In the main hall.

Zhao Hao smiled and put the Liuding figure in his arms...

He glanced at Ning Wanli, put his hands on his hips and said, "This wave, you are paddling again, and this time the tripod is not yours."

"Um."

Ning Wanli responded lightly, then turned her head to the side with a cold face.

If Zhao Hao is really seriously injured, he can still be given some face.

But looking at his current appearance, he felt refreshed after spitting out a mouthful of blood. How could he look like he was seriously injured?

Especially when he secretly plotted against me this time, how could I feel better?

"But...you bitch is still kind. Regardless of whether there is any output, the deterrent effect is still there."

Zhao Hao took out a piece of wood from his pocket with a smile and threw it directly to Ning Wanli: "I'll give this to you as interest."

Ning Wanli subconsciously went to pick it up, but she felt that the thing was slippery and she couldn't grasp it, so she dropped it on the ground. She leaned over to pick it up for a long time before picking it up.

When he saw the texture of the wood clearly, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Huangjue wood?"

Zhao Hao nodded: "The little emperor of Chu wanted to get some advantage, so he gave me this thing, saying it could absorb the national luck, but it turned out that the speed was as slow as shit. Damn it, you don't even want a dog!"

Ning Wanli: "???"

But after thinking for a while, she seemed to have figured out one thing: "Then you don't want it anymore?"

Zhao Hao: "..."

He curled his lips: "Anyway, just keep it, I won't treat you badly if you hang out with me!"

Ning Wanli looked at him deeply and said nothing.

She knew Zhao Hao very well.

If everyone is miserable, Zhao Hao must be the one who suffers the least.

If only one person can make money, Zhao Hao must be the only one.

If Zhao Hao can make money with his blood, then those who work with him will enjoy happiness.

From this point of view, this bastard must have found a big opportunity in the cauldron, so he lost this "petty profit" to himself.

But holding this Huang Jue wood in your hand, you can faintly feel that the national destiny is becoming more and more powerful.

The national destiny in Huang Jue Mu is indeed not terrible, but it is far from being "not even a dog" as Zhao Hao said.

He still thinks about me...

no!

This kind of thinking is unacceptable.

"Are you really not hurt? Let your sister be healthy!"

Huang He was still worried and directly pushed Zhao Hao to the ground.

Zhao Hao looked shocked, and his tone was extremely humiliating: "Sister Huanghe doesn't want it."

Huang He didn't listen at all and checked his body inside and out.

After a quarter of an hour, she breathed a sigh of relief.

fine!

Apart from a slight shock to his body, there was nothing serious.

Even the fluctuations of the spiritual platform were much stronger than before, giving her a vague feeling of being unable to see through.

She smiled: "As long as the person is fine, what should we do next?"

Zhao Hao was silent for a while and said: "Next step, you have to get off me first."

"oh……"

Huang He reacted for a while, then stood up from Zhao Hao's waist and lifted him up.

Zhao Hao sat up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Ning Wanli: "Do you listen?"

"listen!"

"Can you just say no?"

"This is a conspiracy. What's a conspiracy if we don't keep our voices down?"

Zhao Hao sighed. He didn't expect that besides the black-faced man, there was a second person in the world who couldn't figure out this problem.

Ning Wanli bit her lip, but came over and curled her lips when she saw Huang He had set up a soundproof circle with his bare hands.

Zhao Hao smiled and then said: "We are all our own people. I will not hide it from you. The things in the Six-Tripod Formation are completely different from those in the Three-Tripod Formation. After I entered, I encountered... blah blah blah

La, we met again... blah blah blah.

So when Jiuding gathers, they want to watch me die. It is absolutely impossible for them to reap the benefits of being a fisherman. All we have to do is... Okay, okay, okay, they won't be at our mercy by then? Even if they want to eat Hou Taotao's peach,

She couldn't say no."

Huang He's eyes lit up: "Wonderful!"

Ning Wanli didn't express an opinion, she just pursed her lips and still didn't choose to laugh.

But this time Zhao Hao regarded her as his own.

This bastard seems to have made some progress.

…

The lonely peak is just a shadow.

The missing moon hides the clouds.

At the top of the peak, Nanziling sat alone.

In front of him was a blazing fire, and lying in the flames was his last sister.

He just sat there quietly, his eyes unfocused, like a statue made of flesh.

Ten years apart.

Finally we met her before she died.

He didn't know why his sister, who was once innocent and seemed silly, became so crazy in the end.

Once, Nan Ziling heard Nan Zixi say: "Only cowards will swing their swords at the weak. A truly strong man will only point his sword at himself."

Nan Ziling knew.

She is farting.

How can a silly Baitian know how to sword?

But he never imagined that the way she ended her life was to take a sword and cut out the miserable past of her life from her own belly.

So ridiculous.

But it also caused Nan Ziling to collapse.

When the sword fell, he had no ability to stop it, so he could only watch this scene happen.

He could have kept his eyes closed.

But he also knew that if he closed his eyes, he would never have the chance to see a living sister again in this life.

That sword fell into Nan Zixi's abdomen, but it made his heart feel like a knife.

A lonely shadow flies across the sky.

A white shadow fell next to Nan Ziling, and said in a calm voice: "If I persist, she doesn't have to die."

Although her tone was indifferent, a hint of sadness flashed through Fairy Langhuan's eyes.

As long as Nanzixi is willing, he doesn't have to die.

Nan Ziling smiled bitterly: "My heart is dead, what is my body still doing in this world? Although I am a master, I am nothing in front of the imperial dynasty. If she were alive, she would still be used as a reproductive tool by those people. Instead of being here

It would be better to die happily hiding in the shadow of the past. At least she was free the moment before she died."

He knows it hurts.

But I also know that this little pain is nothing to the Nan family. Compared with that sense of relief, it is not worth mentioning.

As for the nephew who died before he could say anything, he had no sympathy at all.

People in the Nan family are like this, they hate being used as a reproductive tool.

Who would like a child born out of necessity?

Including this fetus, including the snake girl with Zhu Jiuyin bloodline, including...the two eggs that the water snake laid for itself.

Now, those two eggs should have become the meals of the ferocious beasts in the Xilong Mountains, right?

I'm free too!
To be continued...