It’s True Lord Yuanheng.
It has been more than half a day since the two people from Ningxia came back from the succession ceremony.
One night passed, and the sun still rose, as if nothing had happened.
But Ningxia has not forgotten that a large number of young people were burned to death in the mountains behind the forbidden area two days ago, a group of innocent monks died at the venue a day ago, and a group of young monks died innocently half a day ago... No one knows the ins and outs of this farce. How many people died, how many young lives were lost for no reason.
She was even thinking that if she hadn't been lucky enough and protected by True Lord Yuanheng, she might have been one of those young monks who died. These unjust souls who died in vain probably did not expect that they did not die on the way to seek immortality, but died on such a conspiracy. This has to be said to be a huge irony.
To be honest, what Ningxia has seen most in these years is not the difficulty of the road to cultivation, not the danger of hidden villains, nor the arrogance of demons, but the evil in people's hearts.
Ningxia doesn't know how evil a person can be, but it's not the most evil, only more evil. She has seen too much, and even experienced it personally, and it is not enough to describe the situation.
And these people who do so many bad things often have reasons and have their own pity... Maybe some people think that the other person is very pitiful, and they have their own reasons for doing this and that, just like the things they did in the past. It can be completely obliterated.
But is this really the case?
They are pitiable, but also hateful.
No matter what their reasons and difficulties are, harm is harm.
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The person not far away seemed to have some intention, but did not turn over.
However, she had already determined the identity of the other party. For some reason, she felt this way, even though she had only met him a few times.
When she was about to get closer to the other party, less than three meters away, the other party suddenly turned around, and that bright face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, almost blinding her Chihuahua's big eyes.
How to describe such a face, as bright as the clear moonlight, especially those eyes, as bright as stars, which can be called the finishing touch. The tip of the nose and the corners of the lips seemed to be finely carved handicrafts.
One word, beautiful! The beauty transcends gender, possessing the delicacy of a woman without losing the heroic spirit unique to men.
Such a person is a great beauty who attracts much attention wherever she is. If placed in modern times, she is the kind of "disaster"-level weapon that can even cause a traffic jam.
Of course, even in the world of cultivation, he is a handsome man that cannot be taken away from. The beautiful and wealthy female cultivator is even willing to throw spiritual stones like earth for such a face.
Just now she looked at the slightly familiar tall figure without reacting. Now when she saw this face, Ningxia finally realized why she was so impressed by this Lingtai brother.
Isn't it because of his face?
The other person had such a face that it was impossible for her to forget even if she wanted to.
Although the current image of the other party seems different from what Ningxia saw in the City of the Living Dead a few years ago. But some things... no matter how the world changes, they will never change——
The other party's pair of beautiful eyes are as clear as before, no matter how long it has been in Ningxia, they can still look like this. Speaking of which, her family's genes are really good. Two generations of the family, father and son, all have the same beautiful eyes.
It's a pity that there was an injustice between the three of them.
Well, it's just a dream, there's no need to be so serious...
Ningxia convinced herself that this was just a dream, so her posture was relatively relaxed. After all, Fifth Purple had died many years ago. He was so dead that not even his bones were left. How could he appear in front of her like this?
But thinking like this doesn't stop her from admiring handsome men in her dreams. After all, people are visual creatures, and such beauty is no less than a visual feast.
Besides, Ning Xia also wanted to see what the other person wanted to say, even if it was him in his dream. Sometimes the monk's dreams are not so simple. Maybe she can find something unknown in them.
"You came."
The voice is also very nice, and it seems that the mood is slightly low, and it can be heard that the mood is not high.
Also, if it were her, her father and her brothers would fight to the death, destroy each other, and even pull out a man who had been dead for many years, so she would not be in a good mood.
Ning Xia opened her mouth and said with a slight embarrassment: "Um...Brother Lingtai, I'm sorry, you asked me to do things like this for you."
Well, she knew she was really stupid. She knew she was dreaming, but she still apologized to the NPC in the dream seriously, as if the other party would really hear it...
But she said this just because she knew that the other party would not be able to hear her apology and would never see her again in this way.
Although there are many factors that led to the development of things like this, the planning and promotion of thoughtful people were the main factors. She may have only played an insignificant role in it, and she was self-aware of how much influence it had on her.
But she did not do it well, neither the time nor the timing was right. When she can move a little bit and is no longer so constrained, the matter is a foregone conclusion, and she will get in the way of others.
This trip to Ningxia on Yundao did feel quite frustrating. From the beginning to the end, she didn't encounter anything that went well, even though she seemed to have never encountered anything happy and satisfying since she started cultivating as an immortal...
But this time it was really frustrating. Don't talk about her, even Zhenjun Yuanheng has been holding back his anger until now... Ningxia naturally dared not say how wronged she was.
"Why do you need to apologize? If it weren't for the help of fellow Taoists, I would never be able to see my hometown again or meet my relatives until I die." Even if he met in that way, he was already satisfied.
There were many difficulties along the way, and she died before leaving the mission. She never thought that she would be able to accomplish this in the end. After all, she had been chased all the way without even starting to do anything serious. She was prepared to return without success.
It was Wu Ying who met him by himself, and what happened next happened by chance.
I just don’t know whether to say that Wu Ying is unlucky or that she brings her own bad luck. What started as an ethical melodrama about returning relics has turned into an annual public disclosure of family secrets. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, as if she had made someone else's tragedy by crossing her legs.
"Your..." Brother. The last word wandered around in Ningxia's mouth and then she held it back. Something like that just happened, and people walked like that, so I probably don’t want to hear this...
"He has his own way, he just made his own choice. No wonder others -" Wu Zi seemed to be a little sad and sighed, his eyebrows were lowered, and his deep eyes were downcast.
