little brother he is fair and lovely

Come.

"Yes!" Nangong Wen said in a very light tone.

After that, he put his right index finger very lightly on the slightly curved mouth, and made a gesture of silence.Coupled with the dark night scene behind him, everyone present shuddered inexplicably.

A creepy feeling came out of his bones.

"Old man..."

☆, reincarnation dream

After hearing Nangong's answer, Xiao Ai was completely dumbfounded.

Nangongyan, who just got up just now, didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, so he just stared at Nangongwen in a daze.

One is because of Nangong Wen's extremely disrespectful address to Nangong Yuanfeng, and the other is because of Nangong Wen's sudden change in temperament.

The murderous intent on Nangong Wen's body appeared from one corner, and slowly merged with the surrounding environment, with a pair of eyes bent, the eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling did not back down, and looked at Nangong Yuanfeng, as if Be one with the bright red moon behind you.

No matter how you look at it, none of this looks like the temperament that a 12-year-old child should have.

In fact, even Nangong asked himself not to know why he called Nangong Yuanfeng an old man, but he knew that something was beginning to change, and it seemed that something gradually became clear.

"Who are you!" Nangong Yuanfeng yelled loudly, stomped his cane, and the two people beside him also asked Nangong to catch him at the same time.

Seeing Nangong Yuanfeng's movements, Nangong Wen was shocked, grabbed Xiao Ai and quickly retreated.

Zhenyao Staff, one of Nangong Yuanfeng's top magic weapons, has extremely strong attack power, and has a built-in dagger.

Nangong Wen was not slow at all to retreat, but the spiritual power wall seemed to come faster, before Nangong Wen and Xiao Ai completely exited Nangong Yuanfeng's attack range, it was already in front of him.

As soon as Nangong Wen turned around, he threw Xiao Ai far away, and then concentrated all his spiritual power on his palms, intending to receive Nangong Yuanfeng's blow head-on.

Xiao Ai is an ordinary person without spiritual power, not to mention being next to him, even if he is less affected, he will meet him on Huangquan Road, so as long as Nangong Wen still can't let go of Xiao Ai, this next time is a must. suffer.

This was also a blow that Nangong Yuanfeng had calculated early in the morning.

But the reality is often unexpected.

According to Nangong Yuanfeng's calculations, Nangong Wen couldn't catch this blow at all, even if he caught it, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die, but the reality is confusing. Nangong Wen not only caught the blow, but also didn't retreat a step .

Nangong Wen looked at his hands in confusion, it seemed that it was not his own full strength, which made Nangong Wen very confused.

The two who followed Nangong Yuanfeng also arrived in a blink of an eye.

Not only did these two people have nothing to do with Nangong Wen, they were hit by Nangong Wen and flew upside down dozens of meters away, seriously injured.

Everyone present looked at Nangong Wen with monster eyes, but Nangong Wen didn't know it, and patted the dust on his hands, as if he had done a trivial thing.

As if it was born this way.

The old man Yuan Feng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared for a while, and then poked his walking stick with a "slap".

"Blood formation"

Seeing that several people had no choice but to ask Nangong, the old man made a decisive decision immediately.

Hearing here, Nangong Wen's face changed slightly, he didn't expect the old man to be so vicious.

This blood array is the highest punishment of the Nangong family. Anyone who is swallowed by the blood array will not enter reincarnation. It will be used, and everyone who enters the blood formation is a person who has committed a heinous crime, so Nangong Wen did not bring the blood formation into consideration at the beginning.

"Dead old man" Nangong Wen cursed secretly in his heart, ready to run away with Xiao Ai.

Just as Nangong Wen was running away with Xiao Ai, some people appeared on the surrounding roofs at the same time, just surrounding the four of them in the middle.

I saw a few people's fingers moving rapidly, almost turning into a flower.

Nangong Wen's expression froze and he rushed towards one of them, but before Nangong Wen approached, something swept across his ankle, Nangong Wen turned his body and leaned forward. The condensed spiritual power naturally also hit the empty space.

Nangong Wen lowered his head and found a bright red basalt on his ankle, and the contact part was still bleeding out.

This is the unique criminal mark of the Nangong family, and once it is stamped, it cannot be erased.Of course, this is not the worst thing, the worst thing is, because this kind of thing is the mark of the sinner of the Nangong family, who knows if it has the ability to affect the blood formation.

