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Such tormented waiting will always prolong the time indefinitely. Fortunately, Ning Qing has no intention of just abandoning him.

When Ning Qing was about to wake up, his fingertips trembled slightly. Yan Huai hurriedly got up and took a step back. Seeing the gentle eyes recovering, his gaze dropped a little. Yan Huai was a little stiff, and he took another half step back unconsciously.

Ning Qing half sat up on the couch, he silently looked at Yan Huai who was blindfolded, the stalemate between the two lasted for a long time, it was Ning Qing who lowered his gaze first, and said softly: "I'm very sad, go back."

Yan Huai's lips parted slightly, and he pursed his lips as if he didn't know what to say. He had imagined that Ning Qing might be noisy or afraid of him, but he didn't expect that he would speak so calmly to He said sadly.

"There is a part of you, and it's not just you." Ning Qing closed his eyes, stretched out his hand towards Yan Huai, and said, "Come here..."

come here...

Yan Huai took a low breath, and finally walked towards Ning Qing slowly, if he would bear all the consequences, would Zhelan feel better...

While Yan Huai was thinking wildly, it was Ning Qing who suddenly stopped all his uneasiness with a hug when he held his hand. It was Ning Qing's tears dripping on his lapel, repeating one after another: "Go back...I...I really... of……"

really sad...

"I, I was wrong..." Yan Huai panicked, he didn't dare to move around Ning Qing, at this moment Yan Huai's mind reflected many tricks that Su Mei had taught him, but the words he said were still clumsy Very: "Don't...don't be angry..."

In fact, he even thought about how Ning Qing pushed him away, but what Ning Qing did was hug him tightly and told him: "I don't blame you, I will never blame you... back to..."

Ning Qing touched Yan Huai's cheek, and couldn't help but buried himself in Yan Huai's neck again, "It doesn't matter if you are right or wrong..., I only recognize you."

He really didn't blame him, the relationship between him and Ning Jiuchen had been severed in Hengshan, and now the camps are different, Yan Huai's behavior can even be said, it should be taken for granted.

"Don't cry..." Yan Huai paused, he clumsily wiped away the tears from the corners of Ning Qing's eyes, pursed his lips and said, "My heart hurts."

Ning Qing hugged Yan Huai's shoulders without moving for a long time, then suddenly withdrew as if thinking of something, reached out and stroked the silk cloth on Yan Huai's eyes, "Let me see..."

Yan Huai, who was still at a loss, was almost shocked by Ning Qing's action, and he responded in a low voice: "Don't look..."

"But I want to see it." Ning Qing leaned forward a little more, taking advantage of the situation to hold Yan Huai's hand that came to help him.

"……very scary."

"I'm not afraid."

But Yan Huai still didn't want to, so he just said: "Ugly...very ugly..."

Ning Qing paused when he heard the words, tears pooled in his already red eyes again, he tried his best to soften his tone: "It's not ugly, let me see you..."

But Yan Huai was still retreating, until Ning Qing suddenly grabbed his clothes and shouted: "No matter what you look like, I love you, do you know that?!"

"Even if I'm a demon species...?"

"Correct."

With a finger on the silk cloth, the green eyes that were as pure as emeralds finally saw the light of the sky again, but it was hard to hide the uneasiness in his eyes.

Ning Qing pressed his fingertips to the corners of Yan Huai's eyes, clearly wanting to cry, and tried to force a smile, he said, "I just want to see you, and ask you if it hurts..."

Yan Huai hesitated for a moment, then replied with a very light word: "It hurts..."

When no one is in pain, there is no pain at all, but if someone is in pain, all these pains will find a place to complain.

It was Ning Qing who stretched out his hand and hugged him lightly. He stroked his hair with five fingers, and his words were full of distress: "Shuhui...you have me, you have me...don't carry everything by yourself..."

Don't carry everything by yourself...?So even he can carry himself without anything?

But he said: "I can't see, Zhelan, I can't see the world in your eyes."

He said that he couldn't see, he couldn't see the mountains and rivers, he couldn't see the world of mortals, and he didn't understand the wind and moon in the eyes of others. In his eyes, it was always just loneliness.

Ning Qing was speechless for a long time, but the tears accumulated in his eyes became heavier and heavier. He didn't dare to think about how much suffering and injury Yan Huai had to endure to lose his sense of the world.

How many times have he been ridiculed by others for his subconsciously hidden eyes.

Ning Qing let go, and picked up the silk cloth that had fallen by the bed. The dark silk cloth pressed on the slender fingers, making those five fingers even whiter.

