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

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

At dawn, Yan San knocked on Ning Zhiyan's door as usual.

And he waited for a long time before he heard the hoarse voice of the person in the room.

"Enter."

Yan San stepped into the inner room and saw the man's frail back. He paused and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The man only wore a thin undershirt. He stood in front of the window lattice. The dawn light outlined the outline of his eyebrows. His face was pale, his cheeks were thin, his pale lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were in a trance.

In his hand, there were two very similar pieces of jade pendants intertwined together, making a clear and pleasant collision sound during the friction.

Suddenly, there was warmth in the palm of his hand. He lowered his eyes and saw that one of the jade pendants was glowing with light.

This piece belongs to Aning.

The jade pendant was left in his courtyard on the day Aning disappeared. He picked it up and kept it temporarily. He originally wanted to return it to her in person, but her whereabouts were never found.

The man's eyes dimmed, and the jade pendant often glowed with dim light while he was wearing it. As soon as he fell asleep, he would dream of her being wiped out in ashes.

So does this jade pendant mean something?

Since the whereabouts of An Ning and Yue Mingjian became unknown, no matter how many people he sent and how far they traveled, there was still no trace, not even any news at all.

He was afraid that she would be harmed, even though he knew that she was a sword spirit with powerful spiritual power.

There are too many people in this world who want to get the Yue Ming Sword just like Qing Yu, and some of them are far more capable than Qing Yu. If Aning is met by those people, it will be very bad.

So he had to find Yue Ming Sword and An Ning first. Sometimes there was no news but it wasn't good news. At least he could be sure that she was safe.

"Master, Miss Aning has her own destiny. She will be fine. Don't wait for her to come back. Your health is broken again." Yan San stood behind the gauze tent for a long time and finally spoke after holding back his words for a long time.

In the past few months, he had watched his body lose weight rapidly, his illness recurred, and he had to start taking medicines that he had stopped taking.

He really never expected that Miss Aning would hold such a heavy weight in his master's heart.

Ning Zhiyan was silent. After a while, his voice was low and hoarse: "I know my body well. Is there any news about Yan San?"

Yan San frowned, stared at the man's back, and finally sighed: "No..."

"Keep looking."

-

Today, a strong wind suddenly blew in the capital of Shu. Above the sky, black clouds pressed down on the city, and the Golden Crow was hidden in the darkness.

Lightning flashed in the originally clear sky, and in an instant, thunder rolled, and a blue light illuminated the sky and broke through the clouds and poured down.

But in the blink of an eye, it stopped in a courtyard, making a lot of noise. The people in the room opened the door and saw the Yueming Sword flashing blue light, flickering on and off, and the beads on the sword tassel were ringed. Qing Ming.

Immediately afterwards, the thunder in the sky condensed and intertwined, and gathered together in a white light that suddenly fell down and struck straight towards the moon. At this moment, the dazzling blue light formed a figure, and the light gradually retreated.

That figure appeared in Ning Zhiyan's sight unexpectedly.

After a while, the dark clouds dissipated and heavy rain poured down. The branches and leaves around the yard were broken, and the Yue Ming Sword remained motionless.

The woman's face was horribly pale, and her pair of dark pupils were empty and unfocused. Her long hair stuck weakly to the skin of her neck in the rain. Her dress was stained with blood that had been washed away by the rain, and it was no longer possible to see her original appearance. s color.

She just stood quietly in the rain, her thin figure surrounded by the rain, standing barefoot.

Ning Zhiyan's breath was stagnant, and he stared at the woman blankly. His body suddenly started to tremble, and his heart seemed to have a cluster of dense pinpricks, and the pain was severe.

Isn't the person in front of him the one he worries about day and night?

When he opened his mouth, he felt that his throat was extremely dry. He stepped into the rain curtain, approached slowly, and carefully hugged the person into his arms. His voice was trembling without even noticing it: "Aning..."

The cold and biting touch made him realize that it was her and this was not a dream.

He hugged her tightly and closed his eyes, his sour eyes were moist, the rain was still falling, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain on his face.

Wrapped in the warm breath of the man, the woman was stunned. Her dark pupils became clear for a moment, and her long wet eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling at a loss.

There was a familiar smell of cedar lingering in her nose. She felt that her brain was starting to slow down, and an inexplicable sense of belonging spread from deep in her heart.

Who is he?

Why hug her?

Why does it give her a very familiar feeling?

Why would she be reluctant to leave his arms.

"Who are you?"

The man's body trembled and he hugged him tighter.

-

When Yan San saw the woman with black hair and red lips appearing next to Ning Zhiyan, his pupils involuntarily dilated. This woman looked really like Miss An Ning.

Just when he was lamenting how could there be two people so similar in this world.

Yan San finally realized that whatever they looked like was carved from the same mold, and then an idea suddenly came to his mind.

He swallowed unnaturally.

I have an idea in my mind, but I don’t know whether to talk about it or not.

Could she be Miss Aning?

After taking two steps back, Yan San said tremblingly: "Master, if nothing happens, I'll go down first."

To be honest, ever since he knew that Miss Aning was not a human being, he felt inexplicably frightened whenever he thought of her. Forget it, let's leave this space to them.

After Yan San left, Ning Zhiyan raised his eyes and glanced at the woman.

The woman sat on the soft couch and looked at him. Her face was cold and without any unnecessary expression, and her almond-shaped eyes were also calm.

"Aning." He called her.

The woman tilted her head, and her long black hair spread out with her movements, with a few playful strands sticking to her face. Her eyes were full of doubts, and she blinked.

Are you calling her?

Ning Zhiyan stepped forward, looked at her with gentle eyes, and raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ears.

There was an obvious warm touch on her ears, and she suddenly paused, tightly clutching the tassel ribbon on her dress, staring at him unblinkingly with her dark eyes.

"Who are you?" This was the second time she spoke today.

Ning Zhiyan's hand that was about to touch her head trembled, and his body became a little stiff. He felt dizzy and his face turned horribly pale.

He leaned on the table beside him with his expression unchanged, closed his eyes, and suddenly remembered the first time the two met.

He also asked her this way: "Who are you?"