The Husky and His White Cat Shizun-Chapter 224

"!" Nangong stunned, "A Niang?"

"The deed of the dragon, only by the Nangong family blood sacrifice, can be reinforced." Rong said, "Only you, or him. So of course he is ... he is already a chess piece, walking dead... not to mention, Why is he alive? He is unfaithful to his husband, he is not strict with his father, he is not respected by the king, and he is worthy of being a man. Who knows why Nangongbu’s thoughts solved his lingering fruit, only let him do it. fool?!"

Nangong is in the same place as the original place. It seems that he has also become a chess piece, which is stiff and difficult to move.

"Hey, it’s hard to do it for the sake of the mother. It’s only you...you can only put him into the dragon soul pool, blood into the pool...he... a commandment, you can change everyone’s peace, but also count him ...dead after death!"

He hasn't reacted yet. Suddenly, someone in the Dragon Soul pool is yelling: "What happened? Where did these beetles come from?"

Beetle...?

Then there was a scream of screams in the temple, as well as the sound of drinking by Xue Zhengyi and Jiang Yan. Rong Rong anxiously said: "As soon as possible, the dragon's blood contract has been broken, and the last two contracts, and so on, completely thrown away, even if he is thrown into the blood pool, it does not help."

Nangong was awake by her head.

"What's so hesitant?!" Rong said. "It's all about him. It's the reason for the Confucianism to the present day. Hey! You wake up! There is no other choice, you-!"

She suddenly lost her voice.

Then, her eyes turned up slightly, her pupils contracted sharply, and Xu Shuanglin seemed to finally endure the inability to control her with the most awesome spiritual power.

Rong Rong no longer has his own consciousness.

Her face reappeared as a dreamlike look. She slowly got up and walked towards the side of "Blur", returning to the inconspicuous position she had been at the beginning, her eyes emptied and whispered: " Hey... tell A Niang that the world is ruined without adding a disappointment. What is the previous sentence?"

Nangong is shaking.

He trembled on the ground, he was not controlled by anything, but he felt that there was no way out there.

The world's reputation is not persuaded, and the world is destroyed without adding disappointment.

This is what he asked her to do, and it is so difficult.

It's really hard.

When I was a child, I couldn’t understand the embarrassing tour, or let him hit the nine hearts with ten arrows. It’s too difficult and too difficult.

Today, she told him to use his father's blood to reinforce the **** relationship of Lushan.

He listened to the sorrow and screams outside, only to hear the sound knows how horrible the beetle that the awakened dragon tail becomes. He thinks of the leaf forgetting, and still faces the snake tide alone in the dark, waiting for him to check it as soon as possible. Ming leaves everything back to the past.

"驷儿..." Behind him is the mother's mutter.

He slowly took out his long sword and walked toward Nangong Liu.

hate.

How can you not hate?

He looked at the man -

Why don't you hate him?

Lively digging the mother's heart, privately arranging the head of Jiangdongtang, and murdering the Lizhuang Lizhuang master, letting the Confucianism door be destroyed, leaving a pile of mess and showing a stigma that makes him and Ye Yexis nowhere to go. The dog who lost the family is not the dog who lost his family. How can he not hate him! !

The sword was lifted, and the snow reflected the face of Nangong Liu.

The face that is no longer young, with a few sons will have peace and calm.

Nangong Liu looked at Nangong Temple, so Nangong’s hand shook. He didn’t go too far. He said, “You get up.”

"Who are you? Why do you want me to get up? I have to sit here, I have to wait for you..."

"What is your majesty!" Nangong screamed at him, his heart screamed, blood flow in the blood vessels, arrogant, "That is your brother! Nanlu Liu?! That is your brother!!"

"It’s the younger brother who is also your majesty." Nangong Liu was shocked and shrunk into a ball. "You don't want to be so fierce, you... you... why are you crying?"

Did I cry?

Nangong thinks.

I... I cried?

The bitter and salty tears fell and fell to the ground with the sword.

Nangong suddenly fell to the ground, it is already awkward.

Why is this happening?

He hates him. He thinks that he can really hate to force his father to go to the Dragon Soul Pool with himself, and recast the **** relationship between Lushan and Pei.

Why can't he hate? It’s just that this person’s own person is homeless, and his family is broken. Why don’t he hate it?

but……

But I really can't go.

