Before the empress goes dark, adopt her as a villain

"Brother, how long are we going to hide here?"

Xuan'er was lying naked on the stone, and Ning Wuxie was wearing a bath towel and rubbing her back.

"Don't worry, I still don't know who will win and who will lose."

"Anyway, tonight won't be enough for them to worry about, so just stay calm."

Ning Wuxie patted Xuan'er's fair and delicate back, making a crisp sound.

"I must have scared you just now." He put the bath towel in the water, rubbed it, and then threw it into the tub.

"Yes, I wasn't even afraid when Wang Dayong died, but the atmosphere in that small room scared me to death."

Xuan'er shrugged her shoulders, as if she felt a little scared when she recalled it.

Ning Wuxie smiled: "Then you can still help me fight off that zombie girl, haven't you reacted?"

Xuan'er's expression changed, and she turned over from lying down to lying down. She raised her upper body with her elbows and looked at Ning Wuxie.

"Because I'm more afraid of my brother getting hurt."

"Is the corpse poison on your hand really okay?"

Ning Wuxie was stunned for a moment, facing Xuan'er's gaze. He was still a little uncomfortable after all. After a few glances, he turned his head away.

"It's okay." He looked at the tiger's mouth on his left hand, and the color had returned to normal. "He roasted the porridge over low heat for me, and the poison was forced out."

Then, he asked:

"Then do you know why I failed to stop the corpse puppet in time?"

"Why."

"Because I thought of you." Ning Wuxie looked at the warm water baked by the white porridge, emitting a thin mist.

"I thought of the first time I met Xuan'er, she was such a small, pitiful little girl."

Xuan'er looked at Ning Wuxie and was silent for a moment. After a while, she slipped down from the stone, walked through the water, and hugged Ning Wuxie.

"But I'm grown up now."

"I became as old as my brother just to be your Taoist companion."

Xuan'er looked at Ning Wuxie lovingly, held his face up to make him look at her, then raised her chin, wanting to kiss him.

Seeing Xuan'er's eager eyes, Ning Wuxie knew that she couldn't refuse, so she could only lower her head and kiss her.

This time, Xuan'er didn't let Ning Wuxie escape so easily. She bit his lip directly, stuck out her tongue, and rolled it wantonly.

After an unknown amount of time, the two separated, both panting slightly.

"Brother, can you bear it for three years... Sometimes I feel that I can't bear it."

Ning Wuxie swallowed.

"It's not a question of whether you can tolerate it or not, it's a matter of agreement and a bottom line."

"Okay~" Xuan'er leaned against Ning Wuxie, her expression a little disappointed, and she turned around like a baby.

Sometimes, Ning Wuxie hopes that Empress Jiang Ningxuan will wake up soon.

But awakening, doesn't it also mean that Xuan'er is leaving?

He quickly threw the thought away.

Xuan'er is a very good teacher and has been teaching Ning Wuxie how to practice the Mysterious Soul Art.

What's the good thing about it specifically? There's a reward for getting the answer right: a kiss, and there's a penalty for getting the answer wrong: a kiss again.

Under such urging, Ning Wuxie's soul was promoted again, reaching the red gold soul.

Nowadays, the strength of Ning Wuxie's soul is no less than that of many golden elixir cultivators.

If he could achieve the Ling Jade Soul or even the Yuan Soul in the Concentrating Soul Realm, it would be as helpful to Ning Wuxie’s future path as the Jiutian Zhenyuan!

Thinking that Xuan'er had been frightened during the day, Ning Wuxie couldn't bear to let her live in a cabin by the lake. Instead, she came to the Dark Moon Tribe and stayed in the warm fur bed prepared by Chong Jue and her tribe.

Everything in the Dark Moon Tribe is on track. The normal technology trees outside the Lingwu Continent are a dimensionality-reducing blow to the production level of the Dark Moon people. Every household of the Dark Moon people is busy learning farming, animal husbandry, and smelting. and other technologies.

However, along with it is another need, which is practice.

After all, the people of the Dark Moon tribe followed Ning Wuxie in the first place because of the orthodox inheritance of Great Xia he possessed.

Ning Wuxie also learned from this that Emperor Huangxing's skills also came from Daxia.

However, Ning Wuxie still remembered that it was clearly written in Wutian Hua Ri Kung that this technique was created by Emperor Huangxing, so how could it be the orthodox inheritance of Daxia.

Perhaps, it is because the people of the Dark Moon Country have lived for such a long time that they no longer know what the true inheritance of Great Xia is.

