The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

Chapter 68 The Insurmountable Chasm

"Ning Ning, what kind of ecstasy soup are you pouring into your senior brother?" Yu Zhiyu's eyes were red and she rushed towards her with a fierce attitude. She glared angrily at Ning Ning, who was still in a leisurely mood. She felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Nothing from beginning to end, talking about people."

Ning Ning didn't raise her head, carefully avoiding the branches and leaves to water the roots of the flowers. Then, Yu Zhiyu kicked over the bucket, and the splash of water made the flower branches bright.

She slowly raised her head, looked at Yu Zhiyu with cold eyes, put down her pick, and said bluntly: "This Blue Butterfly Huanmeng is the most delicate, and the flowers and leaves will wither if the raw water touches it even a little bit, but...it doesn't matter. , this Blue Butterfly Huanmeng was found by Yan Wumei, and he asked me to take care of it, just for the life-threatening skills on your body. Now that it is completely destroyed, it is your own business."

With that said, Ning Ning slowly wiped the dirt on her hands, and Shi Shiran sat in the pavilion.

Yu Zhiyu looked unhappy. She glanced at the withered and curled flower branches. She pursed her lips and walked into the pavilion with heavy steps. "Junior sister Ning, can you tell me why senior brother..."

"You haven't tasted it yet?" Ning Ning brewed scented tea in a flowing stream, and the clear yellow tea poured down. She pushed the tea cup and motioned for Yu Zhiyu to taste it.

Seeing Yu Zhiyu drinking the scented tea as if she were dead, her frown gradually loosened. Ning Ning stroked the rim of the cup and calmly said: "Yu Zhiyu, there are people around you who treat you wholeheartedly. Why do you envy me? You are not me. , how can you know how difficult it is for me? If you don’t cherish the present moment, you may regret it for the rest of your life."

"What about you?" Yu Zhiyu suddenly asked, staring at the stunned Ning Ning, "Won't you regret it for the rest of your life?"

The hand touching the rim of the cup paused slightly, and Ning Ning held up the teacup as if to conceal it, took a sip, moistened her thirsty throat, and said with a low smile: "You are running in both directions. We have an insurmountable gap. In the end, we are different. of."

"Forget it, don't talk about me." Ning Ning poured away the tea in the tea cup, held her chin, and kindly reminded Yu Zhiyu: "I don't know what good things Yan Wumei has done, but if you don't go and take a look, you might figure it out." What's wrong?"

Yu Zhiyu left with her sword as if she had just woken up from a dream.

After a cup of tea, Ning Ning held up the heavy Mo Bai and held out the sword Twelve. It landed firmly on the sword and flew towards the frightening Han Mandrill Cave.

A white shadow followed closely behind.

"Junior brother, being late is not a good thing." Ning Ning raised her eyebrows slightly and walked into the cold mandrill cave first. The biting cold air hit her face. After a while, Ning Ning's face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and her teeth were chattering with the cold.

The warm cloak was draped on Ning Ning's shoulders. Shaojiu tied the belt with a frown on her face and said, "Senior sister, it's cold inside."

The subtext is that it's cold inside, so don't refuse his kindness.

Ning Ning said softly, "Yeah", walked around Shaojiu, and walked in with firm steps.

The smooth and jade-like ground is covered with thick frost. If you don't pay attention, you will fall to the ground. Shaojiu followed Ningning step by step.

Ning Ning's mind was filled with illusions. She half-closed her eyes and held back her weak hope, hoping...it was just her imagination, that she was...making trouble unreasonably.

One after another, they walked into the tough yet soft barrier, and the spring-like breeze ruffled the hem of their clothes. Shaojiu spun around in a panic, unable to get out of the maze-like place.

The scene in front of him changed several times. Shaojiu was in the sea of ​​flowers deep in his memory. He was stunned for a long time. He condensed the devil's energy into a magic blade and opened his arm. The blood spurted out and splashed into the sea of ​​flowers, dyeing a large area red.

The pain occupied his entire arm, and Shaojiu let his guard down. He was so confused that he waded through the sea of ​​flowers and stood on the edge of the cliff. When he saw the singing and dancing tribesmen, he burst into tears.

