Nightfall

Ning Que didn't know how to take this sentence, looking at the bubble floating in front of her, thinking about the speculations that she and the teacher had made on the sea boat, and asked with some uncertainty: "This is what the world looks like?"

Sang Sang did not answer.

The wind and snow were not reduced. The speed of the **** horse was very fast. It didn't take long to pass the sea of ​​snow. Ning Que looked back and looked at the clear mark of the hoof on the snowfield. I didn't know what to think.

Anything that passes will leave traces, this sentence is a bit sour, and it is nonsense, but for what he wants to do, it is a simple truth that is most needed. The most important changes for humans in this world are not those trace? Such as city walls, palaces, fields, hills and river banks.

The same is true of this trace of Xuehai, and it is also a certain part of a certain stroke of a certain word, or it is the beginning or the ending, but it is temporarily uncertain, even Ning Ning lacks himself, unless he really put Write that word and let it be seen by the whole world.

How easy is it to write that word? Looking back on the human history of this world, countless robbers and countless years have truly been able to transcend the rules and reach the state of immeasurable state. After all, there is only one Master.

But there is always some preparation, even for thousands of years-before determining the true purpose of the subject, these are probably the few things he can do now.

Looking now, the Lord let Long Qing burn Ye Ye to help him sanctify, make the Daomen split, and secretly help Protestantism become more and more wide, all pointing to making Sang Sang weak. Obviously he wanted to be against Sang Sang.

According to the academy's calculations, the means used by the subject to deal with Sang Sang are the few books of heaven, but ...

Why? Without thinking about things like religious belief, the logic of this matter is very difficult to be self-consistent. Sang Sang is Hao Tian. Why did Daomen kill her and dare to kill her? Where is the meaning?

Sang Sang didn't say, Ning Que didn't ask. As long as he could return to Chang'an's home, he still had a lot of time to solve the puzzle and make corresponding countermeasures.

The speed of the **** horse was so fast that it turned into a black lightning in the snow and wind. The green dog was running in the deep snow next to it and was buried by the snow from time to time. It looked like blossoming green lotus, but it was not slow.

A few days later, Ning Que and his party left the area of ​​the cold region and came to a coniferous forest with some green leaves. In the forest, he saw a lot of venison and blood frozen into ice residue after being left over by beasts. Looking at the footprints of the herd and the broken trees, it was determined that it should be the place where Snow Wolf once stayed.

Sang Sang extended his right index finger and tapped on the **** horse's neck. The **** horse understood her meaning and slowly slowed down to stop. She took the stomach awkwardly and took a move.

The green-haired dog ran over with joy, and jumped into her arms.

She hugged the green-haired dog and looked to the south, her face indifferent.

Ning Que looked at the big dog in her arms and wanted to say something.

The south is still a snow storm, but Sang Sang watched for half an hour, and then said: "Zhuandong, 12, 8."

Ning lacked support for her to mount the horse, nudged the reins, and made the **** horse change direction and travel east. He didn't ask questions during the whole process, and seemed to know what she meant.

Several days later, on an ice river, Sang Sang stopped the **** horse again.

She looked to the sky in a certain direction, her expression was still indifferent, but her eyes gradually showed irritability, and then took out a small abacus from her arms and began to dial.

Except when building a house in Chang'an City, because of the large amount of money involved, a serious sense of ritual was needed to increase confidence in using an abacus. Ning Que rarely saw her use of an abacus, which was somewhat surprising.

Snowfields are rarely traced, except for the howling wind, which is very quiet. At this time, the ice bank sounded a crackling and crackling sound, and Sang Sang's fingers left the debut image on the abacus, like playing a piano.

After a while, she stopped the movement of the plan.

Ning looked to her in lack of sight, and saw that the small wooden beads on the abacus arranged into a very regular, but absolutely meaningless pattern, couldn't understand it, and asked directly: "How to go?"

"Northwest, 33, 23." Sang Sang said.

Going northwest is equivalent to retreating, Ning Que has no doubt, gently lift the reins, and let the **** horse go in that direction, kicking snow and splashing ice all the way without delaying any time.

At dusk, the big dark horse stopped again. Sang Sang took out the abacus and started dialing again like playing the piano. After the calculation was completed, he gave a new direction. Ning Que did what he said.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't ask questions, let alone questions, but cooperated in silence and quiet, just like many years ago, he absolutely trusted her about the calculation of routes.

In the next few days, this situation kept repeating. Finally, Sang San no longer even put the abacus in his clothes, but placed it in front of the saddle. He would fiddle with it from time to time, and the number of turns became more and more frequent.

She was much weaker than before, and Tianxin couldn't count everything in the world, but when it comes to arithmetic, she still surpasses the average human being, and there is no regularity of turning and retreating. In the end, even Ning Que lost her position.

But he knew that now he is getting south and getting closer and closer to Chang'an City.

