stonecrandall Chapter 156 Ning Zhe, Hold My Hand
Chapter 156 Ning Zhe, Hold My Hand
The person he was talking about naturally referred to the man in black.
The Xingxing Pavilion followed the sky, and this action was not only to prevent the invasion of the demons, but also to prepare for the rebirth of the God.
And the only opportunity lies in Ning Zhe.
The high priest came here originally intending to take Ning Zhe back, but for some reason he suddenly changed his mind.
It seems... related to the avatar of the Young Lord of the Demon Race.
It is said that the young master of the demon clan was injured by the catastrophe a hundred years ago, and his strength was greatly damaged. His spirit was forced to be scattered all over the place and has never been recovered.
The high priest deduced the whereabouts of one of the avatars by means of esoteric calculations, and seemed to be planning to help the young master of the demon clan return his soul to his place.
But by doing so, isn't it encouraging the power of the demons?
Xing Su was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask the reason. He lowered his eyes and answered yes respectfully, and disappeared in a flash.
There was chaos in the ancient tower.
Xing Su saw the three people fighting fiercely at a glance, and the situation of the young master of the demon clan seemed to be extremely unfavorable.
Qingluan will not mention it for the time being, just look at the human woman who appeared out of nowhere, who can even fight him one or two by virtue of this huge phantom formation.
After leaving the Demon Realm, the strength of the Demon Race will be suppressed more or less, and the higher the bloodline, the stronger the suppression will be.
The Young Lord of the Demon Race was obviously suppressed severely.
Xing Su quietly let out the snow line and stroked it with her fingertips.
As soon as the snow line came out, I trembled with excitement.
It smelled Ning Zhe's breath, and struggled desperately in Xing Su's hand.
If Xing Su hadn't been holding down its tail and not letting it move, it would have wanted to stick to Ning Zhe immediately.
Xing Su frowned, and said in a low voice, "Azhe is very dangerous now."
Xuexian paused suddenly, then struggled even harder, slapping Xingsu's hand holding him anxiously, as if telling him to let go.
Xing Su continued: "We need to help Ah Zhe, have you seen that woman, go to wrap her up and break this illusion."
After he finished speaking, he let go.
This little thing cared more about A Zhe than he did, and Xing Su wasn't worried at all.
Xue Xian rushed out like flying, and attacked Ling Ji.
Xing Su could see that the reason why this woman was able to compete with the young master of the Demon Race was that the illusion had a great effect. Although the illusion was not enough to confuse people, it still had a lot of disturbing power to people.
As long as the phantom array can be broken, she will not be a threat.
Ling Ji has already pushed the man in black to a desperate situation at this time, if he takes another step back, he will touch the death gate of this phantom formation, and there is no way to escape.
The man in black is now haunted by illusions, and he is still unable to wake up for the time being.
Ling Ji flew over and shouted: "Ning Zhe, grab my hand!"
Ning Zhe obediently reached out to her.
Ling Ji stretched out her arms, and she was about to touch his fingertips, but suddenly, a bunch of white silk threads came out from nowhere, tightly wrapped around her waist, making it impossible for her to penetrate an inch.
"Damn!"
Ling Ji opened her eyes, and saw that the man in black had broken free from the entanglement of the illusion, and suddenly attacked her with a palm.
The palm of the young master of the demon clan was surrounded by black mist, mixed with a world-shattering violent anger, Ling Ji was entangled and couldn't move, if she hit like this, she would be out of her wits immediately.
Ning Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly struggled, "Don't—"
Ever since he was caught by the man in black, he has never resisted, making the man in black think that he has no cultivation, so he is not wary of him.
Ke Ningzhe is not a really innocent and harmless little white rabbit, and he doesn't resist, but because he is used to pretending.
The man in black didn't notice for a while, he was stabbed in the chest by him, and he broke free when he let go.
Ling Ji looked at Ning Zhe who was jumping on her body, trying to block her attack, and yelled anxiously: "What are you doing! Get out!"
He hurt the man in black, how could the man in black spare him, the attack of that palm did not decrease but increased, and it was about to hit Ning Zhe.
"Anu!"
Qingluan dodged the attack of the phantom array, rushed over from the slanting thorns, the strong wind poured out from his sleeves, gently rolled Ning Zhe and Lingji, and quickly pulled them back.
The man in black followed closely behind, his murderous intent was so strong that it could almost turn into substance.
On his chest, there was faintly a little bit of blue blood, which was stabbed by Ning Zhe's hidden weapon just now.
After so many years, he has never been injured by such an insignificant bug!The people in the black clothes were so angry that they wanted to tear Ning Zhe into pieces with their own hands!
Seeing his increasingly manic demeanor, Ling Ji frowned even more fiercely.
Originally, this person was already very difficult, but now that Qingluan still brought the two of them with him, he might not even be an opponent.
"Leave me alone, take him away!"
Lingji immediately gave a soft cry, raised her arm with difficulty, separated Ning Zhe's fingers holding her tightly, and pushed him away.
"No, I don't want to..."
Ning Zhe shook his head vigorously, holding on to her clothes tightly without letting go.
"Fool, if this goes on, we're all going to die! Get out of here!"
Ning Zhe pursed his lips and did not speak.
Mingming's demeanor looks obedient and quiet, but his temper is stubborn. No matter what Lingji says, he just won't let go.
"I can't see that you, little thing, have deep affection and righteousness. If that's the case, you two will go to Huangquan Road together as companions!"
The man in black sneered, raised his hand and launched an attack, but was stopped by Qingluan, and the attack missed the wall of the ancient pagoda.
