After a long time, Nangong Haotian slowly opened his eyes, and a golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he returned to normal immediately. When he looked around, he saw that the surroundings were completely dark, and he could not see the night sky or the stars.
But the cool breeze was blowing, the air was fresh, and the back of my back, which was lying on my back, was cool and flat. It was obvious that I had fallen on the flat stone ground.
At this moment, Nangong Haotian was wearing a white outfit, with a healthy wheat complexion, a straight nose, slightly pursed lips, and two thick sword eyebrows, like two flying swords flying out of the body.
Looking up, slightly into the temples, a pair of heart-wrenching star eyes shine with brilliance.
Compared with before, Nangong Haotian's feeling of weakness has disappeared, replaced by perseverance in his eyes and an unyielding soul. That night will be a time he will never forget.
Nangong Haotian slowly got up and looked around, but saw nothing. Various pictures were still intertwined in front of his eyes, and the endless darkness made him a little scared.
"Is this hell? Damn it, it's really dark!" Nangong Haotian murmured to himself.
After patting his body, the imaginary image of the arm passing through his body did not appear. Nangong Haotian laughed at himself slightly, "Maybe I am overthinking, there are eighteen levels of hell, and there are all kinds of tortures on each level, but
There seems to be no other threat here except endless darkness!"
Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian slapped himself on the face in order to verify his idea, "Ouch!" With Nangong Haotian's wailing, his face became a little red and swollen.
Nangong Haotian never thought that his slap would be so hard, it made his face hurt.
"It hurts... it hurts... Damn it, this is pain, hey, it's really pain!" Nangong Haotian was a little distracted, "Isn't he dead? Damn it, don't you feel pain even if you die? There is more.
Don’t let anyone live anymore…”
Nangong Haotian was puzzled and touched his cheek again. The burning pain still lingered. An idea flashed in his mind and he immediately thought of a possibility, "Am I not dead?!"
He thought for a moment and shook his head again, "It's impossible. How could Shangguan Mie, a cheater, be so kind and let me go? I bit off his ear and it was too late for him to kill me!"
After thinking for a long time, Nangong Haotian had no choice but to give up because he wanted to understand. "Whether he is dead or not, he must find Shangguan Mi and rescue his mother Li Yunji."
"Li Yunji is my last relative in this world, and it is also something that the original Nangong Haotian asked me to do. How could I not do it!" Nangong Haotian's eyes flashed with determination, and he had already made a decision.
, a man, a real man, once he says something, it’s hard to follow him!
"Shangguan Mi, you deceiver, as long as I, Nangong Haotian, am alive for one day, I will never let you cheat me. Your death will not be far away!" Nangong Haotian looked up to the sky and roared.
After the anger in his heart was vented with the power of this roar, Nangong Haotian immediately collapsed on the ground, his eyes were wet with tears or sweat.
Slowly, he recalled everything that happened after the death of his father, Nangong Shuangjie. In his previous life, he had no father or mother. In this life, he just felt the love of his mother and uncle. Not long after, he lost his relatives again. Uncle Nangong was killed by Shangguan Mie.
Xu Fu was brutally executed by Ling Chi, and his mother's whereabouts are now unknown. The more I think about Nangong Haotian, the sadder I feel, the lonelier I feel, and I can't help but burst into tears.
A man's tears are like blood, and they must be repaid with blood!
Suddenly, Nangong Haotian sat up suddenly, "It seems that he died in the end... No, before he fainted, he saw someone... one..." Nangong Haotian thought about it carefully, "It seems that there was a black man..."
The shadow appeared by my side and saved me!"
"And..." Nangong Haotian slowly recalled, "It seemed like a long time later, in the hazy state, I saw him throwing the sword left by his father Nangong Shuangjie into the Broken Feather Pond... This
Is this a dream?! Am I really not dead?!" Nangong Haotian asked himself.