All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 69

... Qinglang wouldn't do this, there must be some reason.

Feng Ning tried her best to keep calm, but she couldn't help feeling a little panic in her heart, and her voice began to tremble: "Qing Lang, what happened?"

As if he felt that his flustered appearance was really embarrassing, Feng Ning paused, bit the tip of his tongue, and his voice calmed down, he asked, "Are you in a bad mood today?"

Qing Lang smiled suddenly: "I'm in a good mood. After all, you served me well last night. What's my dissatisfaction?"

Feng was quiet for a while, and said, "Qinglang, don't talk like that."

"Then what should I say?"

Qinglang raised his eyebrows, his eyes shifted, and he smiled very nicely, but those gray eyes were full of meanness, he spoke again, and said:

"Do you think I should let go of my suspicions and start circling around you like a dog again?"

He paused, and the sneer in his tone was even worse.

"—Feng Ning, you think your sacrifice is too valuable."

Fengning's breath trembled.

He took a step back and said, "Qing Lang, you're drunk."

Qing Lang: "I haven't touched a drop of alcohol today."

"You're drunk." Feng Ning said stubbornly, looking into Qing Lang's eyes quietly, and said, "You're not sober now, what can I say when you're sober."

After that, he raised his leg and re-entered the secret room.

After Feng Ning walked back to the secret room, she did not stand at the entrance of the cave, but lay down on the bed, with her back facing the entrance of the wall, curled up.

He didn't want to see Qing Lang.

He was angry with Qing Lang.

Moreover, his heart was very uncomfortable, stuffy and painful, like ants were gnawing on him, and it would only get better when he curled up.

Through a wall and a hole, he heard Qing Lang's voice faintly transmitted.

"Fengning, the emotions in this world don't mean that if you like me, I must respond." He paused and said, "I'm not that mean."

Qing Lang's tone has become calmer, his speed is neither slow nor fast, and his tone is not turbulent.

As if telling a fact calmly.

However, Feng Ning felt his heart being strangled again, he curled up a little more, and covered his ears with his hands.

...Fenghuang, you lied to me, falling in love is not fun at all.

Fengning thought in her heart.

But when he thought of Phoenix, he suddenly felt wronged, and even the tip of his nose started to feel sore.

He closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Fengning was woken up by someone touching her.

In a daze, it seemed that someone had touched his cheek.

Cold fingertips rubbed against his eyes, as if wiping away tears.

...Is that so, Qing Lang?

Feng Ning's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes expectantly.

But when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned.

It's not Qinglang, it's Xiaoxi.

Why is he here?

Seeing that Fengning woke up, Xiaoxi hurriedly stood up, took a few steps back, and spoke incoherently: "...I...I'll bring you tea."

Feng Ning just woke up, and her mind was in a daze: "Did Qing Lang ask you to come?"

Xiaoxi shook her head: "I made my own decision and wanted to serve you."

Feng Ning sat up and said, "As you can see, I'm just a prisoner, you don't have to come and serve me, go out."

Xiaoxi nodded obediently and went out.

Feng Ning looked at his back, and suddenly felt that Xiao Xi was a little strange today.

After Xiaoxi left, Fengning lay down at the entrance of the cave and took a look outside.

The sky has completely darkened, and through the window outside, you can see the bright moon hanging high.

Feng Ning reckoned that it should be Zi Shi at this moment.

If it was in the past, both Qing Lang and him were already sound asleep.

But today Qinglang was not there.

Qing Lang didn't know when he left, maybe he left after saying those ugly words.

Feng Ning sat against the wall for a long time, but still did not wait for Qing Lang to come back.

It wasn't until midnight that he fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Ning didn't intend to sleep at first, but he was not in a good mood these past two days, so he fell asleep without paying attention for a while.

early morning.

An unusual noise woke Feng Ning up.

It was very noisy outside, but Feng Ning couldn't hear what others were saying, and could only feel countless demon servants and guards rushing past the corridor, because there were so many people that the ground shook.

Feng Ning felt vaguely uneasy in her heart, but no one could ask, so she sent a message to Qing Dahuai with a messenger talisman: "What happened outside?"

Feng Ning waited for a stick of incense before Qing Dahuai's reply: "The demon king old thief and the God of War are attacking Qinglang, and they are attacking."

Demon King and God of War?

At the meeting at that time, the God of War advocated the war, and the Demon King advocated killing Qinglang directly. Unexpectedly, the two now joined forces to attack Qinglang.

Feng Ning frowned, lowered her head and continued to read the letter, but there was nothing else in the letter.

Feng Ning took the letter paper and turned it over and over again, only to see that the writing on it was very scribbled, the letter paper was found randomly, and there was a burnt hole on it, so one could tell at a glance that the battle situation over there was critical.

Feng Ning wrote another letter to ask about the specific situation, but she didn't get a reply after waiting for a long time.

