Nightfall

> The sky is as dark as the night, and the wind and rain are like the complaint. During the wind and rain, the black carriage kept flowing water, Ning Que thoughtfully, and then woke up instantly, got on the carriage, picked up the unconscious Sang Sang, stretched out Fingers pinched her thin wrists, felt the pulse, and slowly laid her flat on the bedding, looking at her tight brows, pale face, and his brows could not help but frown. .Shrimp Literature

Confirming that the roof of the sunroof is tightly covered, he walked off the carriage and came to the front of the carriage wall that he broke with a punch. He pulled the sharp edge of the metal sheet with his hands and pulled it back to the original position, roughly restored to the original state, at least don't worry about Raindrops floated in through the hole, wet Sang Sang's face.

The **** umbrella was trembling in the puddle beside the car. He picked up the umbrella and walked to the black horse with his front hooves kneeling in the rain, kneeling on one knee and covering it with the umbrella. Then lowered her body and hugged its strong neck.

The head of the **** horse was heavily boxed by Zimo. The bones were not cracked. The shock was strong, but it made him feel very uncomfortable and gasped in pain. At this time, Ning was hugged in his arms and felt the master ’s The warmth seemed slightly better, and the breathing gradually calmed down.

Ning Que snorted, holding the black horse's neck firmly with one arm to help it stand up from the dirty rain, then stroked it, and slowly walked to the fire lotus temple where the fire was extinguished early, leaving only the burnt black ruins. The rain eaves, let it temporarily avoid the rain, at least to ensure that the temperature of the horse body will not drop too much.

Then he disappeared into the wind and rain.

After a while, Qiu Yu finally rested, and heaven and earth returned to Qingming before dusk.

Ning Que's figure appeared in front of the Red Lotus Temple, holding ten dark branches of iron arrows tightly in his right hand. The front end of the iron arrows was obviously deformed. At this time, rain was dripping continuously.

Yuan Thirteen Arrows is his powerful, most reliable and precious weapon. No matter when and where he is, he can't tolerate separation. Previously, he searched around Qingling.

Looking at the obviously deformed iron arrow, he knew if it had not been carefully repaired. There should be no way to use these arrows anymore. Thinking of shooting all the iron arrows in the box before, there was no way to kill the Longqing prince on the spot. His eyes showed a strong vigilance. 【Shrimp Literature

Although today's battle came to an end, the Longqing prince was still defeated. But Ning Que is not clear that this victory has nothing to do with himself. The guy who is destined to live with only one person in the world is indeed powerful and indescribable. If it was not the last piece of consciousness left by Master Liansheng Function, then now I am afraid that I have already died, and I have no chance of vigilance.

Finding a few pieces of meat from the burnt temple in Jiaozhe that had knocked the ground, Ning Que walked to the **** horse, and persuaded him to chew a piece of it in a gentle voice. Then covered it with a blanket.

Opening the car door, he walked in and threw a heavy iron arrow into the corner of the car, and suddenly felt that something was stuffed in his teeth, which was very uncomfortable. He frowned and reached out and found out that it was a piece of meat. The shredded meat looked fresh. But with the tenacity that cooked meat does not have.

This is raw meat.

This is raw human flesh.

This is the meat on Longqing's neck.

Ning Que had taken a bite on Long Qing's neck before, sucking a lot of blood, and in a trance of consciousness, he naturally gnawed some meat and stuffed it in his teeth.

Looking at the reddish shreds of meat between his fingers, Ning Que frowned, uncontrollably producing a nausea and impulsive urge. This was, after all, human flesh, and Long Qing's meat he hated most.

This disgusting. Mostly because of human instincts, there is still a large part, but it is rather lack of consciousness to destroy himself, because he does not want these things in his stomach.

However, at this moment, he saw Sang Sang shrunk in the bedding like a child, a little silent, with a strong willpower to suppress the vomiting, but his face became pale.

