How many times the group portrait is spring

If the person who wants to kill you is Ning Zhelan.

Yan Huai felt a little tight in his chest, his knuckles buckled up, and it was difficult to pick up his eyes from falling. There seemed to be no answer, Yan Huai just said: "We will discuss later."

"Deliberate later? This sword has no eyes, and it is hard to guard against open and hidden arrows. You cannot allow you to discuss later."

"Why does the Lord feel that their target is me."

"It's just a reasonable guess. When the two armies are fighting, the brains will be cut first. If you are on the other side of the cultivation world, the first thing I will do after breaking the demon tower is to kill you."

"The Lord is decisive, but not everyone is like that."

"I hope so." After a pause, he changed the subject and said, "By the way, what are you going to do with those cultivation disciples you let go?"

"The spirit veins are exhausted, and the burrows will be released." Yan Huai made a decision without much hesitation. He cut the weeds but did not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. He is not a kind person. He will offer these monks delicious food and drink. Give them another chance to bite back.

"It's a good idea, I'll pass it on to you." Yan Zhi smiled, waved his hand and said, "Then let's go."

The one who received Yan Huai's order was Rongsi who came in a hurry. After hearing the order, he looked at Yan Huai with hesitation and said, "Your Majesty, do you really want to do this?"

Even if they were at the rear, they had heard about Yan Huai's withdrawal of troops for the truce of Ning Qing; now Yan Huai's order is no different from killing these monks who had narrowly escaped death.

"Why not?" Yan Huai's expression remained the same.

Fortunately, Rong Si knew that Yan Huai was unreasonable in the world, so he said tactfully: "Isn't your majesty going to marry Mr. Ning? The betrothal gift has been prepared, and Mr. Ning should also have someone to give it to him. I think there are many monks in this group." As disciples of Xuantian Sect, they can also be regarded as Mr. Ning's natal family, so it's just appropriate for them to marry you off."

When Rong Si mentioned it, Yan Huai remembered that his marriage with Ning Qing had been widely announced in the Eastern Territory, but after some hasty and miscellaneous matters, it was delayed again and again, and even the wedding date could not be set.

But, is Zhelan still willing to marry him?

"Let's not deal with it for the time being, we will first detain it in the dungeon and wait for me to deal with it." Yan Huai waved his hand to signal Rong Si to retreat, and he looked at the palace where Ning Qing lived from a distance.

That place was also very obvious, the only spring-filled palace in the Demon Palace lived in the Demon Lord's sweetheart.

As for what the devil's sweetheart was doing, it was Nan Siyuan who said that all the disciples of Xuantianzong had been thrown into the dungeon, which made him stunned, and then he heard Nan Siyuan say: "I heard that the demons will soon exhaust the spiritual veins of these disciples." Abandoned, escorted into slavery."

Ning Qing's pupils shrank slightly, he hesitated to speak, and remained silent for a while.

"If you don't ask the devil to give in and beg for mercy, maybe these disciples won't have to suffer such a catastrophe." Nan Siyuan said a suggestion, and secretly observed Ning Qing's expression.

I saw Ning Qing smiled very lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes, he said: "What can I do, I should also be a prisoner."

"Do you, Daoist Ning, bear to see them suffer this disaster in order to protect the territory?"

Ning Qing looked up at him when he heard the words, and said in a cold voice, "Nan Siyuan, don't shirk responsibility here. Why did the Eastern Defense Line collapse so quickly? As the leader, you have a duty to do so."

"I am for the well-being of more people."

"So you can give up a small number of people?"

"...I have a clear conscience."

"Then you want me to bear it for you? Otherwise, I would be unkind, unjust, loyal and unfilial?" Ning Qing frowned slightly, and asked, "Then let me ask you, when I was forced by Ning Jiuchen to accept the thunder punishment Where are you, a man of righteousness? Ning Jiuchen said to himself that he would sever ties with me. In the future, when I have nothing to do with Xiujie, can someone recognize me? Why should I accept all the faults of you and him?!"

"...You don't have to be so harsh, Daoist Ning. Elder Jiuchen is your brother. There must be a reason for what he did, but you still can't understand it." Nan Siyuan closed his eyes. He has always been eloquent. , but it seems that since entering the Eastern Realm, he has become less and less like his former self, and he has become more and more difficult to say.

"His reasoning? His reasoning is to ignore me and take away my position?! His reasoning is to punish my beloved, I must die?! His reasoning is that no matter what happens, no matter what happens, it is all Should I kill me to show the public?!" Ning Qing's yelling made him a little exhausted, he closed his eyes in extreme exhaustion, and said in a hoarse voice: "Nan Daochang, you want me to miss our brother And master-student friendship, then let me ask you, where is Ning Jiuchen's brotherly love for me, master-student friendship?"

Nan Siyuan couldn't answer, and his father didn't care about him, but he wasn't like Ning Jiuchen and Ning Qing, who were as indifferent as enemies. He thought that Ning Jiuchen could be used as a bond between Ning Qing and Yan Huai. Use, only to find out now, it turns out.

Ning Qing's smile before fainting on the battlefield was relief.

"...Forget it, I can't argue with you, so do what fellow Daoist Ning wants." Nan Siyuan was also a little tired, Ning Qing still didn't let go, he didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong .

Ruo Ningqing has been unable to make a decision, so he simply waited for Taoist Rong Xie to arrive at the East Territory.