The wall immediately exploded, the ancient pagoda roared, and stone chips fell, almost collapsing.
Xing Su controlled the snow thread and wrapped it around Ning Zhe's waist quietly, trying to take him away from the battlefield silently.
As soon as it touched Ning Zhe's body, Xuexian trembled excitedly, and the snow-white silk thread even had a faint tendency to turn red.
Ning Zhe felt itchy, and when he lowered his head, he saw the silk thread rubbing against his waist.
"What is this?" Ning Zhe pinched a silk thread strangely and rubbed it on his fingertips.
"Um... ah... don't..."
Ning Zhe paused, then raised his head and asked Ling Ji, "Did you hear anything just now?"
Lingji was still fighting against the snow line silently, trying to burn it with fire, but she said angrily, "What's the sound, don't delay the time, brat, get out of here!"
Ning Zhe shrank her shoulders, loosened the silk thread in her hand, and silently grasped her wide sleeves.
Route 67【Do you know what you look like now? 】
Ning Zhe refused to answer.
No. 67 must have nothing good to say.
Sure enough, I heard him sneer [Like a kid who hasn't been weaned]
Ning Zhe pursed his lips and said nothing, he just didn't let go anyway.
The snow thread was ignored by him, and unwilling to be lonely, he separated a strand of silk thread to wrap it up, and kept rubbing it around his fingertips, as if courting for pleasure.
Ning Zhe looked at the strange thread silently, thinking about how to burn it without hurting Ling Ji.
Seeing that Ning Zhe didn't object to its touch, Xuexian became more aggressive, boldly climbing up his slender and graceful neck, clinging to the corner of his mouth, and touching him wantonly.
In the distance, Xing Su's face was flushed, and his cold eyes were shining with luster, and he leaned against the wall weakly and gasped.
"Stop it, don't, don't touch it again...um..."
Xuexian finally met the person who was thinking about him day and night, how could she still listen to him, rubbing and rubbing against Ning Zhe, even boldly poking into his lips and twisting.
Ning Zhe squinted his eyes, and bit the tip of his tongue against the snow line.
Xing Su was caught off guard with a low moan, and collapsed on the ground.
His face was blushing, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said coldly: "Enough!"
A strand of clone separated by the snow line was forcibly withdrawn, retracted to Ling Ji's body, and could no longer move.
Ning Zhe licked his lips, feeling that the taste of the mouthful just now was a bit sweet.
Ling Ji couldn't stop the snow line, and couldn't help frowning: "What the hell is this!?"
Ning Zhe shook his head.
The men in black are currently blocked by Qingluan, unable to come over, they are still safe for the time being.
Ning Zhe said, "Don't move."
"what--"
Before Lingji finished speaking, she saw Ning Zhe approaching her, moved her fingertips, and lightly touched the bundle of snow-white silk thread wrapped around her waist.
Ling Ji thought of what it was almost instantly, and her expression turned serious, "Don't..."
In the next moment, I saw those silk threads spontaneously ignited without fire, and burned quickly.
A shrill scream suddenly burst into Ning Zhe's ears, the voice was full of pain.
Ning Zhe paused with his fingers, and asked No. 67 [Did you hear that voice? 】
No. 67 said no, his voice seemed a little cold.
Ning Zhe frowned slightly, but still did not stop the cold flames at his fingertips.
The silk thread that bound Ling Ji burned to ashes in the blink of an eye, floating in the air.
Xing Su suddenly covered her heart, a mouthful of blood spewed out of her mouth, and her face was instantly pale as paper.
The smaller half of the invisible silk thread fluttered towards him tremblingly, almost unable to fly.
"Who told you to provoke him?"
Xing Su closed her eyes, gently spread her palms, and caught the snow line.
The snow line was limp in his palm and moved weakly, without the joy and joy just now, it seemed extremely sad.
"He doesn't remember you."
Xing Su lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.
Xuexian trembled, and returned to his sleeve dejectedly.
Xing Su looked down at the young man who was sticking to Ling Ji in the distance, and was silent for a long time, a gleam of sadness could not help but appear in Qing Juan's eyes.
"He also...doesn't remember me."
Ning Zhe was about to take Lingji away when he suddenly felt something and raised his head to look somewhere.
"What?" Lingji stopped.
Ning folded away the strange color in his eyes, shook his head lightly, "Let's go."
Ling Ji turned her head and glanced at Qing Luan, who was covered in blood to block the attack of the man in black. She couldn't help but curl her lips slightly, and looked at Ning Zhe with raised eyebrows.
"Why, don't you care about your highness the crown prince? Oh, I don't know who was so worried before, but now they abandoned him in a blink of an eye. Your highness the crown prince is really pitiful."
Ning Zhe listened to her teasing, but his face was calm, his dark eyes were calm, and he couldn't see any emotion.
No. 67 sneered, seeing clearly.
If it wasn't for Qingluan to help him, why would he act like this.But it's all calculations.
"Tsk, how heartless."
Lingji paused, her brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "But I like it."
She took Ning Zhe's other intact hand, opened the passage with a spell, and walked outside the ancient pagoda.
Seeing that the two were about to leave the ancient pagoda, the man in black suddenly became furious, and opened the seriously injured Qingluan violently with his palm, and struck like lightning.
"Little thing, where else do you want to go!"
Startled, Lingji quickly pushed Ning Zhe away, and took the palm firmly.
The man in black kicked her away, turned around and dodged in front of Ning Zhe, grabbed his neck, and slapped him furiously.