The eyes of the two fell to one place unconsciously, and it was Ning Qing who was holding the blindfolded silk cloth. He softened his expression, then tilted his head and kissed the corner of Yan Huai's eyes.

It was Ning Qing who paused every word, solemnly and sincerely: "Shuhui, I have never been afraid of you, and there is no second pair of eyes more beautiful than these in this world."

"You don't need to hide in front of me. I love you and never behave because of your appearance; you just need to know that what I want has always been you."

He has never seen more beautiful eyes than Yan Huai, never before, and never will again, these eyes that melt the frost for him are his eternal obsession.

Yan Huai stared blankly at Ning Qing for a long time, and finally took Ning Qing's hand and wrapped her in his arms. He stroked Ning Qing's hair, lowered his head and kissed Ning Qing's eyebrows, and added a trembling sentence: "I love you..."

This heart is full of meaningless coldness, but it is finally warmed by one person.

No matter what the world praises or praises, Ning Qing is not afraid of him, so he doesn't care what ordinary people think of him.

The battle at the border, the great victory in the east, the monarch of the demon clan ascended the throne soon, and there was a feast of the demon king connected with him, the whole east was in a state of joy.

In addition, the two races of monsters and demons united to encircle and suppress the cultivation disciples who lost their backbone and stayed in the east.

The leader of the demon tribe is a peony flower demon. A deep purple peony on her hair is particularly eye-catching. Her figure is swaying, and lotuses grow every step of the way. Ordinary people will never forget it when they see it.

However, the demon monarch didn't give her a look, but looking at this monarch's appearance, such a beauty, Zi Mu couldn't help but salivate.

When the night came and it was cold, Yan Huai held an umbrella and looked into the distance, only to hear Zimu soften her voice and say softly: "Your Majesty, now we have surrounded all the remnants of the cultivation world in the valley, what should we do with the rest?"

"Kill without mercy." Yan Huai didn't have any extra emotions. He was bound to clean up the battlefield in the east before returning from the banquet. As for how to clean up, it was naturally the easiest way for them to do so.

Let me talk about another thing. The monks who went to the East had a pair of leaders, and the reason why they were leaderless after the death of only one Ning Jiuchen was that Nan Siyuan had defected to the enemy.

When Ning Jiuchen died, Nan Siyuan came with Ning Qing. After Ning Qing passed out, he was carried back to the palace, but Nan Siyuan was not so lucky.

Nan Siyuan was imprisoned in the dungeon. He sat by the wall looking at the grass and dead trees for several days, thinking that Ning Jiuchen was not too stupid. At least before he died, he planted the seeds of the differences between Ning Qing and Yan Huai.

As for what he should do next?

"I would like to be attached to the Eastern Territory, under the command of the Lord of Qianjiu Palace."

It was his action that caused the remaining monks in the Eastern Realm to be leaderless, and also drained the morale of the disciples. In this state of loose sand, it was possible for the two races of monsters to easily encircle.

When Ning Qing knew about this, Nan Siyuan had already stood in front of him, he abandoned his whisk and changed into black clothes, and called him without any discomfort: "Young Master Ning."

Ning Qing stared at him, and said suddenly: "You can follow me from now on."

"Yes."

Everyone knows that Nan Siyuan is such an easy-to-obey person, but Dongjing still accepts him. To put it bluntly, it's just to drive apart the hearts of the cultivators.

Nan Siyuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and this time he surrenders, I am afraid it depends on who is more skilled.

"Mr. Ning, why do you have to guard against me like this, you and I are now considered the same way."

Hearing this, Ning Qing only looked at him indifferently, then lowered his gaze again, Ning Qing closed his fan and opened it again, a small dagger popped out from the fan bone, he slightly raised his fan and pointed at Nan Siyuan and said: "If you can believe it, this No one in the world can be trusted."

"...Fellow Daoist Ning, do you really want to stand together with other races?" Nan Siyuan didn't hesitate, there were only the two of them here, so there was no need to talk about it.

"I don't stand against anyone." Ning Qing's eyes flashed, "I just don't allow anyone to touch Yan Huai."

Nan Siyuan smiled sarcastically when he heard the words: "He is a demon clan, and he is also the future demon king. You don't allow others to touch him. What is it if you are not with a foreign race?"

"……Different."

"What's the difference? Is he the one who led the army to destroy Xuantianzong's disciples who went to the east? Is it the one who killed your brother himself?"

"Ning Qing, open your eyes and see, this massacre of your fellow clansmen, sparked endless flames of war, and caused the land of Chunlai to be devastated, isn't it him?"