"Hiss..." Nangong asked gasped, he didn't expect that he would be slapped with such a thing by the old man without paying attention, he was shocked but also a little scared.

At this moment, the fingers of several people stopped flipping, and stopped at a very awkward movement.

Almost at the same time, the originally flat ground collapsed inward, and bright red blood rushed out from under the ground, spreading out bit by bit.

"Master!" Xiao Ai screamed, and helped Nangong Wen up from the cold ground.

"Xiao Ai" Nangong Wen saw Xiao Ai, and planned to leave with her in his arms.

But within two steps, a bright red blood whip wrapped around his ankle.

Nangong asked decisively and wanted to fly to the sky, but was horrified to find that he could not use any spiritual power, like a punctured balloon, all the spiritual power flowed out along the bright red whip.

But fortunately, the texture of this thing is not hard. Nangong Wen turned into a puddle of blood when he kicked his legs, but there was a black five-fingerprint left on the originally white ankle, which looked like it had been scorched.

"Master, are you... all right!" Xiao Ai surrounded her again.

Nangong asked with a cold expression, "Let's go!"

Nangong Wen was about to flee with Xiao Ai again, but the blood whip behind him caught up again.

Nangong Wen's speed wasn't too slow, but the reality was that the thing was faster, almost reaching behind Nangong Wen in the blink of an eye.

Just as Nangong Wen was still trying his best to escape, he suddenly found himself being picked up.

Before he could react to what had happened, he was already in the air.

Nangong Wen suddenly woke up and shouted: "Xiao Ai!"

Just as Xiao Ai threw Nangong Wen up, he fell to the ground, but the speed of that thing was extremely fast, almost entangled Xiao Ai in the blink of an eye.

"Master, don't underestimate anyone who sincerely wants to protect you."

Hearing this sentence, Nan Gongyan's footsteps paused slightly, but soon returned to normal.

But so what?Can I go against my grandfather's will?

Nangong Wen thought that the thing was coming towards him, as long as he was willing to move, Xiao Ai would always have a chance to escape.

But it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had underestimated the ferocity of that thing after all.

The thing wrapped around Xiao Ai's ankle at first, but immediately wrapped Xiao Ai's whole body, leaving Nangong Wen with only a short and hasty "ah" and a pair of helpless eyes.

In the end, it became a bright red blood chrysalis and completely disappeared.

Nangong Wen missed a beat in his heart inexplicably, as if he had been hit hard.

Some fragmentary pictures rushed into Nangong Wen's mind.

It was a long sword with a light blue light all over its body, and it was dotted with bits and pieces of something, and it shone with tiny bits of luster from time to time, like a star in the sky.

The long sword, which should have been very beautiful, was covered with blood at this moment, and a pair of slender hands were stained red, and the woman hanging on the sword was looking at him with wide eyes in disbelief, as if she wanted to say something more, but All that came out of one mouth was dark red blood.

Nangong Wen felt that something seemed to be gushing out of his brain, and his face was almost covered with blue veins from the pain.

As if feeling something, Nangong Wen suddenly raised his head and met Nangongyan's blank eyes.

The expression on Nangongyan's face was a bit tangled, he didn't even think about whether to frown, and he looked at Nangong Wen with a bit of unbearable eyes.

Nangong Wen's heart sank to the bottom with a "bang".

"Xiaowen! I'm sorry, I still can't disobey my grandfather and disobey the meaning of my family!"

Nan Gongyan said this very softly, and after he finished speaking, he slapped Nangong Wen's chest with his palm.

Nangong Wen's head seems to be in a panic at the moment, and he can't even understand Chinese.

A pair of eyes are wide open, but they are not very useful, Nan Gongyan's hand has already hit his chest, and these eyes did not even see.

With Xiao Ai's help, Nangong Wenben had already escaped from the range of the blood formation, but now he was thrown backwards by Nangongyan's palm, and fell towards the bright red pool of blood without swaying at all.

elder brother--?

Nangong asked very softly in his heart, somewhat unbelievable.

And when Nangong Yan stepped on his sword and reappeared in his field of vision, Nangong Wen's eyes suddenly widened, as if they were about to be squeezed out of their sockets, and the whites of the eyes were almost filled with blood.

