Wolf Five looked at the girl who was crying uncontrollably with a complicated expression.
He didn't know what happened just now. I never expected that it would end like this. Ningxia survived in the end, but she seemed very sad.
"Who is Zhong Huan? Is there anyone else inside?" He asked softly after the girl calmed down a bit, but still did not release the restraint.
The third brother has already gone to the front to investigate. Before it is determined, it is still very dangerous there. He couldn't let Ning Xia run over for fear of hiding some danger. Otherwise, wouldn't he have saved this person in vain? Although he didn't seem to be saved by them.
What happened just now happened suddenly, and they were confused now, but they could see the whole process clearly.
At that time, Wan Ziming had a disagreement and it was clear that he was going to kill Ning Xia, and blood spattered on the spot. According to the situation at that time, even if they were twice as fast, they might not be able to save Ningxia. If nothing unexpected happened, only one of Ningxia would die.
Unexpectedly, before Wan Ziming could cut off Ning Xia's head with his sword, he was stabbed to death by a sword that came from nowhere. This is definitely not done by Ningxia. How should I do it from that angle?
When he checked the situation in Ningxia just now, he thought it was unlikely. This little thing was seriously injured and lost too much blood. The wound was inflamed and the whole body was hot. The spiritual energy in his body was empty, and he even seemed to be overdrawn.
How could such a young cultivator successfully attack a real person named Jin Dan? Thousand Faces Sanren was not injured at that time.
Besides, the circumstances of Wan Ziming's death were really weird. It was unheard of, unseen, and they didn’t even know what was going on.
The black mist was really weird, and the sword was also weird.
Why was Wan Ziming able to struggle for so long before he died when a sword penetrated his heart? And why was this man left with only a skeleton after his death?
Also, if he remembered correctly, Wan Ziming only kidnapped one person from Ningxia at that time. After they surrounded each other, they only saw Ning Xia and Qian Mian Sanren, and no one else. He was sure of it.
But who was Ningxia screaming desperately at the end? Who did she want to rush back to save?
The man named Zhong Huan couldn't be Wan Ziming. Lang Wu laughed at his own whims.
What happened tonight was so bizarre that it made Lang Wu feel that this fellow Daoist Ning, who was an acquaintance in front of him, was also covered with a veil.
He seemed to be unable to see this person clearly. Lang Wu glanced at Ning Xia, who was not in deep thought, with a complicated expression.
"Who is Zhonghuan?" Ningxia, who was temporarily imprisoned, glanced at Lang Wu blankly. From this angle, he could clearly see the sadness and despair flashing in the girl's eyes, as well as the helpless self-blame. Lang Wu, who was about to say something, suddenly couldn't.
No, nothing. She searched the soul over and over again, and even shouted loudly again and again, but no one responded to him.
There is no longer the other side of the connection in my soul. It's clean, there's really nothing left, it's like nothing happened.
This thing that she had only dreamed of before came true in a way that she could not accept. Let her get her wish and suffer at the same time.
Chong Huan is really gone.
Ningxia knows clearly. It wasn't a false alarm, it wasn't a joke, there was no hope that he would still be alive.
Her friend left her in such a ridiculously funny way. She didn't even have time to say goodbye to him
When she heard Lang Wu's question, she opened her mouth, wanting to tell him that Chong Huan was her friend, her best friend.
But looking at the skeleton coming here, looking at the skeleton being carried over, looking at the dim sword stuck in the ribs of the white bones, she choked up, and suddenly she couldn't say anything.
Who is Zhonghuan?
He is a human being. He was once a human being. He can no longer be a human being. And none of them knew that except for her, except for Xie Shi, and except for Zhong Huan himself, no one knew that there had been such a person as Zhong Huan in the world.
Sadly, she couldn't tell others that her friend had lost his life just now and could never come back.
She didn't even dare to tell others that this sword was her friend.
"He is my sword." Ning Xia choked with sobs and pulled out the dim long sword from the white bones, crying like a three-year-old child. No matter how hard you hold her in your arms, no one wants to let go, as if you can still feel the pulse of life.
Wolf Three, Wolf Five and others didn't know what she was feeling sad about. They just watched the child crying in silence, and no one spoke for a while.
After crying loudly, she completely lost her strength, all the fatigue came up, and she didn't want to do anything. The confusion and pain overwhelmed her, and she was half lying in Lang Wu's arms.
The sword was still held tightly in his arms, and no one could take it out.
Wolf Five was afraid that she would be stabbed if he hugged her too tightly. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, he wanted to carefully pull out the sword. I don't want the other party to hold her too tightly and refuse to let go no matter what. If I forcefully pull it out, I'm afraid it will hurt her immediately, so I have no choice but to give up.
He sighed and looked at Lang San: "Let's go. Let's go back first. She needs to be healed, and she will be burned out if she drags on for a long time. Ask again when she wakes up."
"good."
Wolf Three and Wolf Five led the massive disciples of Greedy Wolf Mace back to Lianwu City, bringing with them a seriously injured and a dead person. There are still many things waiting for them to deal with when they get back, so I'm afraid they will have to stay up all night.
Lang Wu, who put Ning Xia into the carriage, sighed again.
No one noticed that Ning Xia was holding the sword, even though it was close to her skin. Even though she was so close, Ning Xia was not hurt at all.
Its blade was as dim as his current sword body, losing its former sharpness. Or lost his soul.
"Chonghuan"
the last time.
Goodbye indeed.
No one heard it, but someone in the spacious carriage sighed softly, with regret and pity. Then it disappeared with the wind, as if nothing had ever appeared.
A tear overflowed from the corner of Ning Xia's closed eyes, slowly crossed her face, and disappeared into her temples.
goodbye.
Wu family secret room
A gust of wind surged in the airtight dark room, rolling continuously, with a strong energy, seeming to be shouting something, expressing its dissatisfaction.
And someone sitting in the room didn't even move his eyes. The old god was sitting on the couch on the ground.
There was a long sword suspended directly in front of him, and the gorgeous scabbard was shaking violently. The strange wind was howling, and it was trembling with excitement as if it were alive, making a sonorous sword cry. It seemed as if something inside couldn't be sealed and would pop out.
"Okay, okay, okay, I'm finally back. I've really been asked to wait long enough." Brother Xuanyi was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his usually calm face twisted into a weird expression.
"I've been waiting for this day for many years."