Ning Qing was dumb, but in the flip of his hand, the dagger hit Nan Siyuan's neck. He paused every word: "No matter what he does, I won't allow anyone to hurt him."

"Even if he kills all of your colleagues? Even if there is no peace in this world? Even if the next person he points at with his sword is your brother Jingrong?" Nan Siyuan was not afraid at all, and let the dagger draw a thin line of blood on his neck, " Should I call you Daoist Ning now, or the future Queen of the Demon Clan?"

Ning Qing's fingertips trembled slightly, and the distance between Nan Siyuan and Nan Siyuan was opened when he closed the fan.

"I remember that in the past, you even took pity on the unformed flower and plant monsters in the southern border. Now that the ones who have been killed are replaced by the same clan, or even your colleagues who have been with you for decades, can you treat them so indifferently?" Nan Siyuan's every word hit Ning Qing's weakness.

Ning Qing's face was pale, and he didn't look at Nan Siyuan's expression. He pursed his lips, but he still couldn't answer Nan Siyuan's words.

"You can stand on the sidelines." Nan Siyuan paused, "But don't forget, it was your senior brother who took you in first, and he was the one who allowed you to protect you when Xuantianzong suffered disasters many years ago. I'll say more, you know better than me how kind he is to you."

"I didn't say that every kindness must be repaid, but fellow Taoist Ning, how did you treat Taoist Lord Rongxie? He was appointed as the suzerain of Xuantian Sect for the first time, and it was the time when he was facing enemies. As his close relative and younger brother, it's fine if you don't help him , and destroyed the Hengshan Sword Sect with one hand." Nan Siyuan smiled as he spoke, "You know how the world slanders him, and you are part of the fault."

Ning Qing felt a little sweet in his throat, but he still had to hold on to listen to Nan Siyuan's words. Everything Nan Siyuan said was true, and if he wanted to say who he was most sorry for in this world, it must be his senior brother Jing Rong.

Now that Nan Siyuan cut him apart word by word, his blood was dripping with blood, and there was no room for refutation.

"No matter what happened in the past, I came to the East Territory only for Daoist Rongxie. If you still have some conscience, even if you don't help me, you shouldn't stop me." Seeing that Ning Qing was on the verge of losing his composure, Nan Siyuan calmed down. , the weakness of the human heart, he has always been very accurate, so naturally there is no need to worry about Ning Qing doing something he didn't expect.

"Master...how is senior brother...?" Ning Qing supported the edge of the table with one hand, and tried his best not to fall down. He had no news about Jing Rong for a long time, since Hengshan left.

"Facing enemies from all sides, defend the extreme northern region." Nan Siyuan spoke coldly, "Your junior sister Yun Jing died in order to seek the western region. Tell me, is Daoist Rong Xie more heartbroken, or..."

When the shadows in front of him overlapped, Ning Qing stretched out his hand to cover his lips, his eyes were a little scarlet, and his mouth was filled with a strong fishy-sweet smell. Ning Qing drew some spiritual power and put it on his shoulders to keep himself from falling down. It was already unbearably warm.

"Why...why..." It was clear that he was not like this before he left...

"It's not that your senior brother has accepted a good apprentice. Your favorite person is a good game of chess."

Ning Qing swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, he didn't want to fall to the ground in such embarrassment, but his body didn't seem to allow it, he pointed to the door, and said in a hoarse voice: "Get out... get out, immediately!"

If people saw that when Nan Siyuan came, his old illness relapsed and collapsed in this palace, Nan Siyuan might have to go to the dungeon again.

Seeing that Nan Siyuan was gone, Ning Qing groped for the edge of the table, staggered and sat on one side, losing Yan Huai's warm embrace, he just fell on the cold and hard table.

Fortunately, fortunately..., Yan Huai is busy with everything, and he doesn't like to be waited on by others, so he won't be found out.

When Ning woke up, it was already twilight outside the window. He wiped off the dried blood on the table, and changed into plain clothes, only to realize that his complexion was not good. Ning Qing simply wore black sleeves, and borrowed the maid's lip balm to darken the color of his lips.

Ning Qing looked at herself in the mirror and twitched the corners of her lips stiffly. After doing this, her face didn't seem particularly ugly.

He pushed open the window to see the luxuriant new plants, and the faint scent of flowers suppressed the bloody smell that should have been on the frontier battlefield, and silently described the falsehood that Nan Siyuan said.

Nan Siyuan asked him if he dared to open his eyes to see what happened when he was not aware of the outside world, Ning Qing thought, Mo Yao would not dare, and he must go and see.