The next day, Nalan Fengjin opened the door and saw Ling Yinglie at the door. He looked normal, but his expression was different from the previous two days.
Nalan Fengjin's eyes saw another figure at the next moment. His eyes shrank.
Ling Yinglie followed her gaze and looked back, and saw Nalan Xuyan. Nalan Xuyan also saw Ling Yinglie.
But at this moment, a banging sound was heard, and Nalan Fengjin closed the door tightly, blocking Nalan Xuyan's gaze outside the door.
This move frightened the waiter who delivered the food.
Seeing this, Nalan Xuyan smiled even more gently.
Ling Yinglie was very indifferent to this.
Nalan Fengjin suddenly opened the door again and walked out
At this time, Nalan Xuyan passed by her. Whether it was intentional or not, Nalan Fengjin raised her eyebrows maliciously and asked: "Don't block the way."
Nalan Xuyan moved closer to her and whispered back: "Okay."
Nalan Fengjin smiled: "How good."
Nalan Xuyan smiled softly and said, "I don't blame you."
Nalan Fengjin sneered at this.
Nalan Xuyan came closer and said softly: "Why are you controlled by him?"
Hearing this, Nalan Fengjin was startled. She was about to reply to him, "Can you care?" But she didn't expect that at this time, Nalan Xuyan actually reached out and caressed her cheek. When she came to her senses, Nalan Fengjin said calmly.
: "He is controlled by me."
Nalan Xuyan sighed softly, shook his head, lowered his head and whispered softly: "He wants to take advantage of you, you must be careful, tolerate it if you can, find an opportunity to leave, and come to me if you need help." After that,
He didn't wait for Nalan Fengjin's answer, and he didn't mind Nalan Fengjin's squinting hostility at all, and left with a smile.
Looking at Nalan Xuyan's leaving back, Nalan Fengjin snorted and thought to himself: She already knew it without him reminding her! Ling Yinglie was poisoned on purpose, and she knew it well when he stayed by her side.
During the day, he performed routine detoxification for Ling Yinglie. At night, Nalan Fengjin felt that it was not interesting, so he went out. Ling Yinglie naturally followed.
On the road at night, Yao Guang's figure was in front, followed by Ling Yinglie, and the accompanying servants were behind.
On an autumn night, the sky is slightly cool, and the semi-withered shrubs around me occasionally make strange noises, as if small animals are passing through in search of food.
Nalan Fengjin was very quiet tonight, not saying a word. I don't know if it was because the moonlight was too bright, but Nalan Fengjin's back looked quite indifferent as Ling Yinglie noticed.
The two of them were silent all the way, but they didn't ride their horses in a hurry. They just rode along at a leisurely pace, each with their own concerns.
I don’t know how long she had been walking when she suddenly heard Ling Yinglie turn around and say to her: "What are you laughing at?"
Nalan Fengjin was startled, looked at Ling Yinglie strangely, and said inexplicably: "Am I smiling?"
Ling Yinglie turned around and said, "Yes."
Nalan Fengjin subconsciously reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, and found that it was indeed upward. He couldn't help but secretly thought: Did he really laugh out loud?
Ling Yinglie looked at her quite embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "I only have nine days left to cure the poison. Apart from you, is there anyone else in the world who can cure this poison?"
Nalan Fengjin replied simply: "No."
"Really?" Ling Yinglie asked suspiciously.
Nalan Fengjin said: "You might as well give it a try."
"You are also a genius." Ling Yinglie said.
Nalan Fengjin smiled and said nothing.
Ling Yinglie fell silent. No one would joke with his life. In fact, he also knew that what he asked was nonsense.
There are rumors in the world that Nalan Fengjin is the only disciple of the old man Xuanxue. He has the true inheritance, and he is better than his master. This is not a rumor, it is true, because the Ling family has gone to verify it. There is no doubt.
At this moment, Ling Yinglie was a little depressed. The Ling family is the most poisonous sect in the world, and he is also a rare genius. The old man Xuanxue has not been born for a long time, and many people don't even know what he looks like.
How did Lan Fengjin become his disciple? He was the only one. He was the only one, and he managed to become the best in the world.
Today, the sixteenth day of the lunar month, the moon seemed to be rounder than last night. Nalan Fengjin went to a wine shop outside the city to have a big drink.
Nalan Fengjin stretched after eating and drinking, and was in a very good mood. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol, but he suddenly laughed and said, "I'm going to take the first step." Without waiting for Ling Yinglie to respond, he waved his horsewhip and started on his own.
The horse galloped wildly.
Ling Yinglie looked at the figure walking away gradually, thought for a moment, and then chased after him.
The night wind blew past his ears. Thinking of Nalan Xuyan's expression in the morning, Nalan Fengjin felt comfortable all over. The more he thought about it, the more he got carried away. He couldn't help but speed up his horse. Things flew by in front of his eyes.
But at this moment, when he sat down, the horse suddenly neighed and cracked, and the horse's front legs suddenly broke. Nalan Fengjin was shocked, but because the horse was going too fast, he could no longer control the tendency of falling forward.
At the same time, he fell forward with the horse, and was about to fall headfirst to the ground. Nalan Fengjin hurriedly gathered strength and wanted to jump up, but at this moment, a huge net suddenly appeared in front of him. Everything was too sudden.
No matter how high Nalan Fengjin's Qing Gong was, he couldn't escape. In the blink of an eye, he was caught in the giant net. Then he heard the neighing of horses and the giant net was dragged away. Nalan Fengjin was furious for a moment.
At the same time, several masked men jumped out of the bushes and attacked Ling Yinglie. The sky was filled with dust under the moonlight. It was lime powder! At this moment, among the crowd surrounding him, someone jumped into the air. It was Ling Yinglie.
Ying Lie. At this moment, all he could see was dust all over Ling Ying Lie's body, and it seemed that he could no longer open his eyes.
Nalan Fengjin in the giant net was dragged by the horse and ran wildly. At this moment, Nalan Fengjin was not very panicked. He calmed down and listened to the sound to identify the position. He quickly shot the silver needle backwards and wrapped it around the horse's neck.
Hearing a puff, the head of the horse that was dragging her was torn off. The person on the horse did not expect such a sudden change, and fell off the horse. The speed was extremely fast, and he happened to poke a sharp sharp knife on the side of the road.
On a bare branch, it dies instantly.
Nalan Fengjin broke free from the giant net and rushed towards the crowd where Ling Yinglie was standing as soon as he regained his strength. There was only one thought in his mind, Ling Yinglie couldn't die yet!??