Marquis of Grand Xia

At night, Jiaoyue Gaozhao, Xiaoyue Changan guest room, Ning Chen stood in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, the eyes as deep as the abyss, with no light at all.

Gradually, the destiny of Lingtai was glorious, the soul was lingering, and the spiritual consciousness was directly above the starry sky.

The vast expanse of stars, the magic waves rolling, the black phantom out of flesh, Ling Lixing in the sky, looking for the trace of the fairy chair.

The star field is vast, and the endless fog occupies half of the star field. It can't be seen clearly. Only the vitality stars are so dazzling in the starry sky.

After searching for a long time, without seeing the trail of the fairy chair, the demon qi gathers together, and the soul is ready to return.

"magic"

At this moment, in the starry sky, a majestic voice rang, and at the next moment, the colorful brilliance scrolled, and a large hand appeared, holding his fate.

The variable appeared, the magic energy turned, condensed into a black phantom, and pointed to the condensed sword, shaking the big hand falling towards the starry sky.

Suddenly trembling, Xiaguang and magic energy swayed, and in the shocking aftermath, the cover-up hand fell again.

Knowing his life and retreating, the whole body's magical energy converged into a black divine front, a sword Linghua, and fell out.

A moment later, the giant palm and sword light merged, the starry sky rumbling, the aftermath struck, the destiny turned into dozens of feet, and the magic energy shook violently.

On the other side, Qi Tian's little finger was cut off by Qi Gen, and the air was overflowing.

"Oh?"

A sigh of admiration sounded, the colorful glow rose, the giant palm resumed like this again, and with endless pressure, the momentum was better than the previous score.

The Zhiming squint squinted, pointing with his left hand, Mo Tao rolled, slowly swept across the sword body, and immediately Hong Tao swept under the whole body, shocking the world, and reaching the peak.

In the double clashes again, on the star of life below, a sound of silk strings came, the sound wave rumbled, and hit the big hand that fell from the sky.

Ning Chen had a glimpse of the moment, stepped on it, the magic energy gathered back, and the consciousness returned.

Jinxi City, Xiaoyue Chang'an Room, the light flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, stepping on the fairyland, and it was far beyond the cognitive stepping on the fairyland.

"Dangdang"

Outside the room, a knock on the door sounded, and after a few clicks, the door opened with a creak, and the sound stood pitifully in front of the door, saying, "I can't sleep"

Ning Chen looked at the little girl, frowning slightly. Hasn't this girl always been sleeping well? I could n’t wake up before.

After thinking for a moment, Ning Chen thought of the reason and said, "Come first."

Yin'er heard the words, stepped into the room, closed the door, consciously poured a cup of tea, handed the former, and said softly, "How come you haven't slept yet?"

"not sleepy"

Ning Chen took the tea and calmly said, "Sleep here, I will be standing by you and will not leave."

Yin'er nodded vigorously, crawled to the bed next to her, closed her eyes, and her small face was exhausted.

Ning Chen stepped forward and pulled the quilt for the little girl, patting it gently, so that the little girl could sleep peacefully.

He understood that Yin'er couldn't sleep because he had abandoned her once. In this strange place, she was the only one he knew. If he left again, the little girl would be truly unaccompanied.

In a deep sleep, Yin'er grasped the corners of the people around him subconsciously, and the tension on her small face only eased.

Wrong, wrong, Ning Chen was silent, knowing that he was going the wrong way, but, knowing that it was wrong, he could no longer turn his head.

In the "Ming" room, the man behind the bead curtain sorted out the flowers and plants in the room, and the corner of his mouth showed a touch of arc. The strange demon made him interested.

Obviously a demon, humanity has been lost, but he can still rely on memory to judge what should be done. He is curious how long this fragile, emotionless reason can last.

A word of love, seeing too lightly, hurting people, seeing too much, and hurting yourself, can make a person who still has three points of reason remaining in the devil into the devil. It can be seen how painful this person has experienced.

Outside the guest room of the "landlord" in plain words, the shopkeeper respectfully saluted.

"How profitable this month? Can you achieve the goal I set for you" The man said after the bead curtain.

"The profit is 4,920, but the pot of top daughter red sent by the landlord today is worth two thousand and two silvers. There are only three days left in this month, and I will earn another one hundred and two hundred. Hard to say.

"I have set my goal and I can't change it. You can figure it out for yourself," the man said calmly.

"Landlord, this is really impossible to do" the shopkeeper is embarrassed.

"Should this be something I should worry about? No matter what method you use, as long as the final result, if the final goal is not achieved, the poor money will be deducted from your salary" the man said lightly.

"Uh"

The shopkeeper's tone was stagnant and he said helplessly, "The landlord is really kind and compassionate to his subordinates."

"Retreat"

The man didn't care, calmly said.

The shopkeeper respected again and turned back.

