The next moment, Nangong Lingyue fell down softly.
The ground was covered with freshly dug soil, and the moisture brought up the mud, contaminating the people on the ground, but she still didn't notice it and was still unconscious.
*****
The sun sets in the west and the osmanthus rises.
The spring breeze blows, the branches and leaves move, there is a rustling sound in the peach forest, and the branches and leaves sway slowly, carrying a unique fragrance.
Suddenly, a big foot appeared next to the unconscious Nangong Lingyue. In his hand was a sharp long sword. The tip of the sword reflected the moonlight that had just risen in the sky. There was a faint silver light flowing and shining.
But it was an indescribable chill.
The long sword suddenly flew high into the air, aimed at the unconscious Nangong Lingyue, and then struck down hard!
However, when the sword blade was only one centimeter away from Nangong Lingyue's body, it suddenly stopped, as if it was frozen, and it never moved downwards at all.
The long sword trembled, as if the man holding the sword was weak, hesitating, or feeling heartache.
Nangong Shenge's face was filled with indescribable pain, and his originally handsome appearance had long been distorted by grief and had become ferocious and terrifying.
The hand he held on to the sword could not help but tremble, but his eyes looked angrily at the unconscious man on the ground, but he could not move his hand.
Because what flashed in his mind was Lin Yirou's eyes before she died, looking at Nangong Lingyue with reluctance, regret and prayer. Although Lin Yirou didn't say anything, Nangong Shenge
You know, her meaning is very obvious, she is praying for her to take care of her daughter!
Nangong Chenge hesitated, he didn't want to go against Lin Yirou's last wish, but when he looked at Nangong Lingyue, he would think of Lin Yirou, and he was unwilling to do so.
Finally, Nangong Shenge roared angrily, threw the sword to the ground, and then ran away.
*****
The night is like water, and the cold moon hangs high.
The spring night is cold, with a bit of coldness, and the overwhelming rain is freezing, freezing the unconscious people.
Suddenly, Nangong Lingyue frowned a few times, and a tearing pain spread in her head. The pain made her face pale to the extreme, and then there was a sense of sour and weak exhaustion, which made her
I couldn't help but snorted.
The feeling of exhaustion of mental power is really uncomfortable. Nangong Lingyue held her forehead in pain, and secretly decided in her heart that she would not harm herself like this in the future. She would never be free until she had a good grasp of her mental power.
used.
Sitting up with difficulty, she realized that she was still lying under the peach tree. No wonder the coldness was so deep that she almost couldn't bear it.
Forced to hold back the discomfort all over her body, Nangong Lingyue stood up from the ground with difficulty, and then stumbled towards the hut.
Just when Nangong Lingyue walked to the door and reached out to open the door, a cold and disdainful voice suddenly came from behind, "Nangong Lingyue!"
Nangong Lingyue frowned. She didn't need to look back. She knew who it was by the voice. Nangong Mei'er, her half-sister, this arrogant and domineering eldest lady.
Nangong Lingyue really didn't have a good impression of her, but since the other party was here, she pretended not to see it, maybe others thought she was scared, so she asked without looking back, "What's the matter?"
Nangong Mei'er looked at Nangong Lingyue who didn't look back, her voice was indescribably cold and distant. Without the usual respect and fear for her, she was unhappy.