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

Probably because Ning Zhiyan announced that he was seriously ill, very few people came to visit in recent days, which was what Aning wished.

Finally no one came to disturb them.

Ever since Ning Zhiyan said "like" that day, Aning has been very attached to him. The two of them spent almost every moment together except for sleeping time.

In the study

The man with empty eyebrows lowered his head slightly and put away the books on the desk. When he raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the sleeping woman on the soft couch opposite.

And in her left hand was a book with a few pages still turned.

Looking at her like this, Ning Zhiyan couldn't help but reveal a slight smile on his face, his brows and eyes were filled with tenderness, and his eyes seemed to be dotted with little bits of light.

Even a little girl can fall asleep while reading.

He walked forward slowly, and finally stopped beside her. He raised his hand and put the book in her hand aside. His fingertips touched her cold hand, and he trembled all over.

The smile on his face stopped abruptly.

When Aning was sleeping, there was no movement, no sound, no breathing, no body temperature, and no rise and fall in the outline of his chest, as if he was an empty shell without a soul.

Even though he knew that she wouldn't have any life characteristics like a mortal, he still couldn't help but feel his heart twitch, those chaotic thoughts were still affecting his thoughts.

...

"A Ning"

"A Ning"

"A Ning"

Aning was awakened by a hoarse and heavy voice. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by darkness.

There was an invisible sense of oppression in the sealed space, and the fear in her heart was gradually amplified, making her hair stand on end.

It seemed like she was back to the days when she was trapped in the sword. She was panicking for no reason. She subconsciously shouted "Ning Zhiyan" but got no response.

There was no one in the quiet space. She could only hear her own breathing and heartbeat. After walking in the dark for a while, Aning was struck by a force that gave her a headache before she could think about it deeply.

She slumped down on the ground holding her head, her brows furrowed, her expression looking painful, and the hoarse voice sounded in her ears again.

"Aning, come to me."

"come here."

who is it?

Who is calling her?

Aning had a headache that was about to explode. She huddled on the ground, her body was trembling, she slapped her head tightly with both hands, and breathed heavily.

pain.

It hurts.

The painful roar was particularly clear in the empty space.

And a wisp of black air on her body continued to grow, and finally formed a cloud of smoke. It slowly came closer to Aning's ear, and the hoarse voice sounded again.

"You have a headache, don't you? Come with me, I will help you."

"Who...are...you?" Aning endured the pain, gritted his teeth and asked with the only trace of reason he had left.

"I'm here to help you. Don't you want to see Ning Zhiyan? Come, come here, I will take you to find him." The black energy gradually dissipated and continued to swim around her body, following the temptation. It eroded her body bit by bit, and finally merged with her.

……

Suddenly, Aning opened his eyes. There was no focus in his dark pupils, and there was no expression on his face. His temperament had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

Frosty.

She stared at the room for a few seconds, until a voice appeared in her ear and kept urging her.

"Go, go and bring Yue Ming out."

Then the location of Yue Ming popped up in her mind, and as soon as the blue light appeared, the person appeared in Ning Zhiyan's house.

Yueming was hung on an exquisite shelf. She walked forward slowly, her eyes blank and her expression cold.

As if echoing her, Yue Ming's body glowed with a faint blue light. When her eyes swept over the moon-white sword tassel behind the sword hilt, she tilted her head and stretched out her fingertips as soon as they touched the blue beads on the sword tassel. He was stopped by a sudden sound.

"Miss Aning, why are you here?"

Yan San just came in from outside, holding a bowl of dark and rich soup in his hand. The moment he saw Aning, he opened his eyes wide and thought he had seen it wrong.

Shouldn't she be in her own room?

When did you come?

Aning turned around, his empty eyes resting on Yan San, motionless.

Being stared at by her like this, Yan San felt a little uncomfortable. He took a step inside and was about to put down the things in his hands. Only then did he notice that Aning looked like he had just woken up, with his hair scattered and naked. Feet, eyes still a little dazed.

After being silent for a while, Aning turned her eyes to Yue Ming again. This time she did not look at the sword spike, but reached out and took the sword off.

"Miss An Ning, this Yue Ming cannot be touched..."

Yan San exclaimed when he saw her move, but Yue Ming didn't react at all in her hands. He was speechless, and what he wanted to say was swallowed back by force.

Is there any mistake? When did Yue Ming become so obedient? He couldn't touch it before, and he had to use his master's clothes to pick up the sword, but Miss Yue took it down with her bare hands.

He seriously doubted that this sword was snobbish!

After getting the sword, Aning wanted to walk out, but Yan San stopped him first.

"Miss Aning, do you want to take Yue Ming out?"

Aning didn't say anything, just raised his feet and continued walking out.

"Hey, Miss Aning, the master said Yue Ming can't be taken out."

Yan San once again stood in front of Aning and refused to let her go.

Probably because he had been stopped many times, Aning's dark pupils flashed with red light, and the coldness around his body became dull. Seal Jue formed in his palm and hit Yan San.

Yan San didn't have any precautions. He only felt a strong gust of wind blowing towards him. A blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and he flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

The decoction in his hand was scattered all over the floor, and the salty smell filled his mouth. Yan San covered his chest with one hand, supported the ground with the other and moved back, looking at Aning with fear in his eyes.

The woman's pupils were extremely dark, her lips were bright red, her waist-length hair was floating in the air, and her body was glowing with a bit of black energy. It was very strange, and she looked like a demon coming out of the abyss.

Aning slowly walked towards Yan San, looking down at him from a high position, his eyes were unwavering, and seals formed in his palms again.

Yan San closed his eyes subconsciously, and just when he thought he was going to confess here today, a clear and gentle voice called her.

"A Ning"

The woman's back paused, as if she had just woken up from a dream. She looked towards the source of the sound, and saw the tall figure of the man walking towards her.

His face was almost as pale as snow, and the jade pendant hanging around his waist swung left and right with his steps, making a jingling sound.

Aning's eyes were clear for a moment, and the seal formed in her palm quickly dimmed. She pursed her angry lips and whispered, "Ning Zhiyan..." But her eyes were once again covered with a layer of black mist.

His pupils were out of focus, and the black energy on his body was getting thicker.

The thin eyebrows were slightly twisted, blue light flashed, and the woman disappeared into the courtyard.