When the sword illuminates the person's face, when he sees the wrinkles in the corner of the person's eyes, what he thinks is actually --

It turned out that when he was still very young, he stumbled and chased Naibaijin in Xiaoyue Caochang.

The legs and feet were unstable and finally fell.

Rong Rong stood in front of him and said to him who was crying, "Get yourself up."

It hurts.

But it hurts. He struggles and works hard, but he can't stand up.

He reached out and begged the mother to hold him once and pull him.

However, Rong Rong did not reach out and never reached out.

Finally, another warm big hand, picked him up from the ground, hugged it into his arms, and the sun shone, and he saw a face.

A young, gentle, like a gentleman, always a loving face.

"Oh, our nephews occasionally want someone to help." The man touched his soft hair and his eyes were very gentle. "If you climbed up yourself, what do you want to do?"

That was the earliest and earliest impression of his father at the beginning of Nangong’s memory.

In this secluded, full of living dead, the only living man groaned, stumbled and climbed up on his own.

He got up, but he quickly fell.

In the direction he was in the direction of Rong Rong, he had three long heads, and then he got up again and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the sleeves were pulled.

The person who held him was actually Nangong Liu.

"..."

Nan Gongliu took out an orange from the basket and handed it to him. After thinking about it, he peeled another piece and handed it directly to his lips.

"Don't cry, though I don't know what you are going to do. But the oranges are sweet and especially delicious. I picked them, you try them."

Nangong don't want to eat, but the orange is on the lips, and Nangong Liu handed him him, just like he fed him many times when he was a child.

The sweet and sour juice spread out between the lips and teeth, and Nangong smeared his tears. He finally made up his mind to throw the long sword and turned and walked out of the front hall.

He came to the pool of the Dragon Soul.

The beetle that was made by the dragon was too fierce. There were already many monks who died and the blood flowed into the river. Because the insects are too small, the great masters such as Chu, Ning Jiang, and so on can only protect a small number of people behind them. The scene is a lot of miscellaneous, just like in the boiling soup.

No one noticed that Nangong came in.

He entered the temple.

A few hours ago, he lost his spiritual core, thinking that he would become a mortal, and live forever.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the fate knew that his heart was high. Although he was not thicker than him, he was not thinner than him at the end.

The only owe...

His gaze fell to the cave leading to the soul-stricken platform.

Leaves forget.

Nangong Yu suddenly smiled and smiled.

Fortunately, I didn’t have time to tell her at the end of the day, thank you for her persistence, thank you for her unwavering commitment. Fortunately, I didn't have time to tell her that he finally understood her good, her affection, and she was willing to stay with her ever since.

Otherwise, if you are ignorant of the girl, then...

"thump."

So what?

He didn't finish it. If he thought about it, he would probably never have the courage. He didn't finish it, so he swallowed the boiling blood pool. When he didn't finish it, he turned into a skeleton and became ashes.

The last thing he had to do before he was to untie the arrow in his waist, embroider his mother's needles and needles, and throw the white wolf in the wolf.

Nan Gongyi felt that he was still conscious at the moment he was in the ashes, but it was not painful. He seemed to hear clearly the sound of the quiver safely falling on the ground, and the call of Naobaijinjin seemed to still listen. When he arrived in Chu, he called his name, and he rarely lost it.

He thought it should.

He wants to respond:

Master respect...

I recognize you.

How can I not recognize you?

In fact, I always remember that under the flower tree that year, I fell down and worshipped the teacher.

But you don't want me.

I also have my self-respect and pride. I am afraid that you will not see my roots, so I have been working too young and too old.

Later, you are willing to recognize me, but I am afraid that I will be tired of you...

it's good now.

I have a teacher, I gave A Niang a happy tour, Ye Yexiu and Naobaijin are all right.

By the way, I didn’t expect to have an orange before I died.

It’s that person... peeling it by hand...

It’s a taste of the orange that I tasted when I was young.

So sweet...

The soul of Nangong Temple was scattered, everything faded, everything became a phantom of the past, and the old dreams of the past were gone.

Belongs to the blood deed.

The Dragon Soul Pool suddenly shoots out the dazzling light, where the light shines, the dragon screams and screams, destroys the dead, and puts all the dragon-tailed beetles, dragon-scale snakes, and lifts the dragon ribs of the corpse. Broken into ashes, left as a powder.