"Nangong—yan—" Nangong asked suddenly yelled, hatred mixed with blood and tears rushed through his body, almost shattering his internal organs, leaving only the corners of his mouth A little bit of blood that meanders out.

"Nangong—yan—" Nangong asked loudly and sat up from the bed.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight, Nangong Wen glanced blankly at the familiar furniture one by one, and then took a look at his hands, which seemed to be still stained with that person's blood.

Nangong Wen slowly buried his head between his hands.

Everything is quiet, there is no sound of people, no insects, not even the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, just like a pantomime without sound, everything starts in silence and disappears in silence, without audience and applause , only a clown-like tragedy that the person on the stage is performing with all his heart.

This dream is like a pair of hands, tearing away Nangong Wen's last bit of disguise, and the great sadness instantly engulfed the grief of reality and broke into the most vulnerable place in his heart from the small space that was torn apart, almost smashing him. I couldn't catch my breath.

That feeling was actually sealed in his stomach from the very beginning.

In fact, Xiao Ai did die, but he did not save Nangong Wen, but died under Nangong Wen's sword. It was a year ago, when he was only in the third year of junior high school.

That day he suddenly woke up from his dream, and also woke up Xiao Ai who put all his heart on him.

The night outside the window was heavy, and even a single bit of moonlight could not be seen. Nangong Wen just took a glance and thought he was still trapped in a dream.

For some unknown reason, Nangong Wen didn't pull out Yin Xin from Xiao Ai's chest, he heard Xiao Ai weakly call out: "Master..." Nangong Wen's hand trembled slightly, But he didn't let go.

It wasn't until the first ray of light in the morning came through the hollowed-out window that Nangong Wen, who had been sitting upright all night, realized the reality.

Xiao Ai was still picked on the tip of the sword, almost dyed his light-colored clothes red, his eyes were wide open, and he tilted his head as if silently condemning him.

Nangong Wen took a look outside the door and did not know when there were already layers of people surrounded. It may be because Nangong Wen's face was stained with blood, which looked a little scary, or it might be because Nangong Wen was too calm. But at a glance, everyone subconsciously took half a step back.

With just a light touch on the hand, the hidden heart was drawn out.

The blood had solidified a long time ago, even if it was drawn out, there was no blood spurting out, but after a "boom", the already stiff corpse hit the wooden floor straight.

It was only silent for a while, and said in a tone that was almost floating in the air: "Let's deal with it!"

Now the memory of the past has broken through the limit, rampaging in Nangong Wen's body, the pain is so painful that his internal organs are about to be torn apart.

He thought...

Xiao Ai will never give him dreams in this life.

The author has something to say: add a setting to make it easier for everyone to understand

This grammar setting

Inheritance magic weapon (there is only one major family, which is a symbol of family inheritance)

top magic weapon

Soul Calm

low magic weapon

No magic weapon (no spiritual power requirement, the most widely distributed, no spiritual knowledge and no recognition of the master)

The higher the level, the higher the requirements for the user's spiritual power, the greater the power, and the higher the spiritual wisdom of the magic weapon.

Well, let's do this first!I don't know how much it can be used, but it should be helpful for understanding. It really doesn't work. I'll come back and change it when the time comes.

love you!

☆, reincarnation dream

Nangong Wen rubbed his face with rough palms, took a deep breath, and after a while, he took his hands away from his face.

Nangong Wen looked coldly at the dark night outside the door, and gradually frowned.

Something came to the door.

The sound of something dragging on the ground from far to near, with a seemingly invisible sound of "dong, dong", scattered all the way, gradually approaching Nangong Wen's bedroom.

"Bang!"

The old wooden windows suddenly opened wide, and a few dry leaves poured in with a biting cold wind, knocking down the precious porcelain vase on the table, and it fell to the ground with a "pop", leaving the bones no deposit.

Nangong Wen looked back at the "creaking" wooden window blown by the wind, and frowned.

The thing was still moving, and the soft-soled shoes stepped on the wooden floor, "creaking", "crunching", very lightly and slowly, as if stepping on Nangong Wen's heart, repeatedly.

Suddenly the thing stopped, and a black shadow entered Nangong Wen's eyes through the narrow crack of the door.

"Squeak—" The wooden door opened with a long sound.

