Before the empress goes dark, adopt her as a villain

In the endless aura of death, the soul seemed to be in the netherworld, trembling and dormant.

However, the inner power of life flickered from time to time, making Ning Wuxie realize that she was not dead yet.

Don't give up yet.

This comes not just from an instinctive desire for life. When Ning Wuxie's body fell into suspended animation, and her soul was wrapped in the breath of death, and she was in a bitter stalemate, a person's face would always appear at the critical moment.

This face first turned into a proud and domineering mature beauty, then turned into a cute little girl, and finally turned into a pure and beautiful young girl with white teeth and bright eyes.

Xuan'er...Jiang Ningxuan...

If he died, he would never see her again.

Ning Wuxie originally thought that what would support her in igniting her will and going all the way would be her infinite hatred for Li Luobing. That was also what he cared about when he was first reborn.

However, when he was infinitely close to his real death, he found that his heart was full of reluctance to let go of the ugly world he had been accustomed to in his previous life.

Because, he has a new role in his life.

She loves herself very much, loves without reason, and loves unconditionally.

Can he return this love?

He didn't know if he had this ability, but he wanted to give it a try...

The soul is like a rock in the water, unmoving in the torrent of darkness. In the dead silence, Ning Wuxie's soul suddenly lit up, from a weak white light to a dim golden color, and finally bloomed into a bright green!

The energy of death was dissipated, but part of it was absorbed into the soul, just like the original power of life rotating and merging, like the yin and yang blending like the Bagua graphics.

Death is no longer the end of consciousness, but has become a part of Ning Wuxie's soul. The soul that has absorbed the huge aura of death has officially transcended the six souls of Condensation and condensed into the supreme soul!

Between life and death, the origin of will was explored by Ning Wuxie and used for his own use!

Ning Wuxie opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were filled with blood red, and he was still soaked in blood cells!

After condensing his thoughts, he shook outwards, and the huge blood ball suddenly collapsed, like a melting sun, and it suddenly tilted down!

Ning Wuxie also felt that his body began to fall freely.

But outside the surrounding blood curtain, a figure suddenly broke in and hugged Ning Wuxie firmly, slowing down her fall!

It’s Xuan’er!

Her face, which was flushed with blood, showed no shyness, but she did not look at him and looked away slightly.

Ning Wuxie's heart trembled, and she felt an impulse beating wildly in her heart. As soon as the two of them landed, he immediately turned over and hugged Xuan'er!

"Xuan'er, I..."

Ning Wuxie was stuck and was too embarrassed to say the words "I'm so scared". He paused and said:

"I miss you so much."

Xuan'er's body seemed a little stiff, and she didn't press close to him immediately. But after a moment, she gently put her hand on his back.

"Um…"

Ning Wuxie was stunned, why is Xuan'er so indifferent.

This "yes" was far from satisfying his fear of just escaping from death!

He turned his head and kissed Xuan'er on the cheek!

It wasn't over yet, he let go of Xuan'er again and wanted to kiss her from the front.

As a result, Xuan'er's eyes were widened, her face was red, and her shoulders were shaking.

She stretched out her hand slightly and touched the place where Ning Wuxie had just kissed her.

This look stunned Ning Wuxie:

"Xuan'er, what's wrong?"

Xuan'er's beautiful eyes were shocked, her mouth was slightly open and she could not speak. She turned her eyes and looked at her again, her face was even redder than when she was covered by the blood curtain just now.

The next second, her eyes rolled up, her body softened, and she fell into Ning Wuxie's arms, still holding the demon knife she had taken back for Ning Wuxie.

"Xuan'er!"

Ning Wuxie hurriedly tried to test her breathing, but luckily she just fainted. She shook Xuan'er's shoulder again, but there was no response.

The Confucian disciples who were rushing around also came over, and Ning Wuxie put the demon knife into the storage ring. The monks looked at Ning Wuxie and the girl in his arms in surprise.