When Ye Yexixi rushed out of the cave and rushed out of the blood, the glimpse was the moment that Nangong 驷 finally fell into the pool, saw the blood pool of the long light, and all the monks looking at the blood pool, the poolside Naobaijin, who is sobbing and helpless, leaned over and hugged Naobaijin’s Chu nightning...

Her sabre fell to the ground with a bang.

"Auntie!!!!"

The hoarseness is exhausted, and the cracks are gone!

At this time, Ye Yexi was covered with scars. She staggered forward and walked a few steps. She had not had time to walk to the blood pool. She had not even had time to cry. The heavy injuries and crazy emotions finally broke. Her. The snake venom spread on her, her bones were cold and her body was cold.

"Auntie..."

She stepped forward and ran over, her lips blue and purple, swaying, choked, and tears slid down. But she couldn't support it anymore, she fell heavily on the cold brick.

She was faint in front of her eyes, but she was still squatting on the ground with **** mottled fingers, trying to move forward and move.

Obviously know that it is too late.

Ming Ming saw the Nangong 跃 jumped into the Dragon Soul Pool.

It is clear that everything is over.

But I am not willing, how can I be willing... How can I be willing! !

It seems that as long as he insists on climbing to the edge of the pool, he can return the person. It seems that as long as he persists for a moment, Nangong will be able to return to her side.

He said it.

Before the snake cave, he clearly promised -

He said that it is too dark, I know that you don't like it, you insist on it for a while, I will come back soon.

Tears are rolling.

She insisted that the silver teeth bite and stick to it, so little, stunned, squatting, crawling to the edge of the Dragon Soul pool that has already been extinguished.

I'm coming.

What about you?

The eyes are very dark, the surroundings are very cold, is there any ghosts to come, is there a poisonous snake to commit, can you, like the past, a piece of magical spirits, and the wind and wind back.

Tell me again: "Go with me, I will protect you."

"Nangong Temple... Auntie..." She choked, and eventually became a sly, crying loudly. "You are coming back! The gentleman said, you have to keep promises, you are coming back!"

But the cry didn't last long. The fierce toxins and wounds finally engulfed her. Before she lost her consciousness, the last thing she did was to reach out and touch the pool wall of the Dragon Soul Pool, as if to catch the people in the pool and leave him in the pool. By the side.

Everything has to be better... Aunt’s spiritual tyranny can be tried to stop it, and everyone hasn’t hated them so much... It’s going to be in the first place.

But the darkness is coming again. This time, for her, there may be no more days.

"Auntie..."

The leaves whispered, and finally closed their eyes slowly.

The evil spirit of the dragon was finally suppressed. Nangong’s sacrifice was made with flesh and blood, and the broken bond was reinforced, and the dragon blood pool of Nangong’s soul was merged. Xu Shuanglin was hard to destroy.

It’s over.

There is no longer a grass and a tree in Lushan, which can be used by Xu Shuanglin. Nangong Temple does not have the ability to go through the Nangong Changying, but in the end it is him, and cut off the most sharp minions of Xu Shuanglin.

Everyone did not speak, only to hear the subtleties of those who were previously injured.

The light of the dragon blood pool gradually dissipated, and the ink burned to the side of Chu nightning. Chu night Ning lowered his head and squinted. The hand holding Naobai Platinum was pale and cold, because of the forbearance, the light blue blood vessels under the skin were slightly convex. Out.

"Master respect..."

Chu nightning did not say anything, he finally put Naobai Platinum beside Ye Xie, along with the Nangong Temple's quiver.

He got up and had water vapor in his eyes, but when he looked at the ramp leading to the Souls, the water vapor became frost.

He said nothing, and he asked the golden light in his hand, and he went to the dark road.

The ink burns with him, and the disciples of death and death are silently keeping up.

No one asked, no one spoke.

What they mean by the beginning is clear in their hearts, but they keep up with them, and no one is shrinking. Then it is the Snow Palace, the lonely moon night...

Before Jiang Yanjin’s martyrdom, he ordered several doctors who were healed and guarded. He said, “You stay here, and you will take care of the wounded, especially the girl. If these are not dead, if you lose your life, go back to the whole year. Stone, all buckled."

"Yes, the head."

The door to the soul-striking platform has been opened, and this road has lost its way. They came to the last place of the Confucianist ancestral temple.

Finally arrived, sacrifice the land of souls.

Calling the soul.