A woman with a pale complexion appeared at the door. This person was not too tall, with loose hair hanging quietly on both sides of her head.

The "young master" came in and closed the door behind him.

"Xiao Ai!"

Nangong Wen smiled lightly, propped up one leg, and put an arm casually on his knee. The corners of his eyes were slightly bent, with a three-point smile, and he looked quite romantic.

Seeing Nangong Wen like this, Xiao Ai was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with a little worry: "Master, have you woken up again?" As she said that, she was going to serve Nangong Wen to sleep again.

"Stop!" Nangong Wen suddenly stopped Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment, looked at Nangong puzzled and asked, "Master, is this?"

"Xiao Ai, I remember that I once ordered that no one should come near me when I wake up at night." Nangong asked coldly, and the eyes that glanced at Xiao Ai were mixed with sharp killing intent. across the neck.

Xiao Ai touched her neck with lingering fear, as if she could cut off the arteries on her neck with one stroke. Only after she was sure that her neck was not injured, did she dare to put down the bristling hair.

Xiao Ai wondered while recalling: "Is there? Why don't I know."

Nangong asked with a sneer, and thought: Of course you don't know, because this is a rule established after your death.

"Master!" Xiao Ai didn't seem to notice any abnormality, and she wanted to go forward, but the blue light flashed, and the long sword with light blue luster was pressed against her chest, piercing deeply with a bit of chill. Into the bone, Xiao Ai couldn't help shivering.

"Actually, I've always been very curious. Why did you stay here and escape the Nangong family's arrest? How did you do it?" Nangong Wen was still smiling, but in a gentle way. Under the smile, there was a bit of subtle killing intent, "This evil spirit of the Nangong family is not easy to do!"

His words had a long ending, and Xiao Ai shivered as he looked at them with somewhat smiling eyes.

"Master, what are you talking about...?" Xiao Ai looked at Nangong in surprise and asked, "I am... Xiao Ai!"

"Don't move!" Nangong Wen sent Yinxin forward again, and the clothes on Xiao Ai's chest were immediately stained a little red.

Xiao Ai lowered her head to look at Yinxin on her chest. It seemed that until now she couldn't believe that Nangong Wen would attack her. The hand she just raised just froze in mid-air, neither letting it go nor moving it.

The two stood in a stalemate like this for a while, one didn't dare to be approached easily, and the other didn't dare to move when forced, with a fairy sword horizontally in the middle, this posture is so weird no matter how you look at it.

In fact, early in the morning, Nangong Wen realized that he hadn't woken up from the dream. Firstly, he was sure that Xiao Ai had passed away long ago by his own sword. Secondly, he had never been in bed at night since he was 12 years old. Sleeping, but now I woke up from the bed.

Suddenly, Nangongwen laughed in a low voice, and Xiaoai was taken aback for a moment.

"Actually, I know why you want to stay." Nangong Wen said to himself, "If that's the case, then I'll give you a chance."

With a "kuang", Yinxin in Nangong Wen's hand fell to the ground, smashing the metal sword body so that it trembled non-stop.

"Since you hate me, I'll give you a chance. I'll just sit here and let you kill me. I won't resist until you're satisfied." Nangong Wen stared at Xiao Ai with dark eyes. Can't see the slightest mood swing from it.

"Master, you..." Xiao Ai breathed a sigh of relief the moment the sword was struck, and then raised her hand to touch Nangong Wen's forehead. After confirming that Nangong Wen didn't have a fever, she couldn't help frowning, "Master , you relax first, how could Xiao Ai have the heart to hurt you!"

Nangong Wen grabbed Xiao Ai's skinny hand, "Xiao Ai, stop pretending, since you are already in a dream, how could you let me go so easily?" Nangong Wen said coldly, "If you are worried that the pain will If you wake me up, then you don’t have to worry about it, because someone has already tested it for you, even if it’s Ling Chi, I won’t wake up until you cut me into a pile of bones.”

"Young...Master..., what are you talking about!" Maybe she finally noticed the abnormality of Nangong Wen, or maybe she was frightened by his strange remarks, anyway, Xiao Ai was finally scared, and the whole person turned to him. Take half a step back.

Horror mixed with disbelief flashed across her face one by one. She struggled desperately, trying to get her hands out of the man's control, but no matter how hard she tried, those hands were bound like a big iron hoop. In her hands, she couldn't shake it off.