Ning Que walked to Sang Sang and sat down, compacted the bedding for her, then took out a knife. Cut a blood on his wrist and put it on Sang Sang's lips.

Whether it was a knife that cut the wrist deeply, the pain that nearly cut the muscles or bones, or the terrible sense of withdrawal caused by the unconscious Sang Sang starting to **** blood, he did not make the expression on his face change a little. Sitting in silence like that, looking at Sang Sang calmly and even lovingly.

Sang Sang was extremely weak and was poisoned by poison. There was no strong sucking force in the coma. In a short time, the wound on Ningque ’s wrist gradually coagulated. He raised his arm without hesitation and picked up the knife again. Cut it deeply and put it on her lips again.

He had previously sucked Longqing ’s blood, and part of the strongest power of Tongtian Pill contained in Longqing ’s flesh also entered his body. He calculated clearly that during the time of picking arrows, the power of Tongtian Pill should be I just entered my blood from the stomach, but it has not been completely absorbed by myself.

In other words, only at this time will his blood have a saving effect.

Confirming that Sang Sang had sucked enough blood, Ning Que removed his wrist, walked down the carriage, and walked towards the **** horse under the eaves of the residual temple. The last few drops of rain fell on his pale face, as if to wash Transparent.

Walking to the **** horse, he took out one of the most precious yellow essences prepared by Brother Eleven, and then watched it brutally rub on his wrist violently, and put it in front of the **** horse.

That yellow essence already contains a very full of medicine. Except for the old yellow cattle, big white geese, and **** horses in the back hill of the college, no one can swallow it directly, even if it is after the devil. No, at this time, mixed with his blood with the smell of Tongtian pills, the taste of Huang Jing became more pungent.

The dark horse raised his head wearily, looked at Ning Que, and sniffed his nose, smelling the **** smell on Huang Jing, thinking who would like to eat such a **** thing, which is not in line with the taste of his college.

It turned away in disgust.

Ning Que raised her hand subconsciously, as before, wanting to beat it up, and then looked at it with a pitiful but strong mental pride, but with a soft heart.

"Hurry up and eat, good for your health."

He coaxed softly.

The big dark horse looked at him suspiciously, wondering why this man is different today.

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The **** horse ate yellow blood stained with blood, and Sang Sang sucked the blood from half of his abdomen, all digesting the medicine inside.

Taking advantage of this time, Ning Que made a simple repair of the wheels of the carriage, and then looked at the wall of the carriage made of steel. Silently, he did not know how he could penetrate the wall with a punch. Even the true powerhouse of Mozong is extremely difficult to achieve this.

In the end, he can only boil down to this, it was an outbreak when the practitioner first entered the realm of knowledge.

The holes in the car wall can be remedied reluctantly, but the magical engraver engraved on the car wall by master Yan Se cannot be repaired simply because of the broken lines.

Sang Sang and Black Horse's injuries are gradually getting worse, but they can't get better right away. They still need local treatment. The current situation is that the car needs to be repaired, and people also need to repair it.

The twilight is approaching, and the sky in Qingling after the rain is dim, but there is a fresh scent of life, that is the taste of the juice of the broken grass stubble, maybe the smell of mottled blood stains in the grass The wheels are crushing the soft soil after the rain, and it seems to be submerged in the small half of the wheels, without the power of the car wall. The carriage made of steel is heavy and unimaginable.

It takes at least eight of the strongest horses to drag the carriage. It used to be possible when the **** horse was completely healthy, but now it has been injured. Where is this strength?

Ning Que held the reins in her right hand, and pulled the black carriage with her left hand, heading towards the bottom of the meadow.

Behind the reins is the tired **** horse.

Sang Sang was lying in the black carriage.

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(Well, less, please forgive me. What I can say is that I was going to Chengdu tomorrow, but in order to write more, I will not go, and Xi'an will not go. I will go home on the 12th , And then get home, let everyone be happy, I hope you do not feel down like me today, I wish you all a happy, can lead a horse trailer.) (Your support is my biggest motivation.)