Zi Ning's heart shuddered and walked toward no one with his back to him.
"Sisi, don't be angry."
Patriarch Song was relieved when she left, and he said: "I heard that Yan Ji has already brought someone here privately."
Zi Ning's heart beat.
"You want to avenge my brother, I can help you. By the time the bait ......"
For the simple Anglo revenge when determining the child rather simple Anglo-Sisi mentioned, the eyes no friendship. It seemed that Patriarch Song gave Sisi the confidence that she could deceive others.
At the corner, Zi Ning stopped.
Patriarch Song leaned forward and sighed, "Back then...you looked more and more like your mother..."
Zi Ning frowned because of the strange nausea, and Patriarch Song put his hand on her shoulder.
Zining turned around, holding the poison packet in his hand, spreading Patriarch Song's face.
The head of the Song family's eye canthus was completely cracked, and he drew the knife from his waist, but a pair of Hong Jingjian, gold and iron fought, and the light flashed.
Zining took the sword back two steps.
Seeing the blood pouring from Patriarch Song's mouth, the poison was extremely strong, his face turned purple and he struggled. Zi Ning took a step forward, and the sword pierced Patriarch Song's chest.
The poison was too painful, and she gave him a joy.
Hong Jing was hidden in her skirt and tied to her leg. Zining put down the skirt, thanked Sisi in his heart, thanks to her poison.
Otherwise, with her martial arts, Patriarch Song could not be defeated.
At this time, the sword was bleeding, Zining stood beside the corpse and looked at the sky.
It's coming soon.
After the poison combined with the sword technique, Zi Ning could no longer hide after assassinating more than a dozen people alone.
The guards from the other yard surrounded her.
The conspiracy trail was no longer helpful, Zi Ning grasped the hilt of Hong Jingjian, and Yan Ji looked down and wiped the sword in his heart.
She looked down at Hong Jingjian, and her eyebrows were illuminated by the mirror-like blade.
She found her laughing.
At this moment, enemies on all sides, alone and helpless, he was not by her side, but she suddenly understood Yanji.
He understands her, as evidenced by the sword.
She is like a mirror, with gold and jade aside, exquisite and exquisite. The sword is like a mirror. Although she has no intention to kill, she is also ruthless. She is the ultimate hypocrisy and coldness.
He is like a scabbard, the scabbard is pitch black, and the coldness is deep inside. He is pure and simple awe-inspiring murderousness, and a solitary persistence.
He had seen her through long ago, even so, he was still willing to hand over her weakness and the sword to her. He had never thought about the things others thought, and he only held out his sincere heart to her.
Zi Ning raised his head after pulling the sword flower.
The snow-blending swordsmanship taught by him in his hand, sprinkled snow-like sword flowers in the air. The blood flower splashed in the air, like a scarlet falling flower.
Without Yanji's side, she held the sword openly for the first time. He said that her sword practice was "very good" and her internal strength was "very good."
Then this time, we must continue to show him "good".
bring it on.
"Where?"
Yan Ji's face was cold, and the hilt of the Wushao sword was covered with blood.
Qian Bi said: "There are the last four Zhuangzi, the nearest one is in the southwest, ten miles away."
Yan Ji said nothing, rushed forward, and ran away first.
Qian Bi and others rushed to catch up.
After Zining disappeared, he ordered the wedding to continue. Both newcomers are absent, but the affair is over and the names are set. He took people away from the Yan's house, and found it turned upside down.
... It seems that he has lost his mind.
Even with the Demon Sect back then, Yan Ji had never lost control like this. Those who stand in the way are killed, and blood flows in every place he passes.
In this short day and night, the number of people who died is uncountable, and Qian Bi is a little bit afraid.
No one dared to persuade him, no one dared to stop him, Qian Bi felt that Yan Ji was like a sword that had lost his master. If he couldn't find Zining, he would kill him until the sword broke and died of exhaustion.
Like a good destiny.
Far away, Qian Bi heard Ben Xiao's neigh.
The sun rose again, and it was so bright that it seemed to penetrate the gloom of the world.
Yan Ji saw it.
Zining was sitting on the horse, with a sack tied behind the horse. She came to face her face, clinging to Hong Jing, covered in blood and bruised.
The moment she saw him, she dismounted and ran towards him desperately.
As if falling into the abyss and finally feeling her body again, Yan Ji rolled over and got off her horse, reaching out to meet her.
There was a pungent smell of blood all over her, and Yanji fumbled around.
"...A lot of injuries." His hands were full of blood, and his hands trembled, not daring to touch her.
Zi Ning looked up at her, with a fire in her eyes: "I won..."
She came to see him in a hurry, she didn't hesitate to trade her injury for her life and fight with her life.
She was not as good as him, and her martial arts was far less advanced than him, but she was cunning and scheming, and her swordsmanship was not too bad. Everyone who came to kill her died.
This time, the bait escaped from the trap by itself and killed the hunter who was laying the net. She protected him.
She did it.
"...I brought Sisi..." She swallowed, "But that time...Jian Yinghua...I'm sorry."
Jian Yinghua died, she did nothing, and couldn't let him save it. That was his relative, something she never dared to mention.
But she just wanted to say it all and tell him everything.
Yan Ji looked at the hideous wound on her shoulder, almost asphyxiated. He said hoarsely: "...It was never your fault."
"I didn't protect you." He wiped a drop of blood from her cheek, suppressed to the extreme, his voice was like a string about to break.
Unable to imagine, she was hurt and bleeding, did everything by herself, and then told him she won.
If there is a slight difference... losing her... the tearing pain overflows from the bottom of my heart and drowns him.
His face was pale, like a ghost, and the murderous intent surging in his eyes was like a sharp blade that could stab people.
Zining reached out and hugged him.
With her arms stretched out, she cared him in her arms, clutching the clothes behind him with both hands.
Yan Ji was stunned, and his killing intent suddenly evaporated. When he was wrapped and embraced by her soft arms, he held his breath and carefully released the strength of his body.
"...Yanji." Zi Ning raised his head, he was looking at her with his head down.
When she faced him, she was always so timid, full of doubts and fear. But now, she just wants to be bold and take everything out to him.
"You alone are different to me..." It made her dumb, worried and confused, and it made her happy, and she had all the good things she had never thought of.
"...After seeing you, everything is fine." Zi Ning tightened his arms and pulled the wound on his body. It was a bit painful, but the strange sense of fullness made his chest full.
"Until I die, I want to be by your side forever." If it is this person, Zi would rather believe in him and have the courage to bear all the results. She has to support everything, protect herself, and protect him, "Never separate."
She was originally. He is a cruel grabber, a heartless living dead. But he gave so much, so much love, that made her heart.
Because of this heart, she was willing to risk injury and death for him and entrust everything to him.
Zi Ning swallowed, staring into his eyes intently: "...I'm back."
Then she got all of him.
--In other words, she finally grasped everything he gave.
I will not let go to death.
The sword body filled the scabbard, and he gave her a heart.
She bears him, protects him, and stays in his life.
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