She didn't seem to notice Balian's arrival. Balian walked over quickly and glanced at her. There were dots of blood scattered on the luxurious carpeted floor.
The surface of the seat was in a mess, and Ning Feiyan was lying in the mess, with her hair tie torn apart at some point.
Ink hair poured down from the edge of her slender arms, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to her porcelain-white jade neck, and her shoulders undulated weakly.
The recent skylight that filtered through the window was like a thin glow, flowing along her eyebrows, nose and chin, creating a beautiful line, like a beautiful and fragile painting.
Balian came behind her, lowered his gaze, and saw the blood on her slender back spreading through the heavy white clothes, smearing with warmth.
How could Bai Lian not see that Ning Feiyan's battle just now was anything but easy?
Her current situation is not much better than that of Peacock Pluto, but she still pretends to be calm and composed in front of the demons.
For a moment, Balian didn't know what to say to her.
His fingers came to the clothes behind Ning Feiyan, and he was about to tear her red-stained clothes apart to check the injuries. As soon as his fingers touched her body, Ning Feiyan's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and she was awakened.
.
"There is no need to treat the wound. The injury caused by Shemali cannot be stopped by ordinary elixirs."
Seeing her say this, Balian stopped touching her. He retracted his fingers and looked at her and asked calmly: "Miss Ning, are you going to die?"
Ning Feiyan was very surprised by his blunt statement. She lay weakly on the table and smiled softly, her voice very relaxed: "Who knows?"
She turned her eyes slightly, her pale face was lifeless, but she still had a cold look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "Are you here specifically to see my joke?"
Balian ignored her sarcasm. He knelt down and looked her up and down carefully for a long time. With a somewhat puzzled look on his eyebrows, he asked seriously: "What are you insisting on?"
Ning Feiyan: "What?"
Bailian said: "Today's banquet is a dead end for you, but your interest in attending the banquet is extremely high. If I were you, I should find a way to leave the royal city at this moment.
The Demon Lord wants to kill you, Yihe Shuci also wants to kill you, and even the thousands of demons at the Jungui Banquet are eyeing your position, leaving is your only way to survive."
Ning Feiyan raised the corners of her pale mouth slightly and said softly: "Rather than running away, I prefer the feeling of having everything in my hands."
She moved her fingers gently, attracting a purple butterfly. The purple butterfly changed shape on her fingertips, and finally turned into a slender silver needle, the tip of which exuded an evil purple light.
Balian couldn't see clearly how her fingers moved. The needle made a soft sound and quickly sank into her shoulder bone.
This must have been extremely painful. Sweat was pouring from her forehead like rain, and a wisp of scarlet blood slowly overflowed from her pale lips, but the expression on her face did not change much.
Balian was not surprised by this scene.
Over the past few days, she had used such extremely cruel techniques to stabilize the injuries inside her body, and the wounds on her back quickly stopped bleeding.
But in this way, the poisonous needles that entered her body would never be removed. Even if she was lucky enough to be cured of her injuries, she would still have to suffer from the pain of the poisonous needles penetrating her bones in the future.
This kind of poisonous needle is not life-threatening, but the pain can really kill you.
Balian could feel the poisonous needle beginning to move back and forth inside her body, and Ning Feiyan's pale face also regained some of its color as if the light had returned.
She stood up, picked up the red cloak and threw it aside, put it on, and covered up the blood on her back.
Ning Feiyan couldn't help coughing twice, she took out a candy from her sleeve and put it into her mouth.
The sweetness spread in her mouth, suppressing the bloody feeling that surged deep in her throat. She smiled and continued: "It is unprecedented for a succubus to inherit the Fourth River. If you want to become the only precedent in history, you
Do you know what kind of road I have traveled?"
Ning Feiyan played with the candy wrapper in her hand: "Yes, in that dreamland, you did see a lot of my past, but that's not all. Back then, my father and my mother sacrificed me to Sihe.
I was very scared and thought about escaping from Beiyuan Forest.
But what if I escape successfully? I am always the weak one waiting to be hunted. When the day comes when the butcher's knife hangs on the ceiling, you are on the cliff, and there is no way to retreat, you will find that although the world is big, it is only for you.
There are only a few escape routes to choose from, and once you've taken them, they're gone.
