A beautiful purple-blue butterfly fluttered past Ning Xinyuan, and Ning Xinyuan chased its phantom and stepped blankly into a rushing river.
Snapped.
Ning Xinyuan tried to catch the butterfly, but the butterfly quickly escaped from her soft body. Like a big child, she fell into the river, but the water did not wet her clothes and skin, and she could not get out of it.
I saw my reflection in the river.
She saw a train from the river... There were two people sitting on it... One of them she knew was Ming Shuiyun's classmate. He was indifferent and taciturn, with a pretty face. His name was Qian... Classmate Qian was sitting on it.
On the train, sitting next to her was a slightly older man who looked very similar to Classmate Qian, the same indifferent and taciturn, the same pretty face...
Wow.
Ning Xinyuan saw a butterfly flying in front of her eyes from the corner of her eyes. She immediately pounced on it like a cat, but the butterfly dodged it and she fell into the river again. Although it didn't hurt and didn't get wet, she couldn't catch it twice in a row.
Arriving, Ning Xinyuan immediately felt aggrieved. The corners of her mouth were so pouted that she could hang a water bottle, and her eyes were so full that she felt like she would cry in the next second.
But when she saw the image of the river, she was immediately attracted to it.
She saw a white-haired man from the river... She knew that white-haired people were assassins with hidden swords... This white-haired man was killing people with a strange long sword. He killed many, many people, and his appearance changed from young to young.
Got to be old...the old white-haired assassin...
Ning Xinyuan always felt that something was wrong, but her thinking ability was almost zero now. Her attention was once again attracted by the butterfly dangling in front of her. She crawled over like a baby, then swooped down and surrounded the butterfly with her hands.
She just knelt in the river and remained motionless. When she finally couldn't help but let a gap open to look inside, the butterfly took the opportunity to escape. Ning Xinyuan tried to catch it immediately but couldn't, which made her feel angry for a while.
The light and shadow were floating on the river. When she looked down, she was startled by the reflection on the river.
She saw two young men fighting each other from the river... They looked very similar, they seemed to be two brothers... Behind them was a coffin, and the place where they were located seemed to be a mourning hall. There was a coffin in the mourning hall that read "No.
The eleventh generation patriarch of the family, Jing Gong Qinggui... After a brutal fight, the younger brother was beaten to death by his elder brother with a shotgun. However, the older brother was also covered in scars and struggled to crawl out of the mourning hall, only to be killed by a gun from outside.
The warriors shot him to death...
The light, shadow and sound effects of the gunfire made Ning Xinyuan very scared. She stood up directly, crushed the wandering phantom in the river with her foot, and ran after the butterfly without looking back.
After running for who knows how long, Ning Xinyuan stopped.
A large lake appeared in front of her, and the trickling river beneath her feet flowed into the lake. Butterflies were dancing in the middle of the lake. Ning Xinyuan was a little scared and did not dare to step into the lake.
She looked down and found that there were many reflections in the lake. Most of the reflections scared her. Some were bloody scenes of tens of thousands of warriors with swordsmen colliding and fighting; some were scenes of civilians being slaughtered like nothing; some were scenes of barbarian monsters invading the border to plunder.
picture...
It wasn't until she saw a familiar red-haired figure that she dared to step in, following the phantom of the red-haired figure into the lake.
The red-haired man left the burning county... The red-haired man came to Yanjing... The red-haired man became alone... The red-haired man supported the new emperor and became an official in the court... The red-haired man fought in the south and north,
He was granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister... The red-haired man was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people... Just when the red-haired man was high-spirited and led his army to pacify the world, he encountered an unprecedented defeat in the south and died in the chaos of the army...
A purple-blue phantom appeared in front of her eyes. Ning Xinyuan reached out her hand to catch the butterfly without any hesitation. She almost jumped up in surprise: "I caught you!"
"Yes, you caught me."
Butterflies can actually talk?
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Ning Xinyuan opened her eyes blankly and found that she was holding Ming Chaoyan's hand. Ming Chaoyan looked at her with tears in her eyes, held her hand tightly, and said with a choked voice: "Yes, cousin, hold on."
Me!"
Qin Yueyin, the scabbard, the national salvation and disaster relief meeting, barbarism... These memories instantly washed away her dreams to pieces. She struggled to sit up, but the severe pain in her chest instantly made her take a breath - her ribs were broken.
If the internal organs were pierced, internal bleeding would be inevitable. Although she wouldn't die, she couldn't even think about moving.
Ming Chao Yan also quickly held down Ning Xinyuan: "Cousin, don't worry, I know some interior fighting techniques, just lie down and don't move..."
Ning Xinyuan clearly felt that the holy sword mark on the back of Ming Chaoyan's hand seemed to have a vague resonance. Although this resonance could not speed up the recovery of Ning Xinyuan's injuries, it could not enhance Ning Xinyuan's abilities.
But it seemed to be able to maintain Ning Xinyuan's rationality, so that no matter how sleepy, painful or tired she was, she did not suddenly fall asleep, but maintained the most basic sobriety.
"Help me sit up!" Ning Xinyuan said and coughed up a mouthful of blood. She was too lazy to ask Ming Chaoyan for details, not to mention that her cousin was a bit dull to begin with, and more importantly, her body could not support her careful questioning.
Ming Chaoyan didn't dare to disobey his cousin now, so he gently helped her up. Ning Xinyuan looked around and found that the sarcophagus had been moved to the street, and not far away was Niruo's sarcophagus.
Without saying a word, Ming Shuangli used the internal combat method to heal her sword scabbard, completely ignoring the noise made by Ning Xinyuan and the others.
Ning Xinyuan glanced at the big hole in the wall behind her, and she knew the current situation more or less, and asked: "It's just the two of you? Did you move me here?"
"Others ran in to find their scabbards." Ming Chaoyan said: "When we got here, we found cousin you and Niruo lying in coffins on the roadside, so Sister Shuangli and I stayed to take care of you.
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Who moved us out? Has the president summoned the Holy Sword Huiyao? How did the seven palace masters escape from the imperial courtyard? And Qin Leyin...
The intersection of dreams and reality, severe physical injuries, and mental weakness made Ning Xinyuan's brain run very slowly as if it had been filled with mud. Coupled with the severe lack of information, she gasped twice and could only utter one sentence:
"Calling them back...danger..."
"It's no problem. The battlefields are all elsewhere. It's very quiet inside. Nothing will happen -"
Just when Ming Chaoyan patted his chest and said it was okay, there was a sudden explosion of flying sand and rocks in the courtyard, followed by a clearly audible roar.
Ning Xinyuan and Ming Chaoyan looked at each other in confusion. Ning Xinyuan sighed, took out her belt with difficulty, turned it into the form of a king butterfly blunderbuss and handed it to Ming Chaoyan. Ming Chaoyan shook his head firmly when he saw this: "Cousin, your current state
It's also very dangerous, I have to guard you here."
Ming Chaoyan refused to pick up the king butterfly, and Ning Xinyuan had no choice but to take it back. When she took it back, she suddenly found that the king butterfly was covered with blood.
As a long-distance weapon that pays the most attention to accuracy, Ning Xinyuan would rather not take a shower than remember to take care of the monarch butterfly. In addition, Ning Xinyuan's attack range is basically a hundred meters away, so this is really the monarch butterfly in Ning Xinyuan
My hands got dirty for the first time.
Whose blood is on it?
That savage? But the savage claws also penetrated Qin Leyin... so it belonged to Qin Leyin?
