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

The light beam condensed at Yunying's fingertips continued to enter Aning's body. The golden light enveloped the black mist, and she squinted her eyes.

I seem to have discovered something interesting.

Aning's whole body was surrounded by golden light. The veins on his forehead popped out in the next second. His long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing like cattail fans. The color of his pupils changed from black to red, and then back to black again. The spiritual power on his body was constantly changing. Disturbed and agitated, she gritted her teeth and seemed to be holding back something.

The mountain wind roared in, and her long hair spread out and swayed in the wind. Her skin was so white without a trace of blood, but her full lips were as red as dyed with blood.

Very eerie.

The hem of the blue skirt fluttered in the wind, and the slender pale fingertips curled up tightly. A trace of blue light jumped out from the slit between the fingers, and the closed palms suddenly opened.

She broke free from Yunying's control, and in the blink of an eye, a bright sword light shot through the sky.

It was Yue Ming, it swept in front of Yunying.

The sword energy was full of hostility.

Suddenly, a golden light suddenly appeared, and a golden sword appeared in the air, entangled with the hostile moon. Seeing this, Yunying quickly strengthened her spiritual power.

Just a little bit.

The palms of her hands condensed into golden light, Yun Ying recited a spell in her mouth, she ducked in front of Aning, and pressed her fingertips against the forehead of the woman in blue.

The black mist finally slowly faded from her body.

Until the golden light swallowed up all the black mist, the woman in blue was relieved and collapsed to the ground. She curled up and let out a painful moan.

Aning was very conscious now, and could feel something attached to her being pulled away bit by bit.

The pain was so painful that she almost couldn't bear to die.

I don't know how long it took, but after the spiritual power in her body had regrouped, and her whole body ached so much that she couldn't feel anything, she finally recovered and raised her eyes to look at the sky.

Wisps of light appeared through the layers of clouds, and fell on her body with a light layer of light. The red eyes under the thin eyelashes seemed to have changed back. black.

She breathed heavily, her eyelashes trembled slightly, tears spread silently, her vision gradually became blurred, and a strong sense of suffocation hit her like a mountain.

And this moment

Xiao Liu, who had not appeared in his mind for a long time, suddenly said: "A Ning, are you okay?"

Aning endured the discomfort and said angrily: "I can't die yet."

God knows what she has been through during this period of time,

……

When Ning Zhiyan and the others arrived, Yunying was sitting alone at the stone table in the courtyard. There were two swords on the table in front of her, as if she had been waiting for them for a long time.

Until two figures appeared in front of her, Yunying picked up the blue sword, looked at the old man, and then moved her eyes to Ning Zhiyan's face.

"People are inside, Ayan, come with me."

Ning Zhiyan didn't know why. After following her into the house, the cold air in the room hit him directly. He took a breath and saw the woman lying quietly on the bed.

She looked very weak, her eyes were closed, her eyelashes were trembling like broken-winged butterflies, and her skin was pale and lifeless.

Ning Zhiyan felt for a moment as if a hammer weighing tens of millions of kilograms was hitting the tip of his heart, causing pain to penetrate his bones.

The jade pendant around her waist glowed faintly, seeming to lead him towards her, and a warm touch came from her arms, driving away a hint of chill.

Approaching the edge of the bed, the two jade pendants separated from his body as if they were attracted to each other, and turned into full stream of light and penetrated into the sword in Yunying's hand.

The blue light suddenly appeared, and the room seemed to be wrapped in light. Everything you saw was light blue. The sword buzzed in Yunying's hand, and the tassel at the end of the hilt shook without wind.

Suddenly, Yunying's ethereal voice came from behind:

"Ayan, from now on, what you see and hear is what you have experienced together."

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Seven hundred years ago, the capital of Shu

The sky is dark, with scattered stars shining faintly. A crescent moon hangs obliquely in the night. The quiet courtyard is illuminated as bright as day, with pavilions and pavilions hidden among the shadows of trees, and lanterns hanging high in the sky under the eaves. , silent everywhere.

Not far away, a woman was holding a weak silk lamp to lead the way. The two sides of the corridor were not dark under the moonlight, but the woman quickened her pace.

In the room in the side courtyard, there are all kinds of books and pens on the neatly arranged desks.

The young general was dressed in mysterious clothes, sitting in front of a table carved from pear wood. He had sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and his facial contours were perfect under the flickering candlelight.

Directly in front of him was a man in black military uniform.

The man stood there for more than a moment, then glanced at the handsome young general, and finally broke the silence: "General, are you really not going to say goodbye to sister Aning?"

The young general was silent and lowered his head to wipe a blue silver sword. His long and sparse eyelashes drooped down to cover his light and deep pupils.

After a while, he said: "I'm afraid I'll be even more reluctant to say goodbye."

Slowly closing the scabbard, a delicate figure appeared in his mind.

The little girl has a gentle temperament, but her tear glands are extremely developed, and the way she covers her face in tears is endearing.

As long as she looked pitiful and crying in front of him, he would feel extremely distressed.

The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and he can't guarantee his own safety. Maybe he should ask the Holy Master to withdraw his promise of marriage before leaving.

If he really can't come back...

There's really no way she can come back. She still has her best years and shouldn't waste them on him.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the door was suddenly pushed open, interrupting his thoughts.

Then a delicate figure appeared at the door. She was holding an almost extinguished silk lamp in her hand, and her clear and transparent eyes were red. She had obviously cried.

Facing the sudden appearance of the person, the young general was astonished. It was already late, and the Duke's Mansion was some distance away from the General's Mansion. How could she appear here?

He stood up and stood up, his eyes sparkling, his black gown outlined his perfect figure, his long legs were wrapped in black boots, his black hair slanted down and spread over his shoulders, lining the soft candlelight He has a clear face and bright features.

Before he even lifted his feet to move, the little girl's hand holding the lamp loosened, the silk lamp fell to the ground, the wick inside was instantly extinguished, and the figure rushed towards him.

He walked around the table and plunged into the young general's chest.

She hugged his lean waist tightly, rested her cheek on his chest, sniffed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ning Zhiyan, I'm going to beg my father to let him tell the Holy One to go to the frontier fortress. Please don’t go, okay?”

The clothes on his chest were slightly wet, it was his little girl crying.

The young general's sharp-jointed hand paused in the air for a moment, and finally landed on her back. After a long time, his magnetic and cool voice was filled with softness: "A-Ning, our Ning family has been in the army for generations. It is inevitable for my generation to , but I promise you that I will protect myself, and we will get married when I come back, okay?"

Everything he had thought about before, all collapsed after seeing the girl in his arms.

He thought that if the little girl fell into the arms of someone else in the future, he would go crazy with jealousy, and he might even become a ghost.

He must win this battle and come back alive.

Then he married her gracefully.

"But I'm so afraid that something will happen to you..."

She was trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.

In the room, the purple gold sand cauldron shone with scarlet light spots, and the rising green smoke contained sandalwood in its mouth.

The soldier who had just been talking to him in the room had already quietly left, and now they were the only two left.

The little girl was out of breath from crying, and her eyes were as swollen as walnuts. He gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with an extremely gentle tone.

"Good boy, stop crying. If you cry any more, you won't be pretty. You have to believe that I will come back safely."