Nightfall Chapter 107: At the edge of the pool (below)

Actually, Ning Que rarely saw the Lord, and they were all in Chang'an. Now I think about it, every time I meet, it seems to be accompanied by wind and snow, extremely cold, from outside to inside.

In the past, the master's Qingyi was not stained with dust, and there was no snow and frost, and it was floating like an immortal. At this time, the master was covered with dust and wind and frost, a little tired, and an ordinary person.

He has been searching for Sangsang for many days in the world. In many places, he travels for thousands of miles in the boundless realm, consumes a lot of money, and is still a step slower-the natal connection between Ning Que and Sangsang is better than the strongest in the world.

He looked at the other side of the cold pool, looked at the old dry yellow grass under the snow, there was no expression on his face, and there was no slight wave in his mood, because there was nothing there.

But he always felt that there was something there, just like the past few days, when he passed through the snow-sea barren tribe and looked at the small wooden house, he did not leave.

The mountains abandoned by Haotian are getting colder and colder in the wind and snow. The watcher stands quietly by the pool, but his expression is getting calmer and calmer, as if invisible clear water is flowing by, washing away all the dust. The wind and frost color on his face became lighter and lighter, until it disappeared without a trace, and the snow swarf on the shirt melted and disappeared.

A quiet and pure breath emanated from his body, came to his feet, melted the snow, greened the old grass, spread to the pool, melted the ice, swayed ripples, and began to spring.

The spring breeze greened the bank of the cold lake, and instantly reached the other bank.

Sangsang looked at him quietly, fingers lightly placed on the ground, like a trickle of life breath, poured into the earth, the spring in the outside and the spring in the inside merge, and it is difficult to separate each other.

Without each other, there will be no boundaries and cannot be seen.

When the dusk came, the master left the pond. The residual breath of a space channel was left, and disappeared without a trace.

Ning Que confirmed that he did not find Sangsang and himself, and his mood was slightly relaxed, but there was no joy on his face, because this was only a temporary matter. No one knows how long this situation will last.

"Can I go now?"

He asked, looking at the majestic Helan City in the mountains in the distance.

Sangsang was silent.

Ning Que understood what she meant. At this time, the watcher might have gone to the South China Sea, or she might be looking at the earth from the top of Xuefeng. If she opens her own world, he will easily find her.

The abacus rests on her lap. She has been unable to figure out the position of the subject.

She is becoming weaker, or more and more like an ordinary woman. This fact silences her, makes her helpless, and makes her even more angry.

She grabbed Ning Que's hand. He took a bite, like a irritated mother animal.

Ning Que looked at the blood spilling from the corner of her lips, very painful, but did not cry out, eyes full of doting and sympathy.

The night is coming, the snow in the mountains stops suddenly, and the wind comes from the sea in the southeast. The thick clouds in the sky were blown into a large gap, hundreds of stars appeared in front of you, and there was also a moon.

Ning Que held Sangsang, leaning against the soft and warm animal skin, staring at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky in a daze.

Sangsang said: "I want to have sex."

Ning Que was slightly startled, and looked down at her face with a calm expression, only to realize that she was not telling a joke. Of course, if she was telling a joke, it would be too funny.

He said: "Think about it, sleep first."

Sangsang said: "I want to sleep with you."

Ning Que was startled. Said: "Sleepy?"

Sangsang said: "I want to sleep with you."

She was very calm, even a little cold, not so serious, but extra serious.

Ning Que hugged her and sniffed her. Kissed her face.

After a while.

Suddenly he said: "Can you not watch?"

Sangsang looked at a place without blinking, and said, "Why?"

Ning Que said: "What is this? People are doing it, and the sky is watching?"

Sangsang looked up at him and said, "This is interesting."

"Interesting you."

"This is boring."

"Well, I said... Even if I have to watch, can I bring some emotion?"

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Wake up early in the morning, Ning Que's mood is not very good, because he always feels that Sangsang's mood is a little weird, like saying goodbye to himself-just reunited, is she going to run away again?

He thought about it, always feeling something wrong, his expression gradually became solemn, looking at the grassland opposite Hantan that was born in spring yesterday and was frozen by the cold wind overnight, he was very alert.

What happened next gave him another possible solution, but it didn't make him feel a little lighter, but he felt heavier, because Sangsang seemed to be about to give birth.

He has experience in many things, but in this matter, he has no experience. Sangsang used to be omniscient and omnipotent, but he couldn't help it.

The cabin is quiet. Sangsang was holding his bulging abdomen, feeling the movement from inside, frowning extremely tightly, his face was a little pale, and the pain hadn't started yet, but it was about to begin.

It's very troublesome to have children. What's more troublesome is that Sangsang's mood is greatly disturbed, and it is no longer difficult to maintain his own world. There is a hairspring in the air outside the window, and Ning Que knows that it is a crack.

If you shrink the world a bit, or make the material in this world less, with Sangsang's ability, or it can last longer.

Ning Que looked at the looming cracks in the space outside the window, and understood why he would feel separation in front of him when he woke up early in the morning. After a moment of silence, he led the **** horse out of the wooden house.

There was no crisp cracking sound, only a slight cold wind on his face, and he returned to the real world, stood on the bank of the real cold pool, and looked back, there was no way and no house.

He decided to leave here. The farther away from Hantan, the better, and the farther away from her, the better. He understood what Long Qing had said before that battle. It turned out that his search was not a good thing for her.

But just as he was about to leave, someone came.

The man returned to the pond.

"Where is she?"

The watcher looked at him and asked, with a calm expression, neither irritable nor irritable, nor sullen or angry, as if everything was under control, just like the plants in the water, the shadow of the pond in the pond, and the will of heaven in his chest.

Ning Que did not answer his question, drew out the iron knife, and cut it across from Hantan.

One cut is thousands of knives.

The blade pierced through the air and turned into countless afterimages. Each blade shadow was a stroke, and two strokes were a word. His iron knife was instantly on the banks of the cold lake, and thousands of them were written. word.

Thousands of "乂" characters.

His face is as pale as paper, and the power of mind in the sea is empty.

Countless fierce amulets enveloping the cold lake.

Under the Lord's feet, there are several emerald green grasses stretching their waists, quietly shattering into countless crumbs.

The cold trees beside the pond, silently, turned into countless fragments.

The world by the cold lake is a painting.

Ning Que cut the painting into countless pieces.

The subject is the person in the painting, how can you feel at ease?

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(This chapter is mainly about "people are doing, the sky is watching". A dear man on Weibo said: When asking a girlfriend to have sex, he always thinks of a sentence: People are doing, sky is watching. (WB@扎克). After I saw it at the time, I thought when Ning Que and Sangsang did it, what was that? I wrote that heaven and man are at war, and man is one, but I always wanted her to see that man is Doing it, the sky is watching, it’s so cool... It was originally a long and careful description, but everyone knows the latest situation, so I simplify it and leave it as it is. It is unavoidable that I am a little regretful. I always consider myself a novelist of the local tradition. Many years ago, I wrote the paragraph between Fan Xian and Zhan Doudou in the Qing Yu years ago. I want to use another method to try my heart again. It’s a pity. The last chapters must be carefully prepared. See you tomorrow. .)