Chapter three hundred and ninety-ninth oath to inspire life
Thinking of this, countless fingering techniques surged into Dongfang's mind.
Even the Yuanrong Golden Finger with the top ten martial arts were instantly combined.
The next moment, Dongfang's finger was like a bolt of lightning, directly hitting Nie Feng's acupoint.
"Plop!"
Nie Feng's body trembled, and he fell directly to the ground and lost consciousness.
"This Qilin's crazy blood is really..."
Dongfang didn't know how to describe it. He raised his hand and threw Nie Feng onto the bed. He then tidied up the room and sat on the bench again, watching Nie Feng in silence.
time flies.
The sky gradually darkened, and the bright moon quietly climbed up the branches.
Nie Feng felt as if he was in a valley of flowers, surrounded by the endless fragrance of flowers.
The figure of the East naturally appeared in my mind.
"Whoosh!"
Nie Feng suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
Looking at the thin quilt covering him and smelling the fragrance, Nie Feng was slightly sluggish, his mind was in chaos, but he couldn't remember what happened.
I just remember that Dongfang asked him to enter the house, and then he walked into the house and sat next to Dongfang.
What happened after that has no memory at all.
Thinking of this, Nie Feng turned his head and saw Dongfang sitting on the bench, holding his knees with his hands and looking straight at the moonlight outside the window.
The moonlight shines down, illuminating Dongfang's white and tender skin with fluorescence, like a fairy, blooming with a clear brilliance.
"Oriental girl...what am I?"
Nie Feng asked, his heart beating wildly.
He actually fell asleep in Dongfang's boudoir, still covered with Dongfang's thin quilt.
Especially since it was already late at night and the surroundings were silent.
A man and a woman were alone in the same room. No matter how upright and kind Nie Feng was, there was still a hint of charm in his heart.
Especially at this moment, the big bed is still in a mess.
There was even a torn blue dress.
"Hmph! What do you think?"
Dongfang snorted coldly, glared at Nie Feng, and said angrily: "Who knows why you are so crazy? You don't even remember what happened to me...?"
Nie Feng's expression changed drastically when he heard that Dongfang's cold snort contained a hint of tenderness, a hint of anger, and a hint of shyness.
Suddenly I thought about the crazy blood in my body. Once it is over-stimulated, it will go crazy and I don't know what it will do.
He glanced around the room and saw a pile of ruined and disfigured chairs in the corner, and his heart sank instantly.
"Oriental girl...I...what did I do?"
Nie Feng's confidence was very low and he was filled with anxiety.
Looking at the torn long skirt and the messy thin quilt on the bed, Nie Feng felt that something beyond his imagination had happened.
Especially Dongfang at this moment, sitting with his arms crossed, as if he was a bullied deer with no sense of security.
"Hmph! Let's go! You'll never get a knife from me!"
"Just...just think of it as compensation for this incident!"
Dongfang snorted coldly, with a hint of blush on his face.
Hearing these words, Nie Feng's whole body froze.
"Should I...should I...?"
Nie Feng's heart was beating wildly. Looking at Dongfang, who was as delicate as a fresh flower, he felt as if he had done something unforgivable.
What's even more frightening is that he doesn't have a single memory or feeling.
"Dongfang...I will definitely take responsibility. I swear, from now on I will only treat you well!"
Unable to remember what had just happened, Nie Feng was anxious for a moment, and suddenly swore to Dongfang, saying: "Dongfang, from today on, you are the most important person in my life!"
"Um?"
Dongfang looked at Nie Feng in surprise, and his eyes were suddenly attracted by the destiny above his head.
Just after Nie Feng made the oath, his destiny suddenly lit up.
A wildly rotating wind, like a tornado, appeared and disappeared.
Sometimes it becomes crazy, sometimes it becomes gentle.
Sometimes it is even more difficult to see the slightest trace.
"This... can also activate destiny?"
"That's right... At this moment, Nie Feng has recognized from the bottom of his heart that I am the person closest to him! And I just happened to be thinking about the relationship with him and wanted to inspire his fate."
"Especially if it is misunderstood that it is that kind of relationship... an accident?"
Thinking of this, Dongfang's eyes sparkled, as if he saw other paths that inspired his destiny.
Maybe, with the help of this method, we can still give in to Jingyun and grant him the title.
"No matter how much you swear, I will never give you a knife again, don't even think about it!"
Dongfang's tone was obviously angry, but as soon as he spoke it, it was unusually sweet and clear, making people feel more and more peaceful.
Nie Feng gradually calmed down at this moment. Although he didn't feel much in his body, the torn blue dress already let him know what happened.
Even if the most important thing didn't happen, Dongfang would still be hurt.
Especially when he was suffering from crazy blood, he had no memory at all, let alone any feeling.
If Dongfang didn't tell me, no one would know what happened tonight.
At this moment, not only did Nie Feng ask Dongfang for Xue to drink his knife, but even when he looked at Dongfang, his aura was invisibly weakened.
There is no confidence at all.
"Dongfang... I'm sorry! I can't remember what just happened."
After thinking about it, Nie Feng slowly came to Dongfang. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.
"Close your eyes and I'll ask you to open them!"
Dongfang stood up and stood in front of Nie Feng with his enchanting body.
Smelling the fragrance of the flowers and looking at the enchanting body approaching him, Nie Feng's heart was beating fast and he closed his eyes obediently.
A smile appeared on Dongfang's face, he raised his hand and placed it between Nie Feng's eyebrows, then flipped his palm over and took out Po Jun's Tianren Sword.
"boom!"
Nie Feng closed his eyes and felt a roar in his mind, and then a mess of memories poured into his mind, like a brand, which he could not forget even if he wanted to.
"The Six Secrets of Aohan, the True Xuanwu Kung Fu, and the Powerful Legs!"
Feeling the memory in his mind, Nie Feng's heart beat wildly.
The Six Art of Aohan is a sword technique that can be used in conjunction with Xue Yin Dao to stimulate the vast cold energy in Xue Yin Dao.
It was a secret skill passed down from his family. He only remembered the name, but he didn't learn it from his father at all.
Xuanwu's real skills and the powerful kick skills are even more peerless martial arts.
Each of these martial arts is more powerful than the Fengshen Kick he is practicing now, and they are definitely the top techniques in the world.
"Okay, open it!"
Dongfang spoke softly, raised his hand and placed the Tianren Sword into Nie Feng's palm, saying: "Practice well, don't get beaten to death."
"Also... although this sword is not as good as the Snow Drinking Sword, it is still a rare magic weapon. I give it to you!"
"By the way, there's also this!"
With that said, Dongfang took out two Blood Bodhisattva, stuffed them into Nie Feng's palm, and said, "I'll give them all to you. You should leave quickly before anyone sees you!"
With that said, Dongfang turned around without looking at Nie Feng.
It was as if they couldn't bear to be separated.
Seeing Dongfang like this, Nie Feng was stunned for a moment.
Not to mention the three sets of martial arts, which are all top-notch martial arts. He can naturally feel the sharp edge of the long sword in his hand.
It is indeed a peerless magic weapon.
Especially the two Blood Bodhisattva in his hand, which are life-saving treasures.
"Dongfang...me!"
Nie Feng didn't know what to say. This pile of things already made him feel the deep worry of the girl in front of him.
"Stop talking and leave quickly. If you are discovered by Xiong Ba, you will die!"
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