Sang Sang and the person he did not want to meet, have not met.

Ning Que's expression became more and more dignified, because he knew that everything was more dangerous in the end, and because he found that Sansang's spirit was getting worse and worse, and I wondered how long he could continue to count.

Sang Sang became very tired and very sleepy. He often dialed the abacus beads and fell asleep silently against his chest. Fortunately, he was not as weak as he was seriously ill that year, nor did he vomit blood.

Ning Que couldn't help thinking every time she looked at her tall and bulging abdomen, is it almost coming?

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For the next two days, he followed the southward journey of Tianji Mountain. Xueling drew a clear, beautiful and undulating line in the blue sky, guiding the direction of the big dark horse.

He Lancheng loomed between the mountains and the mountains, Sang Sang once again stopped the **** horse.

This time it took a long time to calculate, the wooden beads on the abacus kept bouncing, was pushed back by her fingers, and was pulled out again, it seemed very messy, and her movements became a little messy, Like playing the piano.

The indifference on her face was replaced by irritability, and finally became annoyed.

Snapped, her hand fell on the abacus, and the pattern that was reluctantly to be formed was messed up again, letting some messy hair fly around on the cheek, saying: "Meet."

Ning Que only remained silent for a short time and asked, "Is there any chance?"

Sang Sang said: "No."

He asked how likely it is that the husband and wife will join forces to defeat the subjective.

Sang Sang's answer is very concise and clear, not at all.

This time Ning Que was silent for a long time and said, "Can you go around?"

Sang Sang said: "No."

Heard two negatives in a row, Ning Que did not doubt her judgment, so he turned around and dismounted without hesitation, took the reins to the mountains and said, "First find a way to hide."

Listening to this, Sang Sang raised his eyebrows slightly and was a little unhappy.

She is Haotian, hiding because of a human? And that man was a dog she used to raise? Of course, in fact, she has been hiding on the banks of Xuehai for a long time, but at that time she could keep one's mind, but now it is difficult. She does not want to be too weak in front of Ning Que and needs his protection.

When her subconscious fell on her abdomen, she remained silent.

Ning Que didn't expect that at this moment she would still think of the ones that she didn't have. She took the reins and ran into the mountain quickly, came to a cold lake surrounded by cold trees, and said, "Here.

Helan City can be seen from afar, but it is difficult to be discovered by the outside world.

Sang Sang waved the sleeves made of animal skin, a clear light flashed away, a breath appeared and then disappeared.

Ning Que didn't notice any strange things, but he knew that she had already started her own world. The flat land beside the Hantan and herself and the **** horse and green hair dog were all in this world.

It didn't take long for him to see the proof.

The snow on the banks of the lake gradually melted, the temperature gradually increased, and there were grass buds in the mud.

The snow abandoned suddenly in the sky abandoned mountains.

Ning looks out to the outside world, and feels so magical. The snow outside is like anger, but here is as warm as spring.

He thought about it, pulled out the iron knife, and cut some trees neatly. With his inhuman power, it only took a very short time to build a wooden house by the lake.

The wooden house is a little shabby, but the light wood fragrance can calm the mind.

Sang Sang holding his belly, watching him work quietly beside him.

"Hide into a small building to unify?"

She looked at the humble wooden house and said blankly: "You know, it's impossible to hide forever."

"I stole my life for half a day."

Ning Que said: "I can hide for as long as possible ... well, don't do poetry anymore. These poems were taught by you when I was a kid. Besides, you need to rest now."

He helped her into the wooden house and let her lean on the soft bedding.

He lowered his head against her swollen abdomen and wanted to hear the movement inside.

But there was movement outside the wooden house.

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He has wind and frost on his face and wind and snow on his clothes. I don't know how long he has been in the world and how many places he has found.

He quietly looked across from Hantan, he didn't see anything, but he didn't leave.

Ning Que raised his head, glanced at him, then lowered his head, and continued leaning on Sang Sang's abdomen, no longer paying attention to the outside things, and his expression seemed extremely focused.

Sang Sang ignored him, and looked across from Hantan, suddenly said: "I want to kill him."

Ning Que heard the fetal movement and was delighted, and replied: "You can't kill him now, don't think about it."

Sang Sang said indifferently: "I can't kill him, I want to kill him."

Ning was stunned. I thought this was the truth.

If she used to kill whoever she wanted to kill, where else did she need to think?

He sat up and hugged her into his arms, looking at the subject opposite Hantan, silently, like looking at the false world in the mirror, like watching a drama or a painting.

Seems very absurd, interesting, and peaceful. In fact, the world he and Sang Sang are in now is fake, and this world cannot be maintained forever, and there will be a moment of fragmentation.

The moment when Sang Sang could not maintain this world.

Is probably the moment he and she left the world. (To be continued, "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update team @ 为 喜 而 生". If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)