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

It has been rainy and gloomy in the capital of Shu these past few days, and the entire capital is shrouded in a layer of dark smog, which is terrifyingly depressing.

Perhaps because of the vague uneasiness in her heart, the little girl often went to the temple outside the city to pray for Ning Zhiyan and keep him safe.

On the way back, the streets that used to be so busy were now unusually cold and desolate, and the sky was also terrifyingly gloomy.

The sounds of the maid and the coachman talking quietly came from outside.

It seems that such a scene is very strange.

Aning opened the window screen on the carriage and glanced at the empty street outside. The uneasiness in his heart became more and more obvious, and his eyelids kept twitching. He immediately urged the coachman to return home as soon as possible.

倏地

Several miserable screams of men and women suddenly broke out outside, but they all stopped after a moment.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. The carriage that was driving smoothly came to a slow stop. The wind blew up the window screen, and the salty smell suddenly spread into the car.

There was a very unpleasant smell, and the little girl's uneasiness suddenly came back to her. She timidly called out twice, but no one paid any attention to her.

She opened the curtain with trembling hands and leaned out most of her body. Just one glance made her legs weak in fear. All the guards and maids in the mansion were lying on the ground bloody, their faces looked frightened, and their faces were frighteningly pale.

She stumbled out of the carriage, managed to steady her steps, and then turned her head. A fierce sword light came straight towards her, just at the moment when the sword blade was about to strike.

She closed her eyes tightly, and the biting wind blew on her face like a knife, her hair was messy in the air, and in a daze she heard a clear sound from the sword.

Her legs were so weak that she slowly opened her eyes with trembling thick eyelashes. The sword was standing upright in front of her. Her face turned pale instantly, her body went limp, and she collapsed directly on the ground.

The thin sword blade was enveloped in a light blue light, and there was still a faint black aura on it, but it didn't have the fierce sword aura just now.

She was shocked, and then realized that the sword looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Her mind was racing, and suddenly the image of Ning Zhiyan practicing martial arts with a sword flashed across her mind. She stared at the sword and was slightly stunned.

This sword is his...

wrong

She soon gave up the idea because Ning Zhiyan was on the battlefield thousands of miles away. How could his sword appear in the capital?

By some strange mistake, the little girl raised her trembling hand, and as soon as she touched the sword blade, her fingertips were cut. I don't know if it was her imagination, but the moment the sword touched her blood, the blue light flowed and swallowed up the black blood. gas.

At this time, an old man in white robes appeared in sight. He made a chant. The golden light hit the sword, and the sword was taken into his hand. The old man stared at the little girl with his turbid eyes. .

Suddenly he said: "Is the girl injured?"

Aning didn't recognize the old man in front of him. He stood up with his hand supporting the axle. There was some blood on his light blue skirt. His eyes glanced at the sword in his hand. He stared at the old man warily, thinking that the person who came was evil: "This sword is your? "

Probably because the little girl's tone was a little cold and wary, and her eyes flicked back and forth on the sword in his hand, the old man told the truth.

"No."

After he explained to the little girl in front of him, he was able to clear his "suspect".

The old man said that he was a Taoist who traveled here and saw that the city was surrounded by evil spirits. He was afraid that evil spirits were causing trouble, so he wanted to come and inquire about the situation.

What he didn't tell Aning was that he actually came to look for the sword on the orders of the current emperor. Three days ago, he saw the sword that was locked and contaminated with evil spirit in the palace, and he knew that something was terrible. It was not easy, and a seal was immediately placed on the sword.

Just when he was trying to think of a way to get rid of the evil spirit, the sword broke free of its seal and ran rampant in the city.

Just now, he saw that the blood on the girl in front of him seemed to be able to suppress the evil energy on the sword, and the faint golden light on her body could only be possessed by those with deep blessings.

And this kind of person only appears once in a hundred years.

It just so happens that this kind of person is what evil spirits are afraid of.

He calculated the fate of the little girl in front of him with his fingers. He couldn't help but glance at her, lowered his head and calculated again. Then he frowned into a mountain peak. No matter how he calculated, the final result was the same.

Finally, the old man looked at her again with complicated eyes. How could someone's fate be so consistent with a sword in this world.

He suddenly remembered an ancient book he had read, which contained an article about sword spirits. It said that as long as each sword has spiritual consciousness, it can be cultivated into a sword spirit and become a divine sword.

However, the process can be as short as a hundred years or as long as a thousand years. There is also a shortcut to becoming a sword spirit, which is to find a human whose fate matches the sword, nourish the sword with his blood, and sacrifice his soul to the sword body. Not only can he quickly become a sword spirit, The sword spirit can also eliminate all evil spirits.

It's just that this method is too cruel. He can never let a living life pay homage to a dead thing.

There must be other ways.

He no longer looked at Aning, took out a piece of white ribbon from his sleeve and wrapped it around the sword. When the sword was completely wrapped, he said goodbye to the little girl.

But what An Ning was about to ask, she had no choice but to give up after seeing his leaving figure.

So that sword belongs to Ning Zhiyan?

She didn't know.

Because now she had no way to dwell on this problem anymore. After the old man left, she was the only one left on the street. Looking at the people on the ground who had gone out with her in the morning, they had now turned into bloody corpses. She Scared and sad.

Later, she didn't know how she returned to the house. She only remembered that something like that happened, which made her heart unable to calm down for a long time, so she became seriously ill.

And the news that the sword was killing people everywhere spread in the capital in an instant, making people panic, but no one knew the origin of the sword, it seemed to appear out of thin air.

Aning lay in the house for several days, finally getting better. Then the bad news that Ning Zhiyan was seriously injured and died came from the front line.

At that moment, she only felt that her eyes were black, everything around her became extremely slow, her limbs were heavy and stiff, her vision gradually blurred, and then she lost consciousness.

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Above the sky, the crescent moon is hidden in the clouds and mist, the stars are shining faintly, and the night breeze is cool.

Under the green gauze tent, the woman looked extremely beautiful, but her skin was pale, her eyes were dull, and her whole figure was lifeless as if she had lost her soul.

Sitting next to her bed was a graceful woman who was covering her face and crying. She looked worriedly at the woman on the bed and called out:

"A Ning"

"A Ning"

After a long time, the person on the bed turned his head and stared at a certain place with distracted eyes. He looked suddenly confused and opened his mouth with difficulty. His voice was hoarse: "Mom, I seem to have had a dream."

In the dream, he returned triumphantly, wearing a red dress and carrying a sedan chair to marry her. After the marriage, they were still in love and had their children, living a very happy life.

How she wished this dream was real.

Now whenever she closes her eyes, she can feel the scene of corpses littering the battlefield, and the people she misses are among them.

Tears fell silently into her temples, and all the memories rolled in like a rushing tide. Aning felt as if something was clenching her heart, making her breathless.

"My good An-Ning, Mom knows that you are not feeling well right now. Promise Mom that you will be fine if you have a good sleep. Everything will be fine."

The woman's eyes were filled with tears. She leaned down slightly and touched Aning's head lovingly.

It felt like a stone was weighing on her heart, and her eyes were so sore. She was also a general, so she knew this feeling. Didn't her father also die on the battlefield?

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