Kuaishou's fine system teaches you how to attack the villain

Chapter 69 Baiqiehei Tianjun and his Flower Fairy (19)

At that time, he had practiced for a long time, and perhaps he hadn't heard the word sleep for a long time.

Ning Zhi blinked, she was restrained by herself, she was not allowed to speak, she could only gesture with her hands dazedly, put her hands together, leaning on the side of her cheeks, and closed her eyes, showing that she was sleeping.

In fact, he had already read what she was thinking.

The reason why there is no reaction is just a little puzzled, she is so weak in demon power, she doesn't even think about practicing day and night, what is she thinking now?
When we first met Mingming, if she hadn't swallowed the Soul-devouring Orb by chance, he would have been able to kill her with his backhand...

The corners of Heng Wu's mouth that were still slightly raised when he was remembering suddenly straightened up, and the smile disappeared in an instant.

Ning Zhi on the side still didn't know what he was thinking as before, he smiled so wickedly, and then disappeared into nothingness.

But looking at the way he smiled just now, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, should he be thinking about something very happy?

Heng Wu resumed his original appearance and continued to wipe her. From face to neck, he tidied her sideburns before he stopped, squatted on the spot, and stared at her silently.

She still looked alive, just sleeping soundly.

The lips are as gorgeous as coquettish flowers, exuding endless temptation, reminiscent of that night, the kiss that was intoxicated.

Heng Wu's expression was a little stiff, he looked away, there was still a little blood on his face, his clothes were messy and blood-stained, black hair was scattered in front of him, he no longer had the majesty that belonged to Tianjun, only a little bit of dejection remained. Embarrassed.

Many days later, Ning Zhi found that Heng Wu seemed to be looking for something.

He hid Ning Zhi in the cave, and made countless seals, while he ran out for a whole day, looking for a lot of Taoist priests, warlocks, or demons, and inquiring about the "secret realm of heaven".

Just with little success.

Many monsters ran away when they saw him. Some people recognized him as the demon-enchanted Tianjun by the three-petal lotus on his forehead, and disappeared in a blink of an eye in fright.

While dealing with the pursuers who wanted to arrest him and bring him back to the heaven, Hengwu visited everywhere, but with little success.

He came back very late that day, the night was already deep, and the sound of insects sounded around him, and he walked back very tiredly.

Still a day without any news.

As usual, he lit firewood, sat opposite Ning Zhi's body, caressed her cheek lightly, his fingertips were all cold, even if he lit a bonfire, there was no trace of warmth transmitted.

Most of the time, he just sat quietly like this, as calm as he used to be when he was practicing.

That night, he had a dream.

He has not dreamed again for nearly a hundred years, the long-lost dream, the hazy mist like tulle rising in front of his eyes, he saw Ning Zhi lying on the stone bed slowly opened his eyes, the shock and joy in his heart swept his whole body in an instant, he walked away After a few steps, he stopped in place again.

"Tianjun?" Ning Zhi yawned and looked at him suspiciously.

Ning Zhi in his dream gradually overlapped with reality, he seemed to have fallen into a whirlpool and couldn't afford to struggle.

Here is the dream.

With his cultivation base, he couldn't be more clear.

But she is living a good life here, whether it is a slim hope or a painful pursuit, she is so quiet in front of her.

Ning Zhi was thinking about whether he was being lazy again and was caught, and was about to explain, but was held tightly by a warm embrace.

Hengwu held her tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.

He was trembling all over, his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound, the tears in his eyes were about to fall, and it was the first time that the clamoring desire in his heart was transmitted to his ears so clearly.

Good to see her again.

"Tianjun...?"

Ning Zhi in reality didn't know what happened to Hengwu. After he fell asleep, his mood suddenly fluctuated greatly, and then he shed tears unconsciously, meandering from the corners of his eyes, and dripping onto the cold ground.

He looked miserable.

Ning Zhi pursed her lips, with no clue in her expression.

(End of this chapter)