The Sword Dynasty

The morning light is bright again.

A familiar atmosphere appeared in Ding Ning's perception. He did not understand it. It should be Wen Houling. Why is it now that the night is cold?

The door was pushed open.

He felt his eyes fall on his body.

He looked at the gaze, only to see that the night is still wearing a white dress, but somehow, the white dress today seems to be a lot brighter.

The night is cold and he is not the first time to meet, but looking at his eyes today, it seems that there are too many differences in peacetime.

"Wen Houling is dead."

The night watched cold and he said softly and softly, but unlike the way he would soon leave, he took the door and sat down at his opposite table and watched his reaction.

Ding Ning slightly stunned.

This is indeed something he did not think of.

He is very familiar with Wen Houling, so he knows that there are not many people in Changling who can kill him.

The night looked cold and looked at his brows, looking at his incomprehensible but quiet look. This face is too far for her to be compared with someone in her impression, but somehow her heart is beating. More and more powerful, "It’s the hand that breaks out at night."

"Night can kill him?" Ding Ning's face was dignified, but thought of Chen Jianshou, suddenly could not help but laughed and laughed: "Changling Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, it seems that many people on weekdays are too good at cover up. Some people are really It’s a lot better than I thought.”

"When Liang Lian was killed by the nine dead silkworms, Changling everyone knows that you are here. So you are now in the eyes of Changling, you can't be related to the nine dead silkworms. Now including the princes of Changling, they are only in Guess, he had already received an apprentice, and the apprentice’s age is not too small, otherwise it is impossible to grasp the sword of the front line.” Night policy is cold and looking at Ding Ning, “But I know who you are. So, who are you?"

I know who you are, who are you?

This sounds very contradictory two sentences, but Ding Ning's calm face is no longer calm.

Because of the cold drops on the cheeks, a drop of crystal water drops.

It is not a product of any condensation, but a crystal teardrop.

The most powerful force in this world is always the most ardent emotion between people.

Ding Ning's heart was hit by this most powerful force. He silenced and lowered his head.

"Do you make sense?"

He had been silent for a long time, and he did not answer the question of the cold night, but only answered such a sentence.

Night Chill looked at him and smiled. The smile was a bit bleak. "You know why I must be in Changling. You know how much I don't want to do in order to stay in Changling. You think I am asking this now. Does that make sense?"

Ding Ning said: "You know that he is dead."

"I thought so.

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The night cold is also low, like a little cold in the winter, need a warm child: "I just want to see if he has left a descendant, and what the descendants want to do until I see you."

"You are too young, I know that Shen Xuan can't be wrong at least when you look at bone age. You were born three years after his death. Your current reality is only five, then how do you know so many things, how do you know so many people?" How can there be a sword in the sky?"

The night policy was still not looking up, but her tone was even more urgent. "No one knows more about the swordsmanship of the first line than I do. I don't believe that no one except his pro-pass will be able to comprehend this sword."

"The body is gray, nothing left, what is the way to get back to life?" Ding Ning also laughed, and the smile was a bit bleak: "Do you believe in the return of life?"

At night, he raised his head and looked at him. He said seriously: "I hope that there will be such a thing as a return to life."

"It still doesn't make sense."

Ding Ning’s face was chilly and slowly said: “I will not be the one you are familiar with even if it is alive and returning.”

The night cold suddenly laughed.

The sorrow in her eyes is gone, laughing like a real child.

"Some things will change, some people will not change."

She looked at Ding Ning and said slowly: "It doesn't make sense to argue about it. When I come here, there is something important to tell you that the prisoners are all there."

Ding Ning seemed to be nervous as if he had some premonitions. He asked: "Who is this?"

Night policy looked at him coldly and said: "Fish market, business lady."

Ding Ning painfully coughed up.

This is the last thing he wants to hear, but it is just like his hunch.

"It seems that you really don't want her to participate in such a thing."

The night sneer was even brighter, and even a little flirtatious feeling: "But this is always her own choice, just like I stayed in Changling, but it is always my own choice, nothing to do with you."

Ding Ning lived.

"Since many years ago, Zheng Sleeve has not suffered any losses since entering Changling. But these days, he suffered too much loss. Now the gentle bell is dead... she will eventually do something else."

Night policy looked at Ding Ning, and then said: "The nightingale, the most unwilling to leave Changling, is willing to leave Changling. Like me, I have been tired of Changling, so if it is really worried about our safety, If you want to save the forest and boil the wine, you should not hesitate any more."

Ding Ning slowly nodded and said: "It is tomorrow."

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The night came out of the hospital and went out waiting for her carriage.

The carriage began to walk, she did not put down the curtain, watching the walls and roof tiles along the way.

The rising sun is rising, light and gold

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) The color of the sun shines on the gray wall and black tiles, reflecting a solemn luster.

Her eyes turned to the farther side, looking at the turrets that stood like giants, and the corners of their mouths gradually came out with a self-deprecating smile: "These layouts of the past have become a means of limiting themselves today..."

After a while, looking at these, she finally sighed. "Changling is really majestic. Anyway, the people who built such a geological city in the past are really amazing."

When those people became famous, she was still a young girl.

When she opened her heart, those people were dead.

She always felt that she was slower than half a beat.

Now things are human, but not late.

Her hand patted the window of the carriage, and the carriage slowly walked through the street, eventually leading to a very old bridge.

This is that Changling rarely has a carriage, but it is only used for the convenience of some shops around the old bridge. The bridge under the bridge has been broken. On one side of the pier, a rare pomegranate tree grows. This pomegranate tree is very old.

There is a sesame oil shop on one side of the bridge. Next to the sesame oil shop is a shop that makes tofu. In the middle of a narrow alley in the two shops, there is a fortune teller sitting on a bamboo chair.

The fortune-telling scorpion is not too old, only looks like a 30-year-old, and looks very white. It is like a scholar, without the breath of God, so there seems to be no business.

She went straight to the fortune teller, and walked from behind him to his back, saying: "Where is your stringless piano?"

The fortune teller did not respond.

She retired and retreated to the fortune teller, then looked at his eyes and smiled. "You really are fake scorpions, really scorpions."

The fortune teller looked at her and her body suddenly trembled.

"Don't have a special reaction."

The night policy took a deep breath and quickly repeated it. "Where is your stringless piano?"

"Follow me."

The fortune-telling scorpion did not hesitate, and stood up and walked inside the alley.

Inside the alley, there is a small brothel.

I walked into the yard and walked into the only bedroom.

The body of this fortune-telling scorpion finally got to know the general and trembled fiercely.

There was light in his eyes, and he looked at the cold lips of the night, earnestly feeling a sense of perversion.

"Nine dead silkworms."

The night policy was very simple and spit out three words, and then said: "I need you to tell Lin to brew wine, to save him tomorrow. I still need you to try to get a person into the big floating prison."

(Today brewing the plot, writing slowly, one more tomorrow, tomorrow three more)

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