Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Master, Miss Aning has been sitting outside all night."

Yan San brought the medicine in front of him. Ning Zhiyan reached out to take it, frowned, and drank the medicine in one gulp without leaving any trace. When Yan San saw this, he stopped talking and gritted his teeth to finish the words he had been holding back for a long time. Spit it out.

"Let her in." Ning Zhiyan lowered his eyes and finally sighed slowly. There was really nothing he could do to her.

When Yan San opened the door and went out, Aning happened to look back. When she saw that the door was open but she didn't see the person she was thinking about, she frowned and buried her face between her knees. She felt so pitiful.

Yan San: ...Suddenly I really wanted to let her in without telling her master.

"Miss Aning, the master wants you to come in."

Before Yan San finished speaking, he saw a flash of blue light in front of his eyes, and the woman who was sitting on the ground disappeared. A gust of wind blew through the quiet courtyard, and a tingling sensation spread from his scalp. Yan San swallowed, it's over , he hit a ghost.

He walked toward the house with trembling steps. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the girl standing next to his master, who seemed to be Aning, who had just disappeared out of thin air. Yan San stared at her with wide eyes and a horrified expression: "Ghost...Ghost!"

Aning forgot that there was someone next to her, so she used her spiritual power to directly enter the room. She looked at the person, bit her lower lip helplessly with her teeth, and said softly: "I'm sorry."

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She waved her hand. Yan San's eyes were still filled with fear. A blue light hit his forehead. He closed his eyes and opened them again after a moment. This time, there was no fear in his eyes. When he saw Aning A surprised look appeared on his face: "Miss Aning, when did you come in?"

"You just called me in." She lowered her eyes, kept twisting the corners of her clothes with her hands, and said hesitantly.

"Really..." Yan San scratched his head, his tone full of confusion. Did he go out just now?

"Ahem." The man's cough brought the two people present back to their senses. "Yan San, please go out first." He raised his eyes and looked at Yan San in an understatement.

After Yan San left, they were the only two people left in the room. There seemed to be a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, which was not unpleasant. Ning Zhiyan poured a cup of tea for Aning, and traces of water floated out of the teacup. Wu was stunned for a moment. He knew she had some special abilities, but he was still stunned when he saw her today.

He originally thought that the teleportation was enough to surprise him, but he never expected that her special abilities were more than that. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that these were all nonsense that appeared in drawing books.

Everyone thinks that Yue Ming is more than just a divine sword. After all, the first emperor of the Yue Kingdom defeated thousands of troops with just Yue Ming. One can imagine how powerful Yue Ming is.

The Yue Ming Sword hides too many secrets. How many people have killed each other for this sword throughout the ages. If people knew that Yue Ming not only recognized its master, but also transformed into a sword spirit, it would probably cause a massacre.

Ning Zhiyan's eyes glanced back and forth on her body, and finally settled on her innocent face. He paused for a while and said softly: "Miss Aning, you must never use these abilities in front of outsiders, otherwise It will be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives."

"What about you?" Aning licked his red lips, his eyes twinkling, "I just performed it in front of you."

The man blurted out without thinking, with an extremely serious expression: "Don't worry, Miss Aning, I will never take advantage of you, even if one day something happens to endanger my life, I will not."

His voice was very clear and gentle, and his tone was neither urgent nor slow. Every word seemed to be beating on her heart. Her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his face was blurred with that of the brightly dressed and angry horse in her memory. The young generals overlapped.

Under the city gate, the whole country saw her off. The young general jumped off his horse, embraced her in his arms in front of everyone, and swore in her ear with a clear and tired voice: "I will swear on my life that I hope my girl will be safe and happy." , wait until I come back to marry her."

This memory came to mind more than once, and there were even similar scenes in the fragmented memories. Aning was sure that those memories were definitely not owned by a sword spirit, but seemed to belong to a human being.

There was a slight tingling sensation on her face, and her eyes gradually became clear. It turned out that Ning Zhiyan was clumsily wiping her tears with his sleeves, and her indifferent brows were filled with tenderness at this moment.

An Ning's heart moved, and when he was unprepared, she threw herself into the man's arms, her arms wrapped around his lean waist, her ears rested on his broad chest, and the tip of her nose surrounded the familiar smell of cedar. For a moment, she felt it Satisfied like never before.

Ning Zhiyan was startled by her sudden movement, and subconsciously wanted to push her away with his hand, but the moment his hand came close to her shoulder, he suddenly refused to let go. After a pause, he retracted his hand and let her hold her.

A warm and lingering breath came from his chest, rising and falling. He could feel his heartbeat slowly starting to speed up, and his snow-white skin gradually turned a touch of pink, even on the tips of his ears.

Under the dancing candlelight, the two figures were infinitely elongated. The man's eyelashes were long and thick, and his quiet eyes were filled with tiny halos, showing his tenderness.

He has never been so intimate with any woman, and now this move has greatly exceeded his expectations. This feeling is very subtle, and he is not disgusted with it.

As he was all about fate, he took the relationship between men and women very lightly. His parents left early, and few people from the Ning family returned home, so his marriage was rarely cared about.

The room was very quiet. Listening to a gentle and long breathing, Ning Zhiyan lowered his eyes and noticed that the person in his arms had fallen asleep at some point, and the hands around his waist were still tightly clasped. The thick black eyelashes still have a few drops of crystal on them.

He carried Aning to the bed with almost no effort and tucked her into bed. When he wanted to leave, a small white hand tightly grasped his sleeve.

"Don't go... Ning Zhiyan... don't go..." As if falling into a nightmare, Aning frowned, moved his lips slightly, and murmured a few words.

Ning Zhiyan listened quietly for a while, her eyes as dark as a deep cold pool, her gaze drooping. After a long time, a pair of warm hands gently touched her eyebrows, and a gentle and gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"No, I won't leave."

His words were like a ray of dawn that illuminated her dark world. Her brows were gradually smoothed, and her clenched hands were slowly loosened. The man sat on the edge of the bed and quietly took his hands back.

When he left the house, Aning seemed to hear an invisible sigh in his sleep.

"Silly girl."

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