It's a pity that Nangong Mei'er looked like this and in the eyes of the prince, he only felt extremely disgusted.
The prince couldn't help but wonder, why are they both Nangong Shenge's daughters, so different? Why are they both sons of his father, but their luck is so different?
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The moonlight was pouring down like water, and the surroundings were quiet. Only the unknown sounds of insects were floating in the night sky, which accentuated the coldness and silence.
Nangong Lingyue stretched out her hand, opened the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and often breathed a sigh of relief.
It felt so good to practice. She kept persisting, concentrating her mental power every night before going to bed, and she had just finished practicing.
Xiao Hei was already lying on the bed, snoring loudly, and occasionally murmuring. Of course, he even dreamed about delicious food and wine, and kept banging his mouth, and occasionally uttered praises and sighs.
Nangong Lingyue looked at the cute Xiao Hei and smiled lovingly. She was not sleepy at all tonight, so she simply opened the window and let the watery moonlight spread in, gently falling on her body.
Suddenly thinking of the weird dagger she had made, Nangong Lingyue thought. Since she is not sleepy, why not continue to practice?
Thinking of this, Nangong Lingyue's consciousness flashed, and the bronze tripod and the strange black dagger emerged from the Qiankun bag and appeared in front of her.
She was holding a weird-looking dagger and was speechless. How could she refine such a thing?
He stretched out his hand and threw the dagger into the copper cauldron. He flicked the fingers of his right hand, and balls of jumping flames flew from his fingertips to the bottom of the copper cauldron and began to melt.
Nangong Lingyue began to concentrate on refining the weapon in her mind. She had already put all her body and mind into it, forgetting both things and myself. Even the people who appeared next to her could not help but let out a surprised expression when they looked at the refined weapon.
She was still unaware of the sound.
"Uh... this..." It wasn't until the people around her spoke that Nangong Lingyue woke up. Her expression suddenly froze, and a murderous aura came out of her body. She held the newly formed weapon in her hand and stabbed the person who made the sound.
go.
Fortunately, Zhuang Yan dodged quickly enough and was not stabbed by Nangong Lingyue.
When Nangong Lingyue stabbed with his sword, he saw that the person next to him was Zhuang Yan, so after he dodged the blow, he did not attack again.
"Why did you come to my room?" Nangong Lingyue looked at Zhuang Yan and asked coldly.
Zhuang Yan managed to avoid the blow, but still looked frightened. After calming down, he said: "I couldn't sleep. I went out for a walk and suddenly saw your window open. I was worried that you would catch a cold at night, so I wanted to come and close it for you.
I didn’t want to see you refining weapons, so out of curiosity, you didn’t control your feet and came in!”
Zhuang Yan seemed to be talking about an extremely ordinary thing. He neither apologized nor felt any embarrassment for entering Nangong Lingyue's room without permission. His expression was gentle, his tone was friendly, and his smile was easy-going.
Seeing that Nangong Lingyue didn't speak, but the displeasure on his face became more and more serious, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but ask: "You looked cold and cold all the way, keeping people away from you, as if we all offended you!
"
When Nangong Lingyue heard the words, she turned her head and stared at the man. His eyes were as clear as water and calm, reflecting his increasingly cold face.
Nangong Lingyue said calmly, "My tenderness is only for friends!"
"Then we are not friends? We are classmates!" Zhuang Yan couldn't help but ask.