Bai Lian has thought to herself many times, why is it that Ning Feiyan can always laugh off the pain, murder, and torture that others inflict on her, and hide all her emotions calmly and perfectly?
Now, looking at her in front of him, Balian finally understood.
Perhaps it was because she was abandoned into the abyss by her loved ones and didn't know what light was, so she didn't feel any pain.
Balian couldn't imagine how a girl with nothing back then used her weak hands to build a wall of copper and iron little by little.
How could he guard the cold, empty and huge empty fortress alone, protecting himself like a hedgehog?
But that woman back then only used a piece of incomplete cake to make the seemingly iron-clad wall not so indestructible.
After all, she still longed for someone outside the wall to hand her a warm hand.
Tap the wall lightly, and thick dust will loosen and fall from the solid wall tiles.
Perhaps it was because the fleeting warmth was so beautiful that the copper and iron walls she had built up over the years were easily knocked out by her hand to create a narrow crack.
There is darkness under your feet, and between the cracks, that's where the light shines through.
Those who are stuck in the corner of a well will inevitably have a moment of impulse when they see the light, and their hearts will be bright.
Following this weak light, his dusty hands with mottled fingers dug into the city wall he had built little by little with a hint of expectation. The digging was bloody and painful.
Finally, when she decided to abandon the cold and lonely empty city behind her that could protect her, she stumbled out of the gap covered in blood.
But she found that the wind outside the city wall was very strong, and the remaining gentleness was blown away.
Across the mountains, rivers and sea of people, no one was waiting for her outside the city, and not a single spark in the world belonged to her.
Only then did she fully understand that those who live by hope will eventually die of hunger strike.
After locking up my heart and returning to the isolated city, the corner of the wall that I dug out with my own hands had no choice but to be washed and piled back to its original appearance.
In the end, the tired bird returns to the forest, and some people accept their fate.
The four seasons have become winter, and when someone knocks on the city wall again, a thick layer of frost has already formed on the city walls in all directions, and there is no longer any gray dust on the wall.
Naturally, he will not let any more light enter his world.
After all, who likes to be alone, they just don’t want to be disappointed.
For Ning Feiyan, warmth is beautiful.
But all good things are fleeting, just like the scrap of cake that her mother handed to her. It was the only moment and the only time that she could smell her mother's scent.
But she was so stingy and only gave her a little bit, but she has been thinking about it for so many years.
This is so unfair.
In Balian's case, more than once she felt warmth similar to the warmth her mother brought to her that night.
When faced with the murder of Yihe Shuci, Mi Lu, who kept saying that he wanted to marry her, even backed away. The moment he stood up, Ning Feiyan's heart was not without turmoil.
It's just that if you suffer too much, as time goes by, you will become more and more indifferent, and you will feel uneasy and fearful about getting anything.
How can a person who can't show any warmth to others feel that he can accept kindness from others with peace of mind?
These seemingly beautiful things are actually illusory. In Ning Feiyan's eyes, they are far more real than the exchange of gains and losses.
Balian watched her eyes become distant and cold little by little. He met her gaze without avoiding it and said calmly: "I knew it a long time ago."
Ning Feiyan's eyebrows were low, and the person who was so enthusiastic a moment ago slowly cooled down. She asked: "When we were in Xianling City?"
Seeing that she insisted on asking the question, Balian sighed helplessly and answered honestly: "After I was sunburned by the sun on the first day when I turned into a cat and was given to the Demon Lord by you, you fed me blood.
found."
Ning Feiyan frowned deeply, as if she was confused.
Balian patiently explained: "If I come into contact with blood while I am conscious, I will be able to tell who the owner of the blood is."
When Ning Feiyan thought this statement was ridiculous, he felt angry as if he was being played by someone: "It's ridiculous. I wasn't injured that night when I sneaked into the palace of Xianling City. How did you know that person was me."
She felt that he was telling lies and deceiving her. Ning Feiyan even suspected that he was not drunk at all that night and was sober from beginning to end.
"Why are you so stupid?"
There was a hint of red on Balian's earlobe, and he moved a little closer to her, saying: "Who said you weren't injured that night? I usually look at you and think of everything you can do. How could you be so careless about this matter? On the couch
You didn't even know how to clean up the blood. I couldn't tell who left it at the time, but it couldn't be Su Jing's."