Feng Ning was very anxious, but felt that Qing Dahuai should also join the battle at this moment, and sending letters to him would disturb him, so she didn't dare to continue sending letters, just paced around the room anxiously.

The Demon King, God of War...all of them are very powerful, what if Qing Lang loses?

Qing Dahuai is also there, Qing Lang should be safe, but what if he is injured?

Just at this moment, there was an explosion sound in the distance, and the sound made the walls of the secret room tremble a little. Feng Ning held the fairy rope, and her heart contracted tightly.

After a while, Fengning couldn't bear it anymore.

Anxiety and uneasiness almost swallowed him whole, making him unable to take care of his embarrassing status at the moment.

Feng Ning lay down at the entrance of the cave and shouted loudly: "Is anyone there?! Is anyone there?!"

But there was no response for a long time.

Also.

With such a big event happening in the devil world, who else would stay in this empty devil palace?

Just when Feng Ning wanted to give up in frustration, the door of Qinglang's bedroom creaked and was pushed open.

It's Xiaoxi.

"You called me?" Xiaoxi poked her head out and asked.

Feng Ning's eyes lit up, she nodded, and waved to him: "Come here, I have something to ask you."

After hearing this, Xiaoxi obediently got in from the hole and walked to the secret room.

Feng Ning was really worried. Seeing Xiao Xi now, she immediately grabbed his wrist like a life-saving straw: "Do you know what's going on outside?"

Xiaoxi said: "I'm just a demon servant, I don't know much, I only heard that the prince turned against him, colluded with the demon king and God of War, and led the demon king into the formation that was set up in advance, and now the demon king is fighting three people alone .”

Feng Ning's face turned pale: "One person against three people? That Qing Dahuai..."

Xiaoxi said: "I heard that there is an enchantment in that formation, no one can get in, and Qing Dahuai God is breaking the enchantment together with others."

The more Feng Ning listened, the more flustered she became: "Then do you know... how Qing Lang is doing now?"

"I don't know." Xiaoxi paused and said, "But I heard that the Demon Lord was very drunk before being led into the battle this morning."

Feng Ning's hanging heart was suddenly thrown to the ground.

A drunken demon lord, trapped in a well-arranged formation, fought against the king of the demon world, the god of war in the heaven world, and the traitors of the same clan.

It can be guessed just by imagination that Qing Lang is not only at a disadvantage now, but his life is probably hanging by a thread, life and death are at stake.

Feng Ning suddenly became flustered, and a strong sense of self-blame even rose in her heart.

If he hadn't had a conflict with Qing Lang last night, if he hadn't blocked Qing Lang's mouth with the words "you're drunk".

Qinglang this morning...wouldn't she be drunk?

Xiaoxi looked at Fengning with a confused expression, "Why are you unhappy?"

"Why should I be happy?"

"You were imprisoned here by the Demon Lord. If he died, wouldn't you be able to come out?" Xiaoxi's voice was clear, with a smile on his lips.

Feng Ning was stunned.

He suddenly understood where the disobedience he had noticed in Xiaoxi since last night came from.

——This is not Xiaoxi.

Xiao Xi was loyal to Qing Lang, when Qing Lang was poisoned he was so frightened that he almost fainted, how could he talk about Qing Lang's life and death in such a brisk tone?

At this moment, Fengning's heart is full of Qinglang, and she doesn't have the energy to fight with this fake little Xixu.He took a step back warily, looked into Xiaoxi's eyes coldly, and asked directly: "You are not Xiaoxi, who are you? Are you someone sent by the Demon King?"

Seeing that her identity had been exposed, Xiaoxi didn't panic, and even took another step in Fengning's direction.

Feng Ning immediately took out Feng Yu's long knife and pointed it at Xiao Xi's heart, but the next moment, a familiar white light glowed on Xiao Xi's body. The skin and flesh, but the hard armor as thin as a cicada's wings.

This is... streamer armor?

——Feng Ning once gave it to Changbai as a present for Changbai's [-]-year-old birthday.

Feng Ning suddenly felt that the expression of Xiaoxi in front of him became familiar.

He spit out the name almost unbelievably: "You are... Changbai?"

Xiaoxi suddenly smiled.

The transformation technique on his body dissipated slowly, his stature grew, and his facial features changed back to the appearance of Changbai.

He respectfully knelt on the ground and saluted Feng Ning with a gentle smile on his face.

He looked up at Feng Ning, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Master, this disciple is here to save you."

Knowing that Xiao Ning was not sent by the Demon King, but his disciple of Gui Ning Sect, Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled Changbai up from the ground, but the strangeness in his heart still couldn't be erased: "Didn't you go to find the God of Destiny?"