"Sister Xuan'er, what's going on?!"

Zhuang Yuerou hurried over and squatted down, asking in surprise.

"I don't know, I fainted suddenly!" Ning Wuxie's face turned pale, and he didn't know what happened to Xuan'er.

"Maybe he fainted because he was so excited when he saw Brother Ning escape from trouble." Meng Cangran stood aside and speculated.

"It doesn't matter. Junzi Mountain will send a flying boat later to take the injured disciples back to the sect. Brother Ning, you can go back by boat with Miss Xuan'er."

Ning Wuxie hugged Xuan'er tightly in her arms, her expression a bit ugly: "Feizhou..."

Meng Cangran smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it's such a short journey, it'll be fine."

"That's good." Ning Wuxie nodded and looked worriedly at Xuan'er in her arms.

Soon after, Ning Wuxie hugged Xuan'er, followed by Bai Zhi, and boarded the ship with many injured Confucian disciples and entered the airship. Zhuang Yuerou and Meng Canran were still busy in Cangyun City and could not return to Junzi Mountain for the time being.

And Sun Yan, the chief elder of Zhengge Palace, who almost shed tears because of Ning Wuxie, never showed up. The ship was crowded, and Ning Wuxie hugged Xuan'er and sat on the edge of the deck.

He stroked Xuan'er's face, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that would surprise him if he saw it.

Suddenly, Xuan'er opened her small mouth and coughed suddenly, and then her bright eyes suddenly opened.

The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was Ning Wuxie, and Xuan'er's expression showed obvious surprise.

"Brother!" Xuan'er straightened up and hugged Ning Wuxie.

This is right... Ning Wuxie also hugged her and let her head rub against his shoulder.

"Brother, Xuan'er misses you so much. It really scares Xuan'er."

Xuan'er said softly, her voice soft and aggrieved, which made Ning Wuxie's heart tremble.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over."

"My brother has come out of that blood ball. Now my soul has reached the soul realm, which is very powerful."

"We can better protect Xuan'er!"

Ning Wuxie patted Xuan'er's back and comforted her. But when Xuan'er heard this, she made a confused sound.

"Blood cells? What blood cells?"

"?" Ning Wuxie was also stunned, "It's the blood ball that Liu Fengshan locked me in, the blood giant."

"I know the blood giant, but where do the blood balls come from?"

Xuan'er sat up from Ning Wuxie and hooked her hands around his neck, with a big look of confusion on her small face.

"Didn't you see it?" Ning Wuxie was also completely confused.

Xuan'er doesn't know where the blood cells come from?

She just rushed into the collapsing curtain of blood to help herself land.

I saw Xuan'er's cute big eyes blinking, and she raised a finger to point on her smooth and white chin, recalling: "My last memory is to help my brother fight for the demon knife, and then I fainted... …”

"By the way, where's that demon knife?!" Xuan'er suddenly asked in panic.

"The Demon Sword is here, don't be afraid." Ning Wuxie comforted Xuan'er. Seeing her face become calm, her heart was full of doubts.

"So, Xuan'er, you fainted when you helped me take back the demon sword, and then you just woke up?"

"Yes, isn't my brother always by my side?"

Xuan'er smiled slightly, her eyes gradually becoming more and more affectionate. Looking at Ning Wuxie's face, she became emotional again.

Xuan'er always seems to be like this. Once the basic intimate interaction is satisfied, she will immediately start pursuing a higher level of intimacy. Her need for Ning Wuxie is like a bottomless pit that can never be satisfied.

She brought her face closer and blew her breath against Ning Wuxie's lips.

"Brother, I want a kiss..."

Ning Wuxie was still opening her eyes wide, recalling what Xuan'er just said.

He felt a pair of warm and soft touches on his lips, and a sweet and fragrant tongue explored them.

He was still wondering, if Xuan'er kept fainting, who was the person who saved him just now...?