When Lang Wu came, he saw the girl lying on the bed, covering her eyes and unable to see clearly.

However, this person was short and his thin body was tortured even thinner by the illness. He was huddled under the quilt, and there was almost no one lying inside outside.

If it weren't for seeing the head of the person, Lang Wu might have thought that the man would run away as soon as he woke up.

The sunlight in early spring is not burning. It sprinkles in through a small hollow window and casts onto a new bedding, which is quite relaxing. However, under the sunlight, Ningxia's uncovered skin is as white as the dead.

This was probably the whitest moment in her life, and of course the paleness in this disease is not commendable at all.

Lang Wu paused, slowed down a little, and walked slowly to the edge of the couch and sat down carefully.

I don’t know if it was because he was too quiet or Ningxia didn’t want to pay attention, so the girl covered her eyes with her hands and didn’t respond, as if she didn’t notice such a big living person entering her room.

Lang Wu didn't care and sat quietly beside him, waiting for the other party to calm down.

Although I don’t know why, Lang Wu and others also guessed that this fellow Taoist Ning had a heart disease, which was very, very heavy and difficult to get rid of for a while. And it was definitely inseparable from the matter that night.

Since that night, he has seen Ningxia feel wrong, and he has no sense of relief at all. Instead, he seems to have lost something very important.

No... Langwu shook his head, it would be better to say that he had lost an important person.

At that time, the "chonghuan" in Ningxia's mouth made her feel very happy, and the feelings contained in her tone were more like people who were very close to each other.

But... Ningxia finally said that Chonghuan was her sword.

Is the sword that strange sword? A bright light flashed in Langwu's eyes.

He remembered that he had seen this sword before, which was in Ningxia's hand. At that time, he touched it, but when he started, he felt something was wrong and a little weird. Later, he was attracted by Ningxia's identity and left it behind.

That night, the sword quietly penetrated Wan Ziming into the opposite direction, and made a very quick move. They didn't see clearly anyway. They only knew that when they reacted, the sword had been stably nailed to the chest of Qianfang Sanren.

What's even more strange is that after being stabbed through the heart by a sword, Qianmeng Sanren did not die immediately.

That's the heart. Even if the Thousand Faces Sanren is a monk or a Jindan monk, his physical strength is far beyond that of an mortal, he cannot break through the limits of the human body, and he is not as good as the True Lord of the Nascent Soul to cultivate the soul to transcend the mortal body.

After the infant is formed, the monk will cultivate the primordial spirit. The primordial spirit is tough and can exist independently from the body. It will often live in the body of the Nascent Soul to complement it, which will be the second life of the cultivator. Even if the body is damaged, there will still be a glimmer of life.

Before the Nascent Soul, the power of the soul can only become a soul. The structure of the soul is closer to the initial form of the human soul, and is relatively loose, and it needs to rely on the body to continue to exist.

That is, the Nascent Soul will be bound by the body below the Nascent Soul, and the dead soul will dissipate accordingly.

Of course, if the person's soul is more talented and can last for a while and then invade another body, it would be a different matter, as the saying goes, "Taking a body or possessing a soul".

Therefore, even a Jindan monk can't escape death if his body collapses. The heart is the most important organ in the human body. If the heart is damaged, it is difficult for the immortal to save him.

With one sword pierced through the heart, the other party not only did not die immediately, but could still move for so long for half a step. Later, he could even retaliately release the unknown black smoke.

The whole thing is really weird everywhere. It’s okay to say that there is no problem with it, probably no one will believe it.

And Ningxia, the owner of this sword, probably knows something.

Why did she shout at a sword so sadly? Langwu saw that she was about to cry. He felt that all this had nothing to do with this sword.

So on the night when he came back, Lang Wu and Chief Qu reported the whole story, and all the rumors were poured out, including those suspicious points on Ningxia.

The situation is sensitive now, and he can no longer think about it. They made mistakes in the Greedy Wolf Mat, so they naturally had to compensate others, but Ningxia had to find out the problems.

At that time, he even wanted to send the sword to Zun Geum, so that he could check it out with great pleasure.

However, Ning Xia, who was unconscious, held the sword tightly and couldn't even break it. There was no scabbard on the sword. If he forced it out, he might have a new hole in her body. Moreover, Lang San really didn't have the nerve to attack a little girl.

I really don’t know how this fellow Daoist Ning fell asleep while tying the tip of the knife, so he was not afraid of scratching his face or new wounds. Not to mention, he observed carefully afterwards. Such a sharp blade was pressed so tightly, but it didn’t hurt a single point. It was really strange.

Langwu is not a cruel person. He gave up after failing to do it again and again. Thinking that when someone wakes up, he will take him with him and his sword.

Afterwards, he told Zun Qu, but the other party didn't care at all. He listened quietly to the whole process and was silent for no reason.

It took a long time to say that he already knew, and then told Lang Wu not to investigate anymore, as if there was no need to pursue him. After instructing the other party to comfort Ningxia, he sent the person down.

After that, she did not mention this matter and prepared a sword contest wholeheartedly. Then Ning Xiaoxia became a little yellow cabbage who was forgotten in the corner. Except for Lang Wu who was at the back and Lang San who was very hardworking, few people probably remembered that she was still sick in the Greedy Wolf Mace Door.

When he heard the news that Ningxia had woken up, Lang Wu, who was just in time, rushed over and was then left to this point.

Looking at Ningxia's listless look, Lang San didn't feel very happy. After all, the child who had met before and was quite energetic has now become like this.

She had promised to help Tanlang Mace with a series of things that happened after she agreed to help Tanlang Mace with her inner support, but she really didn't encounter any good things. She was half imprisoned in Tanlang Mace afterwards, and then was kidnapped because of the thief inside Tanlang Mace. After she came back, she fell seriously ill... Well, there was really nothing good.

The things they compensated probably couldn't comfort others.

When we met again, Lang Wu didn't know that he should have a very unlucky fellow Daoist Ning for a moment. He had to sit aside awkwardly.

I don't know how long it took, but the arm covering my eyes moved away, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. The owner of the voice looked at him tiredly.

He whispered, "You're awake."

Seeing Ningxia struggling to sit up, he stepped forward and took a hand, and then sat back after seeing the person sitting firmly.

Looking at the girl's listless side face, she sighed.

What a mess?!
Chapter completed!