Nangong Wen watched her, Xiao Ai's flustered expression was printed in a pair of dark eyes.

As if aware of something, Nangong asked suddenly let go, spread his hands, and sat down on the bed behind him, "I'll wait for you here, I won't go anywhere until you kill me. "After that, he put his hands behind his head and lay flat on the bed.

She had never seen Nangong Wen look like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and Xiao Ai panicked for a while, standing there for a long time not knowing what to do.

Maybe it was because she gave up struggling, or maybe it was because she really couldn't do anything about Nangong Wen, Xiao Ai sighed lightly, lifted the quilt on Nangong Wen, closed the door, and left on tiptoe.

Nangong Wen closed his eyes and thought a lot.

He didn't know what it would be like to fall asleep in a dream, but he hadn't had a good sleep in bed for a long time. The long-term upside-down day and night and lack of sleep almost dragged down his remaining energy .

It is rare to have such a great opportunity, so he naturally wants to be presumptuous for a while, no matter what, he will just fall into a deeper dream, and it is no different from everything now.

Sure enough, he was dreaming.

It’s just that the dream this time was much more normal, with huge jumps and scene transitions at will, and there were basically no heinous logic or complete and vivid characters in the film.

Nangong Wen realized vaguely that he had finally had the kind of bizarre dream described by others, although the ending of this dream was not very friendly.

In the end, the dream was fixed on the appearance of Xiao Ai dying in front of her.

But no matter what, Nangong Wen was happy to have such a fragmented dream.

Suddenly all the pictures began to distort, and when they were all shattered into pieces, what appeared in front of Nangong Wen was a corpse.

She knelt on the ground, her eyes were wide open, and there was a bit of horror on her incredible face. There was a big blood hole in her chest, but the blood inside had already dried up, and no drop of blood leaked out. She tilted her head and was staring at Nangong asked.

The dream finally returned to the dream.

Nangong Wen lowered his head and glanced at the blood dripping from his hands, his eyes seemed to have understood something through the messy ends of his hair, he couldn't help laughing: "Obviously I gave you a chance to do it before, but now why are you pretending This appearance is scary? Huh? Xiao Ai?"

After hearing this, Xiao Ai, who was already stiff, seemed to move slightly, but didn't seem to.

Nangong Wen stepped forward, and the black mist suddenly rose from Xiao Ai's body, and then pressed down heavily.

The black mist quickly enveloped Nangong Wen's whole body.

He heard the sound of his own bones shattering, as if someone was holding a boulder and sucking vigorously, every blow was deeply embedded in the bone, pounding the flesh of his body into a puddle of mud bit by bit.

Starting from the limbs and following his long torso until there was only one head left, Nangong Wen remained awake.

Bearing all the pain soberly.

Nangong Wen watched helplessly as the black mist engulfed him bit by bit. When he opened his eyes, he found Xiao Ai still kneeling in front of him.

She still looked like she was before she died, her eyes were wide open, she tilted her head and looked at Nangong Wen in puzzlement.

The only difference is that this time Xiao Ai has a fairy sword glowing blue in his chest.

The blood on his chest flowed everywhere, dyeing everything bright red, and also dyed his hands in a color that couldn't be washed off. Only the long sword on his chest was still alluring.

Nangong Wen hesitated for a moment, and pulled out Yinxin.

Immediately, a monstrous black mist gushed out from Xiao Ai's wound.

They wrapped Nangong Wen in it, like a huge black chrysalis, which kept shrinking and shrinking, and finally there was only a puddle of blood left after a "bang".

Sure enough, when Nangong Wen opened his eyes, Xiao Ai was still kneeling in front of him.

He didn't know how many times he woke up and how many times he died. It seemed that the purpose of waking up every time was to be killed.

Nangong Wen never resisted, he felt that he owed Xiao Ai, if this could make Xiao Ai let go of everything and go back to Huangquan Road, it would be fine, after all, apart from people, all this is no different from the previous dream.

Nangong Wen woke up from the dream again.

It's just that this time the dream became more real. When he woke up, he was leaning back on the chair, and there was still a book he hadn't finished reading on the table in front of him.

Nangong Wen moved a bit, and a tingling sensation suddenly rose from his neck, Nangong Wen couldn't help biting his mouth.