Ning Feiyan's frosty face also turned red, but she still insisted on speaking out, trying to maintain her dignity as a demon.
She snorted and said with great disdain: "It's ridiculous. I am the most beautiful succubus in the Beiyuan Forest. I have played with eight hundred men, if not a thousand. How can I still have an innocent body to take advantage of you? That's just...
When I went to trouble Su Jing, I had a fight with her and was injured."
Just now, he said that he was not injured in Xianling City. At this time, someone was injured in a fight with his colleagues?
The preface does not match the follow-up, so I think the cleverness has been exhausted. This bad cat never gets nervous easily, and when he gets nervous, his brain becomes stupid.
Balian was extremely dissatisfied with her attitude, which was completely different from the benefactors in the storybook who had sex for nothing and then refused to acknowledge their debt.
"Really?" He lowered his eyes and said, "Then it's a coincidence that you were injured. The blood fell on my body, and you didn't know it at all?"
Ning Feiyan's cold and pretty face suddenly turned red, burning like the red clouds in the sky. She was angry and annoyed, feeling as if she had been slapped in the face.
A moment ago, he had threatened that he had played with as many as eight hundred men, if not a thousand. Now he had revealed in disguise that something he had kept for thousands of years had been handed over to him.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ning Feiyan kicked Bailian in annoyance: "I should have starved to death in the first place, you miserable cat, you are really out of your mind.
I want to feed you blood."
Bai Lian hurriedly grabbed her ankle. Fang Geyu was still very frightened by the harm Fang Geyu had caused him last time.
He looked at her with an extremely serious expression: "If that's not the case, are you really planning to hide it from me for the rest of your life?"
Ning Feiyan sneered: "So what if I know, do you really think that if you take my body from the girl, I will marry you?"
Balian looked at her straightly: "You bad cat."
Ning Feiyan's eyes widened for a moment: "Wha...what?"
Balian snorted: "If you didn't plan to marry me, why did you sneak into my bedroom while I was drunk that night? You're taking advantage of the situation, you're taking advantage and then refusing.
If you don't admit it, can you live your life on your own?
For three whole days, my waist was weak when I woke up. It would be better for you to put on a skirt and become disobedient.
I don't even know who the real owner is. Miss Su Jing looked at me in a very strange way, and I didn't dare to ask more about who the person was that night. If you behave like this on a man, you would be a heartless man."
Ning Feiyan froze like a thunderbolt.
What did she do to betray her?
Ning Feiyan's eyes immediately turned red with anger at the unjust words.
"Why do you mean I took advantage of it and wiped it out! You didn't remember the bastard thing you did when you were drunk and you still asked me to take advantage of you!
I made it clear today. That night, you kid recognized the wrong person and pressed me against the wall for three days! Do you understand three days?! I almost lost half of my life to you, you bastard
You thing, you pressed my aunt down and shouted someone else’s name. Now you’re telling me I’m a heartless person?!”
Ning Feiyan wanted to strangle this bastard to death.
What did she just eat?!
Balian felt that the authenticity of these words needed to be tested. He wondered: "But I couldn't beat you at all at that time. If you didn't want to, how could I force you? Besides, the scene of the crime was my bed.
Didn’t you climb up on your own?”
Ning Feiyan's heart was filled with confusion, and she couldn't speak for a moment.
She really couldn't beat him at that time.
This kid's identity is a mystery, and he doesn't even know that he contains a mysterious immortal power that transcends time and space.
And that power seems to be closely related to the secret of the Demon Lord.
Ning Feiyan has been thinking deeply about this matter secretly and needs to investigate it slowly.
If what Ning Feiyan had captured now were just some clues, she also knew clearly that these things involved too much.
At first, I didn’t want this kid to know this, lest he use those little traces to find out his life experience bit by bit.
If he really achieves the body of an immortal, he will undoubtedly create an extremely difficult enemy for himself to contend with.
As for now...
Ning Feiyan has seen Bailian's lost memories during his lifetime. His death may seem simple, but in fact, it is full of dark webs.
Invisible silk threads are connected with each other. It looks like the young master of the Sword Sect with a high status, but in fact, it is difficult to escape from the shadow of killing and calamity surrounding him.