Changbai lowered his eyes, as if he was a little bit disappointed: "My disciple is stupid. I have searched for 500 years but failed to find him, but I met a disciple of Guiningmen on the way. I heard that you could not be contacted. It seemed that something happened, so I rushed to rescue you." you."

Feng Ning was very relieved that his beloved disciple cared for him so much, but...

"Ling Feng reported my safety, don't you know?"

Changbai said: "I don't believe the clumsy words of the second junior brother, so I asked him to tell me the truth. Sure enough...you are imprisoned here by that devil, how can you call it safe?"

Changbai looked at the fairy rope in Fengning's hand, and said: "Master, this disciple knows that you are kind and generous, and still cares about the old feelings in his heart, so he couldn't bear to cut off the fairy rope to kill that evil disciple, so this matter, let Chang Bai Bailai is ready."

Feng Ning tried to dissuade him: "This bundle of fairy rope is no different than others, with your skill, you can keep chopping it."

"Disciple has been prepared for a long time, Master need not worry." Saying that, Changbai took out a sharp sword as white as snow.

The moment the sharp sword was drawn out of its sheath, it surpassed all the Eternal Day Techniques in this secret room, making people's eyes hurt.

Feng Ning was stunned: "This is...Huantian Sword?"

Changbai said: "This is the sword my disciple borrowed from my father, it will definitely cut off the living tendons of the demon king."

The Huantian Sword is the sword of the Emperor of Heaven, which belongs to the ancient divine sword, and can cut the sun, the moon, and the gods.

Fengning suddenly panicked.

He snapped, "Take back the sword!"

Changbai looked at Fengning with a slightly hurt expression: "Master, Qinglang did this to you, do you still want to protect him?"

Qing Lang is now fighting against the enemy, and he is at a disadvantage with one-to-many, and his muscles can't make any mistakes.

Feng Ning pinched the center of her brows, and her tone became anxious: "I don't know what Ling Feng told you. Let me repeat to you again, I am so happy that I am locked here voluntarily by him, and I don't want to leave at all He also has no intention of cutting off his tendons to let him die, I am very moved by your intention, but I don't need it, you go, don't come again."

Chang Baihong smiled twice: "Master, you protect him so much, does he know? Does he have you in his heart? He treats you like a prisoner, and insulted you with words yesterday, he deserves to die—"

Feng Ning frowned: "Changbai, don't you even listen to me?!"

Changbai raised his eyes to look at Feng Ning, and said word by word: "You are my master, but the master has done something wrong, as a disciple, he should help the master to set things right."

Fengning's heart was in a mess.

Changbai was not like this.

Although Changbai is not like Lingfeng, who doesn't ask why and just obeys orders, he is also an obedient disciple.

He is gentle, courteous and thrifty, he knows the order and keeps the etiquette, he never talks to Feng Ning like this, even his younger brother...

and many more.

Feng Ning looked up at Chang Bai, narrowed her eyes: "Are you his younger brother?"

Feng Ning took a deep breath and said: "Changbai, I don't care if you are an older brother or a younger brother, if you don't obey my order today and act as you like, I will have to drive both of you out of the house together."

Hearing this, Changbai slowly lowered his sword hand.

Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

It really is my brother.

He knew that Changbai would not act so recklessly.

But even as a younger brother, he was a little too presumptuous today.

Feng Ning frowned, her tone softened, but there was still a hint of beating: "You are parasitic in your brother's body, so you have to be quiet and not too restless. Your brother has a gentle temperament and always keeps his body at bay. Here it is, it’s fine if you don’t cherish it, and you always use his body to do wrong things, if you’re not…”

"If I didn't have two souls in one body, would the master have kicked me out of the house long ago?" Chang Bai said suddenly.

Fengning didn't speak.

Changbai suddenly gritted his teeth and smiled. He looked up at Fengning, his eyes became scarlet, and his smile was almost treacherous. He said every word:

"—Master, my younger brother died a long time ago, and he never parasitized in my body."

Feng Ning froze for a moment, not quite understanding what nonsense he was talking about.

Changbai's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, but his tone was full of joy and joy of pouring out many years of secrets:

"Master, don't you know? 2000 years ago, I hurt a demon disciple in Guining Sect. You said that I violated the sect rules and wanted to expel me. I was terrified. No matter how much I begged for mercy, it didn't work. Only then did he lie that he was occupied by his younger brother.

"When you went to seek proof from the Immortal Doctor, I used the forbidden book of the Heavenly Dragon Clan to separate my soul, so I hid it from you and made you believe me.

"From now on, if I can't control myself and do stupid things, I will push them all to my younger brother. There are two souls in one body, one black and one white. Even if the black one does something wrong, you will only punish me, not kick me out.

"My soul-dividing technique has been used for 2000 years, and I almost believe it myself. Master, in order to stay by your side, I almost turned myself into a lunatic, and what about you? You actually imprisoned you to save you Qing Lang, who insulted you, wants to drive me away? What's so good about him, that he deserves your protection and humiliation?!"

