Chapter 132 Xuanqing
Whoever cares about the mess in Shenyuan Cave? Are there so many players there!
Anyway, she has neither the enlightenment of being a savior nor the ambition to conquer the world.
She has meat to eat every day, burrows into warm beds, and farming is the ideal life she most yearns for.
Having said that, except for the two stupid guys who robbed her, no other players saw each other, maybe they fell near the protagonist.
As an ordinary person who is scattered, Jane Ning is not interested in what the protagonist is doing. A mediocre person like her naturally has a flaw with the ambitious protagonist.
If your thinking is not on the same level, you are not from the same world.
After eating and drinking enough, Jianning handed over antibiotics and antipyretics to Aunt Luo, and explained in detail the dosage, so he found a room to sleep in Siheyuan.
At night, everything is silent.
Even the sing of insects disappeared.
The black clouds gradually swallowed the moonlight, the night became deeper and darker, and a little blue candlelight fluttered and lit up in the darkness.
The weeds in the courtyard are Kaikai, and the trees are covered with shadows.
A pair of barefoots like jade bones floated lightly on the bluestone slabs, drifting on the winding path, and the floating clothes were blown by the cool breeze in the middle of the night, leaving behind a shadow of emptiness and reality.
In this silent night, there is a mysterious and silence.
In the room where Jian Ning is located, the windows make a subtle sound.
Suddenly, a figure came into view. Jian Ning sat up slowly, holding his weapon tightly in his hands in the quilt.
The figure stood in front of the window and did not move. Jian Ning stood up straight and sat on the bed without moving.
The eyes adapted to the darkness, and the blue light floating beside the man became even more intense, and the sudden intrusion was clearly visible.
God is the benefactor of all things.
His eyebrows and eyes were like flowing water, his skin was shining with a cold white luster, his pupils were extremely light, like clear amber, and his bright red lips were as hot as fire, creating a contradictory ultimate beauty.
He stood there as if he was floating like a fairy, with a light fur and a slow belt, without shoes and clogs.
He is lonely and cold, with long black ink hair like a waterfall, flowing like water like the moon.
He is cold and indifferent, extraordinary and lofty.
What an immortal who drinks the essence of the sun and the moon and the jade dew in the morning.
The look he looked at was indifferent and without any emotion, and it made people fall into the abyss at just one glance.
But that was someone else. Jian Ning held his vigilant expression and showed a silly smile, with curiosity flashing: "Are you a god from heaven?"
Others looked like falling into the abyss at a glance. Jian Ning could see at a glance that the clothes he was wearing were exactly the same as the style carved on the statue. The dark patterns on the cuffs were exactly the same, but the color was not so flashing, close to the milky white light gold.
A piece of the light gold clothing was missing, and Jian Ning's eyes passed through his ankle without any trace. He remembered a piece of the vacant statue at a certain position and realized it instantly.
He is him.
The statue is alive!
So did he know that a piece of his clothes had been cut off?
No, why should I care about this? He is alive, how can I move back home with the Golden Body...
Grasping the secret, his expression immediately looked like a bankrupt rich man, with a visible disheartening of the naked eye, Jian Ning's heart attack, this deal was really a big loss. He originally planned to dig up gold before leaving, but now it's ruined!
With his sleeves wide, the room suddenly became bright like daylight. The shadow of the lamp flowed over the light gold, reflecting the mysterious and mysterious light and shadow.
It further highlights his transcendence and detachment.
Jian Ning was so stunning that Aunt Luo and the others whispered to the old man, which made the gods described in people's minds be like a trash old man in white clothes and white beards holding whisks.
This gap...!
He walked towards her slowly, stopped two steps away, and looked down at her from a high place.
"You are very much for my wish," he said.
Jian Ning:...Haha~ I'm disturbing,
You are not to my liking.
When he thought of something, Jane Ning suddenly became evil from the side of his courage.
She stood up and pointed out the window: "Look at what's behind?"
God turns head,
Jian Ning acts as a hero to die
——Give God a stick.
He turned his head slowly, his expression was light, but his amber eyes were filled with a hint of interest.
Hum? The indestructible body of the Vajra? Jian Ning stared at the broken iron stick, lightning activated the emergency mechanism, put his hands together, clasped his fists and bowed to compliment: "The master's magical power is vast and will last forever."
Pretending to be stupid and making jokes is the only way out, he can think that I am not in a good mind.
Just now, Jian Ning suddenly became happy and appeared in his heart. Does that mean that the task of the dead plate has turned around? First explore the bottom line and then make plans. Only by knowing where the bottom line is, can we formulate a strategy and start.
After all, time is tight, and there are only four days left. I can't handle it once. Next time I will still circulate around this dungeon. Jian Ningda didn't like this dungeon in his heart because there was no mineral source, and the mine source had been dug by time travelers.
"You are very brave." He curled his lips lazily, with a very playful look.
"Ah, it turns out it's not a dream!" Jian Ning said in a sweet tone: "I think I'm dreaming when I see the clear and unrealistic immortal."
It's a nuisance of dreams, it's time to suffer!
"How old are you?" he asked.
Jane Ning answered quickly: "Thirteen years old." I am still a child.
"Thirteen?" He leaned closer and looked at him. His neck was slender and his lines were beautiful: "Have you disguised?"
Jian Ning nodded with a ignorant expression.
"Xuanqing." He said.
Jian Ning was confused: "?"
"My name, Xuanqing." His voice was extremely beautiful, like a spring water hitting a jade, clear and melodious, with a melodious aftertaste, and a magical power of soul-catching: "I allow you to call my name."
"!" Whoever wants to call your name, who wants you to allow it! It's inexplicable.
"You?" His chin raised lightly.
"?" Jian Ning looked confused, and was really confused at this moment.
Why do you feel like this god is a little nagging? He ran to the woman's boudoir in the middle of the night and just chatted?
Xuanqing did not allow her to remain silent: "Your name."
Jian Ning slapped her eyelashes: "Little Flower."
"Love!" he chuckled.
Jian Ning tentatively said: "Xiao Ming?"
"Love people!"
"Xiao Hui?"
"Love people!"
"Xiao Fang?"
"Love people!"
Jian Ning gave up and was willing to give in: "Xiao Ning."
"It sounds nice," he smiled, as if the snow lotus bloomed on the top of the mountain.
I can't get his point, why are you laughing? Is it the name Xiaoning that pleases him, or is it this unnutritious conversation?
"Where did you come from?" He persisted in chatting.
Jian Ning yawned and said perfunctorily: "The distant horizon."
Xuan Qing's cold and white face seemed to be confused: "Where is the distant horizon? The heaven or the human world? Well, you don't have magic power, you come from the human world in another world."
Yes, I will ask and answer my own questions.
I've confirmed that this is definitely a chatterbox. Brother, if you don't sleep in the middle of the night, I'll go to bed! Can we chat during the day?
The extraordinary god seemed to be full of novelty in Jane Ning's world. Jane Ning endured her sleepiness to deal with the chatterbox god. She said what she could say, and she could not say what she could do.
The talkative voice is full of relish.
Just like,
A widower who has been empty for thousands of years is unbearable.
Chapter completed!