"Xiao Ning, didn't you say your head hurts? Stop blowing the wind."
Mu Wan closed the large open window and probed Ning Ning's cool forehead. There was uncontrollable worry in his eyes, and he said angrily: "You, if you don't pay attention to your body and bones, how can you do it?"
"Senior sister, I want to eat fermented rice dumplings."
Ning Ning hugged Mu Wan coquettishly, raising her head and staring at her closely.
Mu Wan nodded her forehead and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, little ancestor, senior sister will go and make fermented glutinous rice dumplings for you."
After gathering the cloak around Ning Ning's shoulders, Mu Wan put out the incense in the incense burner, opened the door and went out.
Seeing the door close a little bit, the smile on Ning Ning's face dropped sharply. Her eyes drifted to the beams, and the vast blackness was mixed with a hint of blue.
"Hey, since when did Senior Brother Yan become a gentleman?"
Yan Wumei jumped down from the rafter with a stern face, staring at Ning Ning with burning eyes, "Ning Ning, what was the purpose of what you said last time?"
Ning Ning smiled without saying a word, picked up the tea cup and sniffed the fragrance of the tea, as if she didn't hear Yan Wumei's voice.
After a long time, Ning Ning put down the tea cup with interest, raised her eyes slightly, held her chin and said, "Didn't you notice something? Do you need to ask me? No, I just want to put my mind at ease!"
She stood up and approached Yan Wumei step by step, ignoring the murderous intent in his eyes, "Senior Sister Yu is surrounded by tigers and wolves, do you and Jiang Jinxi really not know? Who are you going to show your behavior like this now?"
Yan Wumei was like a deflated rubber ball, with the vicissitudes of life visible to the naked eye, "Zhiyu's changes came from the secret realm trial. I saw you were seriously injured that day..."
He paused for a moment, glanced at Ning Ning's fierce face, and then said: "Originally, I thought that Zhiyu was possessed by evil spirits. I searched through ancient books and could not find a solution. Until not long ago, Zhiyu was taught by a teacher. When Zu picked her up, I... went to see her secretly and found..."
The moonlight is hazy.
Yan Wumei played with the moon shadow hairpin he won and quietly came to Yu Zhiyu's door, and suddenly heard someone she seemed to be talking to.
"Don't bully others too much."
"If you hadn't forced me again and again, would I have been so hostile to Ning Ning?"
"You're right. I'm jealous of Ning Ning. She can easily win the favor of others, while I, on the other hand, have to work hard to stay in the Twelve Peaks. How ridiculous."
"Isn't it your fault that I'm alone and helpless now? In the secret realm, if you hadn't occupied my body and almost killed Ning Ning with the sword, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
"Haha, shirk? Do I need to shirk? This is happening one after another. There is no time when you didn't get involved."
"Yes, I am evil by nature, and you are no better. When it comes to salvation, when is it that you don't dig a hole for me to jump into?"
"ah!"
Yu Zhiyu's screams followed in the lightning flash. When Yan Wumei broke in, there was no trace of anyone except Yu Zhiyu who was lying unconscious on the ground.
Yan Wumei was trapped in memories and couldn't extricate himself.
Ning Ning didn't want to hear nonsense, raised her hand to stop his sincerity, and said ruthlessly: "Senior Brother Yan, can you please keep the story short? My patience is limited."
Yan Wumei said urgently: "Zhiyu is being manipulated and wants to ask Junior Sister Ning for help..."
"Tsk, that's quite realistic." Ning Ning turned around and sat on the round stool, sliding her fingertips on the edge of the tea cup, and sneered, "If you have anything to ask, Junior Sister Ning, please ask me if you have nothing to do, Ning Ning."
"Senior Brother Yan, your speed of falling out is comparable to..."
"Junior sister Ning, don't make fun of me." Seeing that Ning Ning didn't take it seriously, Yan Wumei gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword, stabbed it into his chest with his backhand, and blood spurted out and splashed onto the blanket on the ground.
"Junior sister Ning, as long as you can save Zhiyu, I will give you my life."
Ning Ning: “…”
There was something wrong with this man, but she didn't say anything. He stabbed himself and soiled her blanket.
"Senior Brother Yan, you have the brains of a pig. Your life is gone. Who will protect Yu Zhiyu? Jiang Jinxi?" Ning Ning casually threw out the rejuvenation pill and prepared to make a clear statement, "He is the son of a subjugated country. He came to make a sword." Zong Xiu has acquired a skill, but there’s no need to explain his purpose clearly!”
She added another fuel to the fire, "Senior Brother Yan, have you forgotten that Yu Zhiyu is still in the master's hands, and that will be fatal."
"What do you mean?" Yan Wumei was completely drained of blood and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He knelt down in front of Ning Ning, his blood-stained hands not daring to touch her, and his pleading eyes looked at her who was about to speak but hesitated.
Ning Ning was silent.
For a moment, the room was eerily quiet.
"Tell the truth!" Ning Ning avoided Yan Wumei's sight with a guilty conscience, scratched her hot ears, and said, "Once, I ran into Yu Zhiyu practicing... That skill was not good, it seemed like She treats it as flower mud, warming and nourishing something."
"Have you not seen that Yu Zhiyu feels like she has been sucked dry by someone every time she practices the exercises? It's terrifying!"
Yan Wumei could not imagine that Zhiyu, who had been raised pampered since childhood, would suffer such cruel treatment.
With scarlet eyes, he finally grasped the hem of Ning Ning's skirt and prayed: "Junior Sister Ning, you have noticed something, does this prove that you..."
"Stop it." Ning Ning raised her hand to stop Yan Wumei's useless speculation, and then said: "Being able to detect it is one thing, but being able to solve it is not necessarily a problem."
Yan Wumei knelt motionless on her feet, clutching the skirt in her hands, and fell into endless regret.
It's him, it's him who failed to protect Zhiyu. If only... he could be stronger.
Seeing Yan Wumei's dark eyes turning blood, Ning Ning quickly slapped him in the face, causing him to stare at her blankly.
Ning Ning rubbed her red and swollen palms, thinking to herself, his face was so hard, it hurt her to death.
"Senior Brother Yan, do you know that you almost became a demon just now?"
Yan Wumei smiled foolishly, "What's wrong with becoming a demon? As long as I can gain strength, I have nothing to fear..."
"Snapped."
The slap marks on Yan Wumei's face were very symmetrical.
Ning Ning blew on her swollen hand and kicked Yan Wumei's hand away. When she saw the bloody fingerprints on the corner of her skirt, ten thousand grass and mud horses ran through her heart.
She took a few deep breaths, gritted her teeth and said, "Senior brother Yan, you have to believe in the light and you have to believe in yourself. If you are possessed by a demon, do you want Yu Zhiyu to kill you? Or do you want to have a sadistic love affair with you?"
"I was reckless."
"It's okay. If you can find out your mistakes, you can correct them." Ning Ning took out a map, put it in Yan Wumei's hand, and said, "Yu Zhiyu will not be controlled for the time being. If you can find all the places where the circles are drawn, Information, I may be able to refine Po'erdan, and everything will be solved."
"Thank you." Yan Wumei clasped his fists with his sword in his hand and walked away from the window, leaving a trail of blood behind.
Ning Ning's head was so big that she rubbed her temples. It was over. She regretted it and didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse to leave it to him.
"Girl, are you just giving out the map like this? Aren't you afraid that boy will betray you?"
"Ancestor, didn't you see that he was deceived by me? Besides, it was a copy. I still have the original version. As long as it concerns Yu Zhiyu, he will not betray it."
