be clear again. In that cold forest, Xiao Chen saw Ning Yan walking towards her step by step. She was so scared, she was so cold, she was trembling, but herself, she was ruthlessly She killed ...

"No—" Xiao Chen's voice cried hoarse, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes: "No! Ning Yan! Ning Yan ..."

The voice was gradually weak, crying weakly, and Ren Lengfeng blew into the room, shaking the candlelight and shaking the tears.

Time, I do not know how long it has passed, the candles and tears remain on the case, the moonlight on the ground is full, and the wind is silent.

Xiao Chen sat on the ground as if he had lost his soul. The last time he was at the Corpse Sect, when he saw that Li Muxue was not breathing, his heart seemed to break a hole.

This time, his heart seemed to be gone, and his chest was empty.

How long will it take to fill this blank?

In just seven days, why did he have such complicated feelings for Ning Yan, because he felt that he had killed her relentlessly, the cold forest, she came to herself, she gave herself to herself, but herself , But killed her. (The self here refers to Xiao Chen, Ning Yan and Ji have nothing to do with, even do not know.)

So within three minutes, it is atonement. In three points, it is pity. In another three minutes, it is with the skin's relatives, Ning Yan is the first woman in her life, but, in a flash, she disappears without a shadow.

"Ning Yan ..."

Xiao Chen gradually became weak. Perhaps it was originally a dream. When the dream woke up, it was time to return to reality. But the dream, why is it so real, as real as if at this moment, Ning Yan returned to him.

"Young Master ..." A soft voice suddenly sounded.

"Ning Yan!" Xiao Chen raised his head violently. Under the faint moonlight, there was a figure standing in the room. It was Ning Yan. It was the same as last night.

"Ning Yan!" Xiao Chen stood up and hugged her all at once, her voice choking: "I knew that the **** was lying to me and made a lot of gossips to lie to me ..."

"Young Master ..." Ning Yan also hugged him tightly, his eyes turned red, and he had a skin kiss last night. At this moment, he was so reluctant to leave.

"Promise me, don't leave without saying a word ..."

"Well, Ning Yan will never leave the son ..."

The moonlight outside the window is faint, and the feelings of the two people are out of control again, as if it is another dream of a blizzard, but the dream is so real, but so short.

After half an hour, Ning Yan gently lay on his chest, Xiao Chen gently stroked her arm, all this, like dreams and illusions, even if it is a dream, do not want to wake up.

"Ning Yan, can I ask you something?"

"Well ..." Ning Yan's cheeks were reddish, her face smiled sweetly, and her voice murmured.

Xiao Chen pondered for a long time, holding her arm tight, before he tentatively asked, "Which is who?"

"Ji ... Jidu ..." At that moment, Ning Yan's complexion turned pale, as if she saw something most terrifying, her delicate body shivered violently.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen quickly hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead: "Don't be afraid, I won't ask, don't ask, don't be afraid ..."

Ning Yan's body was still unstoppable trembling, even if she was tightly attached to Xiao Chen's body at the moment, she was so afraid that Xiao Chen gently stroked her back: "Don't be afraid ..."

Perhaps, the word "Jidu" could not be mentioned in front of her, and even the hardships could not be mentioned anymore. Xiao Chen was a little scared, afraid that it was just a dream, and she was not there after the dream awoke.

He didn't want to go to sleep, but he still fell asleep.

When dawn woke up, Xiao Chen sat up in shock, and found that he was sleeping on the floor, still holding the hairpin of condensed smoke tightly in his hand.

"Ning Yan ..." At this moment, he opened his eyes and muttered: "What's going on, is it another dream, but it's so real ..."

"Why ... why!" He finally seemed to be crashing, that was by no means a dream! That is by no means a dream!

"Ning Yan!" He ran out again as early as yesterday morning, and he wanted to find the Black Sand King to ask! If Ning Yan really died three years ago, who is the person who haunts him every night? If Ning Yan is really dead, you must find her tomb!

"Sand ... Sand King and the seventh day girl went to Wu Di Tang to save people. They haven't come back yet ..." A man caught by him said tremblingly.

"What ..." Xiao Chen's eyes were blank, a little dumbfounded, and the man quickly ran away.

"What the **** is going on ..." Xiao Chen squeezed his fingers tightly. Which one is a dream, which one is reality, and which world is real!

Xiao Chen couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream now. After a while, he calmed down and began to recall carefully. Almost ten days ago, he went to the black corner to save people, saved a fake Ren Yuntian, and then went to the magic Xiangfang, this must be the real world!

Later, when he came to Heisha, he met Ning Yan. From this moment, it seemed that everything had become dreamlike, and the night after night was like a dream.

However, if it is really a dream, what's the matter with yourself? I am now at the pinnacle of the top grade in the seven layers of extinction. Isn't it true that Xiuwei has risen so much?

And the smoke he met was clearly real and a living person! By no means soul body!

Xiao Chen's eyes gradually became sharper, and tonight, he had to figure out everything!