A gust of wind seeped in through the half-opened window, slightly taking a few pages of the book in front of Nangong Wen.

It was supposed to be quiet and peaceful, but Nangong Wen raised his head and glanced at the starless sky outside the window, and frowned.

Also at this moment, the desk lamp on the table flickered twice as if short-circuited, and without a breath, it went out instantly, and never woke up again.

Something is approaching.

There was a sound of toothache pressing against the wooden floor behind him.

☆, Broken Soul Arrow

Until the voice stopped completely, Nangong Wen turned around and met Xiao Ai's absent-minded eyes.

Nangong Wen is a very considerate person. In order to make it easier for Xiao Ai to divide himself up, he moved the stool.

The eyes of the dead have no focusing ability at all, and this is also applicable to Xiao Ai now.

Seeing that Xiao Ai was about to step forward immediately, Nangong Wen waved his hand in a rare way, and a golden wall immediately rose in front of Xiao Ai, separating the two of them.

Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment, her eyes slightly stained with perplexity.

"Don't worry, I haven't planned to fight back yet, but I just want to ask you a few questions." Nangong Wen leaned forward, with one hand on one leg, carefully observing Xiao Ai's every move.

"How did you escape the Nangong family's arrest?"

The Nangong family, as a top demon-eliminating family, let an evil spirit escape from under their noses. The most ridiculous thing is that Nangong Wensheng, the head of the family, didn't notice it. He felt his face was dull, so he naturally had to ask.

Xiao Ai still tilted her head, and kept bumping into the golden wall, with a demeanor that she would rather die than surrender.

Nangong asked: "..."

I shouldn't count it as torture!But what's the matter with her sad and angry face.

"OK" Nangong asked pretendingly that there was no dirt on his body, "Since you don't want to answer, let's change the question."

"Since you hate me so much, why did you save me in the first dream?"

After listening to Nangong's question, Xiao Ai froze for a moment, then her whole face gradually twisted, hitting the golden wall even harder, and she was about to die with that wall.

Nangong asked: "..."

What the hell am I asking!

Nangong Wen saw that Xiao Ai had a hard time bumping into the wall, and with a wave of his big hand, he closed the entire wall.

Xiao Ai immediately threw herself on Nangong Wen's body, opened her blood-stained mouth, and was about to bite Nangong Wen's neck.

There was no difference from the previous dreams, Nangong Wen slowly closed his eyes.

"Whoosh..." Nangong Wen suddenly heard a gust of wind, and accompanied by a hoarse scream, Nangong Wen's body suddenly lightened.

The person who was pressing on Nangong Wen's body - disappeared.

Sensing the strangeness, Nangong Wen tried to open his eyes, and saw that Xiao Ai's right shoulder bone was pierced by an arrow, and was firmly nailed to a wooden pillar on one side.

Every time she struggled, a golden current flowed from the arrow to all parts of her body.

As Nangong Wen gradually approached, Xiao Ai's struggle became a little crazy, and she kept screaming.

The arrow did not show weakness, and the electricity released directly formed a golden grid around Xiao Ai's body, enveloping Xiao Ai in it.

Nangong Wen stretched out a slender finger, and touched the golden arrow body.

The arrowhead is made of silver, and rows of runes are densely carved on the small space. The slender sword body is directly connected to a feathered tail.

A thin golden thread is embedded in the corner under the feather, forming three characters, "Broken Soul Arrow"

Nangong Wen's fingertip traced the three characters "Broken Soul Arrow", stroke by stroke, but before he finished writing these three characters, a very thin current flowed along the blade.

Nangong Wen immediately withdrew his hand, it felt like being bitten by something, short and rapid, but occasionally a faint tingling sensation could be felt at the fingertips.

Nangong Wen glanced at his fingers thoughtfully, not understanding why the Broken Soul Arrow appeared here.

Naturally, Nangong Wen knew about the Soul Breaking Arrow, it was a top-level magic weapon in Dong Fei's hands.

Dong Fei's grandfather passed it on to him. I remember that they were only 12 years old at the time, and Nangong Wen and Dong Fei had not known each other for a long time.

At that time, Nangong Wen was still a child who was not welcomed by the Nangong family. Although Dong Fei enjoyed the best resources of the Dong family, a top-level magic weapon was still a bit extravagant for a 12-year-old child.