Compared with the noisy and tired people here, Yan Huai was as quiet as ever. He picked up a pen and wrote a few words casually, only to realize that what he wrote was the new gift list on the letter of appointment.

Is it the wedding date?The wedding date...maybe an opportunity.

Thinking about this, Yan Huai knocked on the door of Ning Qing's room after a long absence. When the door opened, Ning Qing's eyes flashed with surprise, and she turned to make way for Yan Huai.

This person Yan Huai never twists and turns when speaking, but Ning Qing never thought about it. They saw the first sentence again, what Yan Huai said was: "Our wedding date is fixed on the fifteenth day of next month, okay?"

The fifteenth day of the next month is an auspicious day, suitable for marriage and sacrifice, and it is also the time for Yan Huai to ascend the throne of the demon clan monarch.

Ning Qing suspected for a moment that he had heard it wrong, he glanced at Yan Huai blankly, he saw that there was no sign of deceit in his eyes, and the slightly clenched hand also proved Yan Huai's nervousness.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes..." Yan Huai paused, "Zhelan, do you want to?"

He wanted to give him the highest honor in the world, no matter what.

But Ning Qing just stared at him in a daze, and said word by word: "I, no, willing, willing."

Yan Huai's eyes trembled, and he took half a step back in disbelief, then clasped Ning Qing's wrist in a panic and said, "You are willing...you are willing...!"

It's not that Yan Huai doesn't know how to use force, at least Ning Qing felt a little pain when his back hit the bed, he bit his collarbone hard, maybe he saw blood.

Compared to Yan Huai's panic, Ning Qing looked exceptionally calm. He put five fingers into Yan Huai's hair and stroked it lightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you sure you won't regret it? Backtracking..."

It was Yan Huai who let him go when he heard the sound, and he backed away abruptly. For the first time, there were tears in his eyes that should have been indifferent, but he pursed his lips tightly, so he didn't let the tears fall.

Ning Qing gathered up his outer shirt, and approached Yan Huai step by step, he held the fan and stroked Yan Huai's neck, his movements were extremely light, warm and slow.

This fan was made by Yan Huai himself, and he knew better than anyone that Ning Qing only needed to touch the mechanism of the fan, and the poisonous sharp dagger would cut his neck.

But Yan Huai chose to look at him quietly, he really wanted to ask Ning Qing, do you want to kill me?

Can't ask...

He didn't dare to bet on Ning Qing's matter, he was afraid that if he gambled, he would lose everything.

After all, Ning Qing put away the fan, reached out to cover Yan Huai's eyes, and said softly: "Don't cry."

"I never regret that I love you, backtracking."

"But I can't marry you...do you understand?"

It was Ning Qing who raised his head and sealed it with a kiss, but his tears also dripped on Yan Huai's lips, Yan Huai tasted it, it was salty, maybe just like Ning Qing was full of hesitation.

It was Yan Huai who stretched out his arms to hug Ning Qing tightly, even the hands that held him were trembling, but he still said: "On the second day of next month, I will come to hire, and you Xuantianzong disciples will be married. On the fifteenth day, I As the monarch of the demon clan, you must be the queen."

After saying that, Yan Huai let go of her hand, and strode out the door, not looking at how shocked Ning Qing was behind her, or her eyes full of disappointment.

With the wave of his hand, he sealed the soul, locked the door, and trapped the people in the room.

Ning Qing caressed his forehead trembling, he staggered and pressed the edge of the table, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, did he protect the cultivation disciples in the magic palace again?

But why is there such a high price...?He had been full of expectations for his and Yan Huai's wedding, and he had also thought about what their wedding would look like. It doesn't matter if there is no one in the hall, as long as the two of them hold each other, it will be the best wedding in the world.

Now that the wedding date has been set, Ning Qing feels that her heart is so painful that she is about to vomit.

How should he marry him?How is he going to marry him...?What kind of status will he marry him with?Is Anonymous still the No. 1 rebellious junior in the cultivation world?

Disciple of Xuantian Sect to marry?It is undoubtedly confirmed that he is the identity of the dead Xuantianzong disciple Ning Zhelan, how much stigma does Jing Rong have to bear?

Ning Qing's mouth was sweet, he dipped some cold tea on his finger, and wrote stroke by stroke on the table. The tea dries faster than his writing speed, and he can't write a sentence if he has a clear understanding. .

But the wind outside the window was getting colder, he covered his lips and coughed up blood, and he wrote the sentence smoothly.

How long will it be before Jing Rong arrives in the east?The [-]th day of next month should be here no matter what, so what is he going to do?If he wanted his senior brother, he would give up everything and follow Yanhuai again, never repenting.

"It's too bitter." Ning Qing wiped away the blood on her lips, her lowered eyes lost their luster, "Brother, it's too bitter..."

First he lost his apprentice Mo Lingyun, whom he treated sincerely, and because of Ningqing's self-willedness, he also lost the trust of the cultivator circle; under these double blows, he lost his junior sister Yunjing.

His senior brother was supposed to be a Taoist monarch proud of the world, not the Xuantian Sect master who was scolded because of their willful and reckless behavior.

"Forget it...forget it..." Ning Qing stopped his voice slowly, his eyes were out of focus and he didn't know where to look. These desolate years, it was the senior brother who sheltered them from the wind and rain, he should have passed them a long time ago. wayward age.