Xiaoyue outside Chang'an, the night gradually lighted up, and the room of Tianzi, Ning Chen sat by the bed all night, guarding the sleeping little girl, quietly thinking about some things.

At dawn, Yin'er woke up, her eyes wide open, and she saw a figure sitting by the bed, and smiled sweetly.

"Get up and freshen up and eat something later" Ning Chen got up and said.

"Ok"

Yin'er sat up, rubbed her big eyes, walked out of bed, and began to prepare herself.

The little girl's dressing was always troublesome, and Ning Chen knew nothing about it and couldn't help, so she stood silently and looked aside.

Half an hour later, the two went downstairs. Yin'er pulled the sleeve of the former, and his eyes looked at the restaurant curiously.

In the early morning of Xiaoyue, Chang'an, there were few guests. On the high platform, only the women of Mengsha were playing the piano, and the sound of the melodious piano echoed in the hall.

Yin'er ordered a table of food and ate it happily.

Ning Chen still sat quietly, drinking tea while waiting.

"you eat"

Yin'er added a small bite of green vegetables and handed it to the former, whispering.

"I'm not hungry, you eat it"

Ning Chen calmly responded and said.

"Oh"

Yin'er put the vegetables in his mouth, smiled slyly, and immediately buried himself in his mouth to continue eating.

"Red Luan, go toast the two guests. Today, let's choose Wuxin's dream."

In the guest room with clear words, the voice of the man came out and said.

"Yes"

On the high platform, the Mengsha woman who was stroking the piano stopped, responded, and immediately got up and took a jug of wine on the side wine rack and walked towards the two.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper's face froze with a smile on his face, and his heart was like a thousand knives cutting, no dreams, three thousand and two silvers. You can't keep your salary.

"Young Master, the slave family respects you a cup"

Red Luan pours a glass of wine, before reaching the young man in black in front of his eyes, whispered.

Ning Chen took the wine, drank it, and placed the glass on the table.

"Little sister, sister toast you a cup"

The red luan pours another cup and reaches to the little girl who is buried in the meal, tenderly.

Yin'er raised his head and grinned, and as soon as his small hand extended, he was beaten.

"She's still young and can't drink alcohol, this one, I'll drink it for her"

Ning Chen took the wine glass, said a word, and immediately drank again.

On the second floor, in the plain room, the man's mouth showed a plain smile, and he didn't say much.

In the lobby on the first floor, the red luan toasted the people, so that the few guests in the hall looked frequently. Over the years, the red luan girl has never toasted people, even the relatives of the emperor, the young man in black What is your identity?

Ning Chen doesn't care about others' eyes, and Yin'er's heart is not so big.

Aside, the red luan subconsciously moved a half-step towards the little girl before he could feel it. After really approaching the young man in black, he could find the cold chill in the latter's body, which made him cold.

"Sister, I'll do it for the sake of drinking, you go back," Yin'er smiled when she saw the former's unnatural appearance.

A little embarrassment appeared in the red luan eyes, although he didn't want to stay here, but he didn't dare to violate the order of the landlord.

"come back"

At this moment, the voice of the man on the second floor came out and said.

"Yes"

The red luan respectfully saluted and stepped away.

"This sister must be very nice"

Looking at the exquisite back of the former, Yin'er envied.

"It looks good without you," Ning Chen said calmly.

Yin'er heard her words, her eyebrows were curved, and she said happily, "I really can talk"

On the second floor, in an elegant room, the red luan sat in front of the border, took off the veil, and looked into it. On the fair-skinned jade skin, an inch-long sword scar was shocking, ruining the perfect face , It even looks scary.

"Red Luan, is appearance really that important?" A dull voice came and asked.

"Women's face is more important than life," Hongluan said sadly.

"Unfortunately, I was a little late", there was a trace of regret in the plain voice, said.

"The landlord's life-saving grace, the red luan has nothing to do, as for the appearance"

A touch of sadness flashed through the red luan, saying, "This may be the life of the red luan"

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A voice from the side room turned around and said, "The scar on your face can't heal because the pure sword on the wound is difficult to disperse. I don't dare to force it, otherwise it may cause your injury. It continues to deteriorate, but if there is a stronger swordsman, you are willing to cut off the residual sword intention on the wound, and I am sure to restore your appearance. "

The red luan heard his words, and his eyes shivered. However, after a while, the glory in his eyes dimmed again. He said, "With the power of the landlord, there is no power, who in the world can do so"

"Perhaps, the young man in black who you just toasted can do it"

On the second floor, in the guest room with clear characters, the man who was pruning flowers and plants spoke again, saying, "On Wu, I am not afraid of anyone, but on swords, I am not as good as him"

Speaking of which, the man looked downstairs and said lightly, "Just, want him to help you, this possibility is really slim"

Demon, after all, is merciless. The present reason is just a reflection of memory. This mirror image may be discarded at any time. All the world ’s beings have long-cherished wishes, begging for God and begging for Buddha.