What on earth is going on?
"Shaojiu?" A voice with a cold memory appeared in her ears. Shaojiu turned around stiffly and saw the lively Xuanyou walking towards her. She poked his forehead so intimately and said angrily: "A member of the Xihua clan What are you doing here at this annual grand ceremony? Grandma was still talking about you just now..."

Shaojiu held Xuanyou in her arms, blood and tears fell from her eyes, blending with Xuanyou's bright red clothes.

"Shaojiu, you..."

"Xuanyou, don't talk, let me hold you for a while, just for a little while." I have never seen Shaojiu act so recklessly and fearfully like now, Xuanyou was so soft-hearted that she hugged Shaojiu's waist.

"Xuanyou, do you know?" Shaojiu buried herself deeply into Xuanyou's neck and said in a deep voice: "I seem to have had a very strange dream. In that dream, I have been looking for you for tens of thousands of years. Really, really It’s very scary.”

Xuanyou remained silent.

Shaojiu kept talking to herself, "Now that I see that you are safe and sound, I am very happy. Can you not go back to the God Realm and stay in the Xihua Clan? Let's go together..."

The stone eyes inlaid on the mountain wall moved slightly, showing no signs of worry.

In the dark Hanmandrill Cave, Ning Ning, who was pushed into Shaojiu's arms, had eyes full of vicissitudes of life and sighed slightly. Sure enough, Shaojiu's obsession was Xuanyou, and he had a purpose in approaching her.

Now it seems that the life-saving grace in Huangyuan was also thanks to Xuanyou, otherwise she would have died long ago in Huangyuan.

Ning Ning lowered her eyes and pushed Shaojiu's chest, but she was hugged tighter. She raised her voice and said, "Shaojiu, let me go. Do you hear me? Let me go."

Shaojiu, who was deeply trapped in the illusion, refused to let go no matter what.

"Twelve swords."

With a sweet sound, Sword Twelve inserted straight into the stone eye on the mountain wall. Yes, the stone eye is the eye of the illusion.

Immediately afterwards, Shaojiu's hazy vision gradually became clear, and Ning Ning's angry voice came to his ears, "Shaojiu, don't let go."

The dim light and biting chill were completely different from the sea of ​​flowers. The color on Shaojiu's face was gone, her fingertips were trembling slightly, and she was at a loss to let go of Ning Ning.

Seeing her brushing off her wrinkled cloak and walking in without saying a word, Shaojiu felt a sense of crisis for no reason and hurriedly followed her.

Shaojiu Xi moved her mouth, trying to explain but she didn't know where to start.

"Shaojiu, don't worry. When Xuanyou returns, it will be the time for you to meet again." Ning Ning dropped these words, quickened her pace, and walked towards the deepest part of Hanmandrill Cave.

At that moment, Shaojiu's heart broke into several petals. Looking at Ning Ning's beautiful figure fading away, loneliness and panic turned into a bloody mouth and swallowed him up.

He covered his eyes bitterly.

"Jiujiu, jiujiu. [Xiao Ningning, I smell the smell of the unicorn bead. I will find the unicorn bead first and then come to you.]"

Mo Bai quickly disappeared into the darkness, and Ning Ning turned around and walked towards the only warm place in Hanmandori Cave.

Along the way, the charming little blue flowers blooming on the white bones exuded a sweet smell. Ning Ning covered her mouth and nose, not daring to stop, and ran inside.

It was really ironic that a paradise-like fairyland appeared in Hanmandrill Cave. Ning Ning rummaged through it in an orderly manner, and even the soil was turned over.

Ning Ning, whose physical strength was worrying, sat down on the root of the tree, looking up and panting. The dead branches protected by the lush branches and leaves caught Ning Ning's attention.

She climbed up the tree, looked closely at the dead branches, and couldn't help but smile.He carefully uprooted it, opened the brocade box, used flower mud as a base, put the dead branches inside, and said, "Little cutie, I'll be counting on you from now on."

(End of this chapter)