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

It was dark outside, the crescent moon hung high on the treetops, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Qingyu Mansion

The woman with black hair and red eyes stared expressionlessly at Qingyu lying on the ground.

With a calm look in her eyes, a smile appeared on her bright red lips, with a ghostly evil aura. She lowered her head and stared at the dying person on the ground.

At this moment, Qingyu didn't have any of his usual air of dignity. The Taoist robe on his body was already in tatters, with faint blood stains on it, his eyes were unfocused, and his face was ashen.

Qingyu used the hidden ban on the woman to lure her to his house. However, the power of the sword spirit was more powerful than he expected, and the hidden ban technique he learned was just the tip of the iceberg.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control her in the future.

So he came up with a bold idea, which was to take the power of the sword spirit as his own.

Of course, this is not easy, because it requires the sword heart of the sword spirit, and this sword heart is the source of spiritual power and the maintenance of the status quo of transformation. Without the sword heart, it is like a person without a soul, leaving only one With a body.

Unless the sword spirit voluntarily takes it by force, even if it is wiped out, the sword spirit will not be given to anyone.

Qingyu used the hidden ban on the sword spirit to control her to give up the sword heart voluntarily.

The pain of peeling off the sword's heart was no small matter. When the sword's heart began to take shape, he was backlashed by the hidden ban on the sword spirit before he could be happy.

Blood burst out from his mouth, and he watched in horror as the stripped sword heart merged with the sword spirit bit by bit. Qingyu's hoarse and gloomy voice sounded throughout the mansion.

"No!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, his hair spread out like withered straw, and his complexion looked horribly sallow.

He looked at the ghostly sword spirit with a pair of gray eyes full of fear. His hands were completely numb and he could only crawl on the ground on his two legs.

"Don't come over, just let me go."

When the sword spirit heard this, his beautiful face finally had other expressions. His cold eyebrows frowned slightly, and his porcelain white face seemed to be holding back something, as if he was in some pain.

The blue light on her body blended with the black energy, and her dark eyes were shrunk and dyed a layer of light red. She was hanging in the air, her black hair entangled with her blue shirt, and her clothes were flying, coinciding with the night.

Summoning the Moon Ming Sword, the white fingertips moved slightly, and the sword was unsheathed, transforming into dense sword shadows, and the stream of light flashed, all moving away in the direction of Qingyu.

The miserable and painful sound resounded throughout the mansion, and Qingyu fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. The figure of the sword spirit was clearly reflected in his pupils. She walked towards him barefoot with black hair and red eyes, and finally stopped in front of him.

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me."

Qingyu still had one breath left. He twisted his body in pain and kept begging for mercy.

He doesn't want to die.

If there was a chance of regret, he would never provoke this monster.

But he doesn't have this chance anymore.

The sword spirit looked at him expressionlessly, its long black eyelashes cast a shadow under its eyes, and seals formed in its palms, finally forming a ball of light and attacking the person at its feet. Qingyu did not say a word this time, and breathed out with her huge eyes open. .

The clear moonlight depicts the uneven and mottled black shadows of the houses, like eerie monsters, and the hazy moon is reflected thinly on the branches.

A beautiful, unrealistic woman in a blue shirt was walking barefoot on a deserted street.

...

For a time, the news of Immortal Master Qingyu's death was known throughout the country, and overwhelming rumors spread widely among the people. Some people said that he was taken away by God because he had seen too many opportunities. Some people also say that he died tragically because he messed with something unclean.

Different opinions differed widely, and Qingyu's death had a big impact on the emperor, but he could do nothing since the person was gone. After ordering a grand burial, he drafted an edict to recruit talents from all over the country. It was expected that Recruiting people with extraordinary abilities like Qingyu.

Ning Zhiyan knew that Qingyu's death must be related to Aning, because the seal was exactly the same as the one that hit Yan San, but she was nowhere to be found, even Yue Ming disappeared.

Soon another three months have passed, and Ning Zhiyan has never stopped looking for Aning during these three months, but there are only a few clues and no news about Yue Ming has been found.

It was as if the world had disappeared, as if the sword had never appeared, and Aning had just imagined it out of thin air.

After Yan San's injury improved, the sealed memory emerged one day. In addition, after being injured by Aning, he was in disbelief. He quickly informed his master, but his master's reaction was calm as usual, as if he had known it for a long time. He couldn't help but smack his tongue, the master is really well-informed.

Then he also thought about it. The master must have known about Miss Aning's unusualness for a long time. After all, it was the master who brought Miss Aning back. Her identity must be clear to the master.

But after that day, he never saw Miss An Ning in his house again, leaving aside the matter of hurting him.

The girl An Ning usually looked demure and well-behaved, but that day she seemed to be a different person, as cold as ice, as if she didn't know him. Not only did she take Yue Ming away, she even injured him.

If the master hadn't arrived in time, he might have just told her where he was that day.

That night Ning Zhiyan had a dream, in which he finally saw the woman he had longed for.

With blue shirt and black hair, she is as beautiful as a fairy.

He could barely control his legs and ran forward and took her in his arms, but the woman seemed to have forgotten about him. After pushing him away, she treated him coldly and even drew a sword at him.

Before he could say anything, the scene changed quickly.

The scene of a woman being stripped of her sword core by Qingyu appeared in front of him. He wanted to step forward to stop her but passed through their bodies. He was stunned, and a feeling of powerlessness suddenly spread in his heart.

He could only watch the woman's body gradually become transparent, like fireworks blooming at night, turning into a blue light, and just when he was about to reach out and touch it, the blue light actually collapsed into countless light spots, quickly moving around. Disperse.

Ning Zhiyan had no time to catch those light spots and could only watch them disappear...

At this moment, there seemed to be countless sharp needles in his heart, pricking him upwards one after another, making it difficult to breathe in pain. The whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and the bone-eroding chill spread to all the limbs.

"No, Aning, don't-"

He screamed at the top of his lungs where she disappeared, and finally turned into a small wail.

I don't know how long it took, but a faint greenish-gray color appeared on the bloodless pale face, and the eyes were empty and lifeless.

He lost her...

Until the candlelight burned out, Ning Zhiyan opened his sour eyes and stared at the bed curtain in a daze. His chest felt tight. Was that a dream?

He raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, his fingertips were a little moist.

It turned out that he was crying.