And Ning Wuxie's technique is also the Starry Sky Technique, which is enough to bluff people into convincing them.

It is understandable that the Dark Moon clan members want to practice. After all, only practice can extend their lifespan and improve their strength. Even if they are not killing people and defending against enemies, they can work better.

At night, when Xuan'er fell asleep, Ning Wuxie quietly slipped out of the quilt and took up a pen to write down the method of Wu Tian Hua Ri Gong.

He planned to divide Wutian Transformation Sun Kung into four books, each of which was connected from top to bottom and must be practiced in sequence.

In this way, he can not only ensure the admiration and demand of the Dark Moon Nation people for him, but also allow them to practice the real star skills and satisfy their wishes.

At the same time, it can also improve the physical fitness of Chinese people and increase the productivity of the village.

Even if there is a particularly talented person among the Chinese, Ning Wuxie can train him alone, or even bring him to the main world to practice, where the spiritual energy is more abundant.

Slowly, Ning Wuxie was able to form a force of his own.

This was no small project, but there was another reason that kept Ning Wuxie up all night.

He got to see the small world.

If he wasn't in a hurry, he was lying to Xuan'er, because he didn't want to take her out on an adventure.

Once the outside fight is not finished, or one of the parties is completely victorious, it will be very bad for you!

He had already made plans. If there were more than three people standing outside after he went out, he would immediately get back in.

Whether it was Yin Pingzhi's group or the demons of the Heart Devouring Sect.

Ning Wuxie put down his pen and walked outside. It was already late at night, and most of the people in Dark Moon Country were asleep. The time in the small world was synchronized with the outside. It had been three or four hours since Ning Wuxie came in.

Ning Wuxie took a deep breath, tore open the small world, and flashed out.

It was still the same rural dirt road, but the scene had changed a little.

Wang Dayong and his horse's body had disappeared.

And the entire rural path seemed to have been baptized by artillery fire, and a layer was torn off, and it was covered with wounds!

It seemed that Wang Dayong's body was actually blown away by the spiritual power turbulence of the cultivators!

Ning Wuxie looked up at the sky for the first time, and there was no one.

Then he hurriedly scanned the surroundings, and there was no one, at least no one standing.

Two Confucian disciples in black were lying on the ground motionless, with their limbs mutilated to a certain extent. Not far from them, three demons in red and white brocade robes were lying or lying, their lives or deaths uncertain.

It was hard to imagine what kind of battle this was.

But, there shouldn't be only these few people?

Ning Wuxie did not relax his vigilance, and carefully released his spiritual sense to check the surroundings.

Sure enough, there were two people in the woods.

He tried his best to compress his breath and quietly touched up.

In a bombed open space in the woods, there were fallen leaves and broken trees everywhere. Qin Sheng leaned against the tree trunk, raised his hand as if to block it, with a look of horror on his face.

In front of him was a demon cultivator from the Devouring Heart Sect, holding a strange long sword made of unknown material, white jade with a blood-red ruby ​​in the middle, and slowly approached him.

"Damn, two children died in a small village, why are there so many Jindan monks!"

"Does the person who assigns tasks in your Confucian school have a problem with his brain!"

The demon cultivator roared in exasperation as if he was crazy.

It also sounded disordered.

"Actually... we are not here to investigate the murder of children..."

Qin Sheng said tremblingly. He had broken many bones and was unable to resist at all.

"What are they here for?! Like us? To kill people?!"

The demon cultivator obviously didn't believe it, and cursed, raising the long knife in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the blade had a strange color, not like gold and iron. Ning Wuxie saw that the arc of the blade was also very unique. It was not like a traditional long knife, but more like a curved saber suitable for beheading.

It was obviously a rare treasure!

"Really, they really came to kill people!" Qin Sheng was scared and almost cried, "The one to kill was the monk who came to investigate the death of the child!"

The demon cultivator paused with the knife in his hand, and looked at Qin Sheng in surprise, feeling that this person did not seem to be lying.

After a moment, he laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha, you Confucians also engage in sneak attacks and assassinations, right? Gentlemen, too gentlemanly!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, as if he had changed a mask in an instant, and the expression of the demon cultivator returned to the cold and cruel expression just now.

"Then where is the person you want to kill? Why haven't I seen him?"

"I don't know..." Qin Sheng was talking, and suddenly his pupils shrank, his eyes were extremely terrified.

"Behind you!"