Nightfall

In fact, Ning Que rarely sees the subject, and is in Changan City. Now I want to come. Every time I meet, it seems to be accompanied by snow and snow, extremely cold, from outside to inside.

In the past, Tsing Yi's Tsing Yi was not stained with dust, and there was no snow and frost.

He searched for Sang Sang in the world for many days, many places, and traveled in a distance without distance. It was very expensive and still a step slower-Ning Que's life link with Sang Sang was better than the strongest in the world.

He looked at the end of Hantan, and looked at the old yellow grass under the snow. There was no expression on his face, nor any mood in his mood, because there was nothing there.

But he always felt that there was something there, just like in the past days, when he passed through the cold and snowy wilderness tribe and looked at the log cabin, so he did not leave.

The mountains abandoned by Haotian became colder and colder in the wind and snow, watching the Lord standing quietly by the pool, but his expression became more and more calm, as if there was invisible clear water flowing through it, washing away all the dust, The color of the wind and frost became more and more fading, and finally disappeared without a trace, and the snow flakes on the Tsing Yi melted away.

A breath of pure and pure air radiated from his body, came to his feet, melted the snow, greened the old grass, spread to the pool, melted the ice, rippled, and the spring was born.

The spring breeze greened the shore of Hantan Lake, and instantly reached the opposite bank.

Sang Sang looked at him quietly, his fingers gently on the ground, like a trickle of breath of life, injected into the earth, the spring of the outside and the spring of the inside merged together, it is difficult to separate each other.

Without each other, there is no boundary, and it cannot be seen.

When twilight came, the subject left the bank, leaving a residual breath of the space channel, disappearing without a trace.

Ning Que confirmed that he did not find Sang Sang and himself, but his face was slightly relaxed but there was no expression of joy, because this was only a temporary thing, and no one knew how long this situation would last.

"Can I go now?"

He looked at the magnificent Helan City in the distant mountains and asked.

Sang Sang was silent.

Ning Que understood what she meant. At this time, the subject might have gone to the South China Sea, or may be looking at the earth at the top of Xuefeng. If she opened her own world, it would be easy for him to discover.

The abacus rested on her lap, and she could no longer calculate the position of the subject.

She is becoming weaker and weaker, or more and more like an ordinary woman, this fact silences her, makes her helpless and makes her more angry.

She grabbed Ning Que's hand and took a bite, just like a stimulating mother beast.

Ning Que looked at the blood spilled from her lips, but it was painful but not crying. Her eyes were full of spoiling and sympathy.

The night was coming, the wind and snow suddenly stopped in the mountains, and the wind came from the sea in the southeast direction. The thick clouds in the sky were blown out of a large gap.

Ning Que held Sang Sang leaning on the soft and warm skin, watching the stars in the night sky and the bright moon in a daze.

Sang Sang said: "I want to have sex."

Ning lacked Weizhen, looked down at her face calmly, only to know that she was not telling a joke. Of course, if she was really telling a joke, this thing would be too funny.

He said: "Think of nothing, go to bed first."

Sang Sang said: "I want to sleep with you."

Ning stunned, said: "Sleepy?"

Sang Sang said: "I want to sleep with you."

Her emotions are calm, even a little indifferent, not so serious, but very serious.

Ning Que embraced her and smelled her, kissed her face.

After a while.

He suddenly said, "Can you stop watching?"

Sang Sang looked at a place without blinking his eyes and said, "Why?"

Ning Que said: "What is this? People are doing, the sky is watching?"

Sang Sang looked up at him and said, "This is interesting."

"Fun your size."

"This is boring."

"Well, I said ... Even if you have to watch it, can you have some emotion?"

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Waking up early in the morning, Ning Que ’s mood is not very good, because he always feels that Sang Sang ’s mood is a little weird, like saying goodbye to himself-just reunited, should she run away again?

Thinking about it, he always felt a little inappropriate, and his expression gradually became dignified. He looked at the grass across the cold lake that was born in the spring of yesterday, and was frozen by the cold wind overnight.

What happened next gave another possible answer, but he couldn't make him feel a little relaxed, but he felt more heavy because Sang Sang seemed to be about to give birth.

Many things, he has experience, but this matter, he has no experience, Sang Sang used to know everything, omnipotent, but there is no way to deal with this matter.

The house was quiet. Sang Sang was holding a bulging abdomen, feeling the movements coming from inside, his brows were extremely tight, his face was pale, he hadn't started the pain, but it was about to start.

It's troublesome to have a baby. What's more troublesome is that Sangsang's state of mind is greatly disturbed. It is difficult to maintain his own world. The hair outside the window is floating with springs. Ning Que knows that it is a crack.

If the world is reduced, or if there is less material in the world, the ability of Sang Sang may be maintained for a longer period of time.

Ning Que looked at the looming space cracks outside the window and understood why waking up early in the morning would feel the separation near him. After a moment of silence, he led the **** horse out of the cabin.

There was no crisp and broken sound, only a slight cold wind facing him, he returned to the real world, stood by the real cold lake, looking back, there was no road and no house.

He decided to leave here, the farther away from Hantan the better, and the farther away from her, the better. He understood what Long Qing said before that battle. It turned out that his search was not a good thing for her.

However, when he was about to leave, someone came.

The man returned to Tanbian.

"where is she?"

Looked at him and asked him, his expression was calm, not impatient, not sullen or angry, as if everything was under control, just like the water plants in the water, the pool shadow in the pool, and the will of heaven in his mind.

Ning Que did not answer his question, pulled out the iron knife, and chopped across from Hantan.

Cuts thousands of knives.

The blade is broken into countless afterimages, each of which is a stroke, two strokes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ is a word, and his iron knife was instantly written by the cold lake. Thousands of words.

Thousands of "Xi" characters.

His face was pale as paper, and his mind in the sea was empty.

Numerous fierce runes, covering Hantan.

Under the feet of the Lord, there are several green grasses that are stretching the waist, and they are silently broken into countless crumbs.

The cold trees by the lake, silently and silently, turned into countless fragments.

The world by Hantan is a painting.

Ning Que cut this painting into countless fragments.

The subject is a person in the painting, how to be comfortable?

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(This chapter is mainly about the words "People are doing, the sky is watching". A friend on Weibo said: When you ask your girlfriend to have sex, you always think of a sentence: People are doing, days are watching. (WB @ Zac). When I saw it, I thought when Ning Que and Sang Sang were doing, what was that? I wrote before that Heaven and Man are at war and that Heaven and Man are one, but I always wanted her to see that people are doing, Heaven It ’s cool, it ’s a very long and careful description, but everyone knows the recent situation, so it ’s simplistic to keep it in mind, and it ’s unavoidable to regret it. I have always been a native novelist for many years. In the section of Fan Xian and Zhan Doudou during the last year of celebration, I wrote very carefully. I want to use another method to do it again. It is a pity that the last chapters must be carefully. See you tomorrow.) ( To be continued "This article is provided by the breaking dawn update team @ 画 长空". If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤first launch◢ vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets, and your support is my biggest motivation.)