Because he had been envious for a long time at that time, the memory was naturally deeper.

"Xiao... Q" The hoarse female voice seemed to be scratched by someone, and it floated out of Xiao Ai's mouth in pieces, weak as if it would break at any time.

Nangongwen looked back at Xiao Ai, and found that Xiao Ai's face was covered with tears, and her whole face was wet.

Nangong asked in a daze.

Looking at Xiao Ai, he seemed to understand why she was sad, but he didn't seem to understand at all.

"I should hate you." Xiao Ai lowered her head, her long hair hung down, covering nearly half of her face, and she looked a bit like a female ghost.

Nangong Wen pulled out the Broken Soul Arrow, put it in his hand and began to watch it.

It seemed that all his attention was taken away by the sword in his hand, and he looked quite a bit high-spirited.

Xiao Ai, who lost her support, fell to the wooden floor with a "bang", her whole body was like a deflated ball, slumped on the ground, and she couldn't even get up.

This scene made Nangong Wen inexplicably think of a sentence, which is very appropriate to describe Xiao Ai at this moment - the mud that can't support the wall.

"That person promised to save me," Xiao Ai stated lightly, "And he promised me back then that no matter what I did, he would not interfere, even... Then he became sharp and said word by word: "Kill you"

As a young master who loves his image, Nangong Wen naturally has nothing to say about his maintenance.

What hand cream, what lotion, what do you want, what do you have.

Today Nangong Wen obviously applied too much hand cream, his hand slipped, and the Soul Breaking Arrow landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

"Who is it?" Nangong asked.

In fact, Nangong asked a long time ago, the evil spirit wants to survive in Nangong's house, no one shelters, is it possible?

This Nangong family is no ordinary demon-eliminating family.

only……

It may be that the heart-killing technique had an unexpected effect, Xiao Ai laughed lowly, and then said: "You like him!"

As soon as these words came out, the air in the whole room froze.

Facts have proved that there is more than a little hand cream left on Nangong Wen's hands.

It's just that the soul-breaking arrow fell down again before it could be picked up by Nangong Wen in time.

Nangong Wen coughed twice seriously, put his hands behind his back, and acted like a gentleman.

"Don't just talk nonsense because I don't do anything."

His hands trembled a little.

Xiao Ai shook her head.

Memories and dreams are actually one. Although there are not many, contact with Nangong Wen's memories is inevitable after all.

This child, when he is not doing business all day long, he only thinks about other people.

"Xiaowen, let me ask you, why did you save me in the first dream, why didn't you resist, it was so painful." Xiao Ai sat slumped on the ground, the expression on her face was very sad.

"Ah!" Hearing Xiao Ai's question, Nangong Wen was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to react, "Oh! It's too troublesome to do it!"

The speech that was originally prepared was spun a few times before being swallowed back by Nangong Wen.

So what can I say?To win the victim's understanding?

Xiao Ai didn't refute his words, nor did he answer them, but nodded lightly, and suddenly changed the subject, "That person said, he will save me, untie my knot, and fulfill my last wish. No matter what I do, he won't interfere."

Nangong asked: "..."

He didn't know why the topic was brought back again, and he couldn't keep up with the speed of the topic walking around the streets for a while.

Somewhat confused.

"But he still intervened." Xiao Ai said lightly, "Now, he told me, don't do things that make me regret." Xiao Ai sneered, "What's the use? It's not all in this situation. "

Nangong Wen hesitated for a while, but finally decided to pick up the Soul-Breaking Arrow, although there was still a lot of hand cream left on his hands.

"Xiaowen, do you know? After death, my soul has been hidden under your pillow. I know that you never go to bed, and other people dare not come to your room, so I can escape the arrest."

Nangong Wen held the soul-breaking arrow, crossed Erlang's legs, and sat slumped on the chair.

"When did you hook up with Dong Fei?"

Xiao Ai was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Dong Fei? So his name is Dong Fei?"

Suddenly, she smiled faintly, "Xiaowen, although I don't know who he is, but one thing I know, that person - is much stronger than you, and I just shared a ray of mental power in him." You were noticed by him."

Nangong Wen opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It may be because the action took too long, Xiao Ai sat up a little bit, the soul body seemed to be a little more transparent, and some golden light leaked from the hem