Compared to the comfortable and simple choice, I prefer to find hope in adversity. Even if the road is bloody and painful, since it is my choice, I will naturally go on with my eyes open."
Her eyes were too stubborn.
Balian vaguely understood what she wanted to do, and couldn't help but frown deeply and said, "You still want to take today's opportunity to challenge Erhe?"
Ning Feiyan glanced at him, with a faint smile in her eyes: "What are you worried about? Do you think Burial Heart will take this opportunity to kill me? It's just a battle order challenge, this is not a life and death duel.
, he is loyal to Milu, and I have the status of a young concubine. Even though he will not let me win against him, he will not kill me harshly. "
"Is this your confidence?"
Ning Feiyan could not deny it, his expression was both relaxed and serious, as if he was saying something natural: "Although Milu is a shackle that is difficult to get rid of in my life, I have to admit that sometimes, this
Shackles can also play a certain protective role."
She rarely shows confidence in her eyes, but Balian knows that she is an extremely proud and confident person.
She can calculate every step accurately, grasp everyone's position, thoughts, and emotions just right, and then use these conclusions for her own use.
It's like maintaining a certain precise balance on a rope high in the sky and moving forward leisurely.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As long as she calculates correctly, she is confident that she can walk through this steep mountain without falling into the abyss and being shattered.
But in this world, there is no absolute balance. Even if she can make accurate calculations and understand people's hearts thoroughly, strong winds will arise at high altitudes.
Man is just a drop in the ocean, how can he shake the sky by floating?
If she had really walked accurately every step of the way, how could she have become embarrassed and vomited blood again, and was seriously injured and dying?
He didn't believe that Ning Feiyan didn't see the situation she was in at the moment. She was like a wolf whose legs had been broken off and had been hungry for a long time, and was thrown into the tiger's den. The tempting meat under the sleeping tiger's claws made her mistakenly
He thought that as long as he was careful enough and calculated, he could snatch food from the tiger's mouth.
Little did she know that she herself was the prey that was about to fall into the tiger's mouth.
She knew it was a trap, but she still jumped down.
Balian vaguely guessed the reason, so he felt that the woman in front of him was extremely pitiful.
He looked at her and said seriously: "You can't defeat Burial Heart today, and you don't even have the qualifications to challenge him. In adversity, sometimes what you catch is not necessarily hope, but it is very likely that it will be a handful."
The knife that kills you."
Ning Feiyan looked into her eyes and heard the meaning behind his words.
The cold smile on her lips gradually dissipated, as if she suddenly realized something, and she dug her fingers into the Qiankun bag at her waist.
Balian clearly saw her wrist stiffen and tremble slightly.
She slowly pulled out her fingers, then rubbed the center of her brows, and then laughed with self-sarcasm and strong indignation. Her naturally affectionate and vivid eyes turned into desolate, gray ashes for a while.
"That's it." Ning Feiyan's voice was very soft, and a hint of despair and fatigue could be vaguely heard.
Bai Lian secretly thought, "Sure enough".
Today, in the arms of the female devil, he could clearly see the six mysterious boxes on the royal table.
In the first box, the second box and the fifth box, there is a River Lord War Order lying quietly.
Ning Feiyan's target is Erhe, so it makes sense that there is a battle order in the second box.
The battle orders in the fifth box and the first box appeared extremely strange.
Shuci is the first river, immortal since ancient times, and its strength is close to that of the Demon King. In the demon world, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. No matter who the remaining five rivers are, there is no reason to launch a useless provocation against her.
Challenges between other demonic rivers must be overcome before one can take his place as river master.
But to challenge Shu Ci, if you can fight in her hands without dying, you can become a high-ranking river master. What an arrogant and proud rule.
Fight without dying.
With such rules and regulations, Bai Lian felt that even Erhe Zhanxin would not dare to throw his battle order into the box belonging to Shu Ci easily.
As for the battle order belonging to the Five Rivers Rest Box, it is even weirder. Only the lower Demon River can challenge the upper Demon River, and there are only Six Rivers below the Five Rivers.
But the Lord of the Six Rivers is him, Bailian, and he can indeed summon his own battle order in the demon world.
But he has never been summoned, so... who does the battle order in the fifth box belong to?
At this moment, Balian's chin was suddenly pinched by a pale and cold hand, and a pair of lover's eyes were handed over to him, and their eyes met.