Feng Ning never thought that Changbai's identity as one body and two souls would be problematic, and now looking at Changbai who was almost insane, he was stunned.

At this moment, explosive cheers came from outside the corridor.

"—The Demon Lord has won, His Highness has won!"

... Qing Lang ... won? !

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, almost forgetting that she was in a complicated situation, the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

But Changbai murmured in disbelief: "How is it possible, the three of them failed, I just let them drag Qinglang along, how could they..."

Feng Ning heard him talking to himself, frowned and asked, "Are you with the three of them?"

"Yes, because Qing Lang deserves to die!"

The nameless wind overflowed from Changbai's figure, and Changbai raised his Huantian sword again, hanging in the air.

"Since they are defeated, I can only come here. As long as Qinglang dies, it will be fine. As long as he dies, the demon world will return to humbleness, the order of the six realms will be restored, and you will no longer be bewitched. As long as Qinglang It's fine if Lang is dead, as long as he's dead, you will be able to wake up, and then you can punish me or kill me, the disciples will bear it all!"

After finishing speaking, he took his Huantian Sword and chopped it down towards the bundle of fairy ropes!

Feng Ning was startled, and immediately took out Feng Yu's long knife to confront him.

But how can the Fengyu sword compete with the Tiandi's Huantian sword? !

Fengning's hands ached from the shock as the swords faced each other.

In addition, Feng Ning had only absorbed the yang energy yesterday, and now she has not recuperated well, so she is somewhat invincible.

Changbai has no intention of getting entangled with Fengning, he just wants to cut off the rope that binds the fairy.

Feng Ning could only block his attack step by step.

But the immortal rope was too long, and it was tied around Fengning's wrist, it was too difficult to protect it, Fengning's forehead was gradually sweating.

He smashed Changbai's streamer armor and strangled Changbai's throat, but he couldn't stop Changbai from throwing the Huantian sword into the air at the last moment.

Huantianjian seemed to know that his task was to bind the long immortal rope.

The cold light dazzled, it slashed straight at the immortal rope!

Feng Ning's eyes were about to burst, but her spiritual power suddenly exhausted, and she couldn't cast any spells.

Before the Huantian sword fell, Feng Ning threw all her strength towards the immortal rope on the ground!

Feng Ning protects Qing Lang's entire living tendon under her body.

And the Huantian sword was inserted into his back and penetrated his body.

pain.

Feng Ning has never been in such pain in her life.

No, there are also some, 500 years ago, he also suffered a painful pain once.

But still not as good as now.

The Huantian Sword was really different, the moment it pierced into the body, every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be devoured and burned.

It is afraid that it can split the galaxy and cut the sun and the moon like legends.

Fengning's body gradually lost consciousness, and he also knew that he was about to die.

Feng Ning never thought that she would die so soon.

He is a god, he thought he could live until the world was destroyed.

Even if he couldn't live that long, at least... At least he had to live until Phoenix came back.

A touch of regret filled the heart like a bitter lotus.

He waited for Phoenix for 6 years, but he couldn't wait for Phoenix to come back.

And...he still doesn't know why Qing Lang was angry last night.

It was fine before.

Fengning suddenly wanted to hold on for a while longer.

It doesn't take long either.

Just for a while.

He is very cold now, he wants Qing Lang to hug him.

Yesterday Qinglang said something ugly to him for no reason, and he was still a little angry with Qinglang.

But if Qing Lang hugged him, kissed him, and said sorry, he might be able to calm down.

Although he was very angry, he was also very coaxing.

...but Qing Lang came back very slowly.

Just like he waited for 6 years, but didn't wait for Fenghuang, even when Fengning died, he didn't wait for Qinglang to come back.

At the last moment when her consciousness died, Feng Ning tightly grasped the muscles under her body.

It was as if he was holding Qing Lang's hand.

……not bad.

He comforted himself in his heart.

Although he died, at least he protected Qing Lang.

Seeing Fengning being pierced by the Huantian sword, Changbai spat out a mouthful of blood tearing his lungs!

Tiandi's Huantian sword can cut living tendons, it can cut the sun and moon gods, and it can also cut Feng Ning, who has become a mere name now.

Blood splattered several feet, sprayed all over the wall, and filled the room.

But the blood didn't stick to the wall, but fell down like a blood butterfly and returned to Fengning's body.

The Supreme God is not like others in life, nor like others in death.

Even if Shangshen was about to die, he would die cleanly without leaving any residue.

Those blood butterflies returned to his body, but his face turned pale a little bit.

His expression became flat, without pain, expression, or blood.

His body became heavy and cold.

Like a real rock.

At the same time, suddenly dark clouds gathered outside, a gust of wind rose suddenly, and thunder and lightning rained down.

The sky and the earth are all white.