Now the more this kid knows, the more flaws he will reveal.
Aren't the chess players behind the scenes who once thought he was dead sniffing out his blood like leeches and biting him?
More importantly, Ning Feiyan felt that Balian's death two hundred years ago was probably inseparable from the Demon Lord.
At the moment, the Demon Lord is only thinking about getting married to him, and seems to have a deep attachment and persistence towards him.
But most of the powerful men in this world who hold royal power like people who are not a threat to her. This kid was reborn as a demon, and his memory is like a blank sheet of paper, and does not contain the love and hate of the past.
The female devil knew this very well, so she dared to keep him by her side unscrupulously.
But if he recalled his past deeds, life and death would be nothing more than a matter of the devil's thoughts.
Regarding his identity and hidden power, she should not mention it easily. Now that he asked him such a reasonable question, she was really dumb and couldn't tell her the pain.
In her half-life, Ning Feiyan has never been as speechless and depressed as she is now.
Seeing her reaction, Balian couldn't help but laugh out loud. He pulled her ankles into his arms and picked her up from the ground.
Ning Feiyan's face panicked, she put her hands on his chest and said angrily: "Even if the child in my belly is yours, it doesn't mean that I am willing to be your woman."
Balian held her soft waist with one hand, crossed her shoulders and back with the other, and sat back lazily on the armchair.
His palm slid down, went under her legs, and lifted up her skirt.
Seeing that he seemed to be turning a deaf ear, Ning Feiyan looked as cold as frost, and was about to scold him harshly, but her skirt could only be pulled up to her knees and stopped.
"The leg injury hasn't healed yet, and I don't know how to take care of it." Balian lowered his eyes and saw a dazzling bruise between her knees.
He sighed and placed his cold palms on top of the candle to warm them up. The clean and pale back of his hands took on a warm color when the candle burned them.
After dispelling some of the deathly cold temperature, he placed his palms on her knees, caressing them with his palms, massaging them gently and deftly.
Ning Feiyan stared blankly at the young man under the candlelight, and for a moment she felt that the warmth in his hands was extremely warm.
It was as if this ingenious moment had easily protected a necrotic wound on her body that had been stiff and cold for a long time.
She couldn't understand why the pain and itch that had been hidden deep in her body for a long time could always be touched by him so easily.
In a daze, the sharp thorns all over her body softened slightly as if they had been soaked in vinegar as he stroked them with his palms.
The two hands that were supporting Bai Lian's chest in an absolutely defensive posture also slowly relaxed.
In Ning Feiyan's life, she had never met someone as gentle as jade, considerate and caring.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It’s just things like this, Ning Feiyan believes that he has never found them strange and interesting at all.
But now, every move of this guy, every careful care, tenderness and pampering that he naturally showed... actually made her feel as if she was drinking a bowl of warm poison.
Ning Feiyan, who had always prided herself on being wise and protective, now actually had the illusion that she was being chewed slowly and was about to be cannibalized.
She felt that her hair was really messed up tonight and her mind was a little unclear.
She is used to playing with women, but has a cold nature and never really gets close to men.
One day, I would be so obedient and quiet in someone's arms, letting go of all my calculations, just like a cat enjoying the pleasure of being stroked.
Ning Feiyan felt that the strength of his palms was extremely comfortable, and the refreshing breath on her body smelled so good that she couldn't help but arch her arms into his arms, an act of instinctive dependence without thinking at all.
Balian felt it, and the arm holding her shoulders tightened slightly, holding her closer.
When Ning Feiyan realized what he had just done, he couldn't help but feel regretful.
She raised her eyes to look at his expression quietly, but she was caught in the middle of Balian's smiling eyes.
She awkwardly kicked off her show shoes, kicked Balian's calf with her white and bare ankle, and snorted coldly: "Every stinky man in the world has the same virtue. If you really feel sorry for my leg injury, why?"
Will you let me kneel for so long again?"
Balian coughed lightly, seeming to feel a little embarrassed: "I asked you to get up a few times, but you were too attentive to hear me."
Ning Feiyan's pretty face turned red, and she said in embarrassment: "Don't you know how to give me a hand?" If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk Search Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.