Ning Fei's black hair that looked like splashes of ink hung down on her cheeks. The light and shadow in her dark eyes were like chopped glass, but they were calm and cold without any ripples.
She tightened her fingers hard, and the tip of her nose, which was already very close, touched.
This was clearly a secret and ambiguous move, but the surrounding atmosphere was filled with some unknown suspicion, suspicion, and murderous intent.
She smiled half-seriously, and she was so close that she could even feel the subtle sweetness exhaled from the candy between her lips and teeth.
"What a trick, little kitten. I didn't know when you stole my battle order. If your guess is correct, the box that belongs to Shu Ci at this moment contains my third war order."
Have you given the fourth battle order?"
Balian was not surprised by her speculation.
The relationship between the two of them is to use poison to contain each other and use cooperation.
Ning Feiyan was suspicious by nature, and he was the one who got along with her day and night since she was seriously injured.
Not to mention it was just a fantasy that night, when she fell into a coma due to blood loss, and the person beside her was also him.
There were a few purple butterflies dancing, lingering around Balian's neck and flying continuously.
He looked at the affectionate and cold eyes so close to him, sighed in his heart, and said calmly: "If I steal your battle order, why should I inform you in advance?"
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes and looked at him: "Perhaps you stole my battle order to force me to leave Hades King City. You don't want me to fight Erhe.
Because if I die, there will be no one to help you detect the evil beast inside Milu.
I will live to defeat Erhe and replace you. If you are no longer of use to me, you can discard it at will. You need me to live, but you don’t need me to be too strong."
The analysis is reasonable and reasonable, and the stakes are indeed straight to the point, which is very consistent with the intrigues in the current illusion of survival in the devil world.
From the beginning to the end, she didn't trust him, this was inevitable.
Balian had already given the answer, but she didn't believe it, and he didn't explain much, and he broke away from Ning Feiyan's fingers.
He took half a step back, letting the thin purple butterfly wings flying behind his neck scratch his skin.
Bailian smiled softly and said, "Is there any point in delving into this now? If you don't leave, it's just a dead end."
Ning Feiyan watched the blood slipping from his neck, staining the white collar of his underwear red, and she also laughed.
"It's no wonder that guy from Shu Ci said that I won't survive today. It turns out that all this has been planned for a long time. I pretend to be smart in vain. His Majesty the Demon King actually thought of the level of Xuanting Cave. He thought you were a concubine.
The sword that I used to break the situation, but in the end, I was just caught in the trap of mediocrity."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! She is too proud, but it is precisely because of this pride that it is even more difficult to accept. When she thought she could change her destiny, she suddenly discovered that she was actually just
Patiently designing on someone else's chessboard, ready to play with and capture a chess piece.
She prides herself on being able to control her own destiny, but in fact she is always in the hands of others.
The more proud you are, the more painful you will be.
Ning Feiyan's smile had always been gentle and steady, but now her smile was as bright and wild as a fire, as if she was about to use up the last blazing fire in her life. For a moment, her appearance was astonishingly beautiful.
But that smile seemed to contain a bit of sadness, as if her last bit of pride and confidence was burning to the point where it was almost exhausted.
In the demon world, except for the demon king, no one can survive in the hands of Shu Ci, not even the one who dies his heart.
Balian looked at her and asked again: "Aren't you leaving?"
Ning Feiyan's smile did not disappear, but her eyes were extremely cold, with a hint of madness: "I won't leave."
Balian told the cruel reality without mercy: "You have no ability to save yourself."
Why don't you accept your fate?
The wind blew up the curtains, creating overlapping silhouettes between the two of them. Ning Feiyan removed the demon butterflies around her, and her face was white and decadent: "No one can come to save me."
She loves to laugh very much. Whether it is when her conspiracy is successful or when she is desperate and depressed, the smile on her face has become a protective color for her.
Until now, Balian has known her, and he has never seen a smile that truly reached her eyes.
Ning Feiyan finally bypassed the curtain and met him. The bright red cloak covered up the bright red wounds. She said she came here to change her clothes and then went back, but she didn't change her clothes and the blood stains on her sleeves were still there.
Balian turned around and looked at the figure disappearing into the sky, still having the same question in his mind.
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