In fact, Ning Que met the audience few times, all in Chang'an City. Now, when he thinks about it, every time he meets, it seems to be accompanied by wind and snow, extremely cold, from outside to inside.

In the past, the owner of the temple was not stained with dust, nor was there any snow frost, and was as floating as an immortal. At this time, the owner of the temple was covered in dust and face, and was a little tired. He was an ordinary person.

He searched for Sangsang for many days and places in the world, and traveled thousands of miles in an infinite realm, which consumed a lot, and was still one step slower. The natal connection between Ning Que and Sangsang was better than the strongest in the world.

He looked at the other end of the cold pond, the dried yellow grass under the snow, without any expression on his face, and his mood did not ripple, because there was nothing there.

But he always felt something was there, just like in the past days, when he passed by the snow sea and deserted tribe of the Hanyu Land and looked at the small wooden house, so he did not leave.

The mountains abandoned by Haotian became colder and colder in the wind and snow. The host stood quietly by the pond, but his expression became calmer, as if there was invisible water passing by, washing away all the dust. The wind and frost on his face became lighter and fainter until it finally disappeared without a trace, and the snow chips on the blue clothes melted and disappeared.

A quiet and pure breath emanated from his body and came to his feet, melting the snow, greening the old grass, spreading into the pond, melting the ice surface, creating ripples, and spring gradually arises.

The spring breeze greens the cold pond shore and reaches the other side in an instant.

Sangsang looked at him quietly, his fingers gently placed on the ground, and the breath of life like a trickle of water poured into the earth. The spring outside and the spring inside blended together, and it was difficult to distinguish them.

Without each other, there will be no boundaries and cannot be seen.

When dusk came, the viewer left the pond, leaving a residual breath from the space passage and disappeared without a trace.

Ning Que confirmed that he did not notice Sangsang or himself, and he was in a slightly relaxed mood, but there was no expression of joy on his face, because this was only a temporary matter. No one knew how long this situation could last.

"Can you leave now?"

He looked at the majestic Helan City in the mountains in the distance and asked.

Sangsang remained silent.

Ning Que understood what she meant. The host might have gone to the South China Sea at this time, or he might have watched the earth at the top of the snow peak. If she opened her own world, she would be easily discovered by him.

The abacus was placed on her knees. She could no longer calculate the position of the observer.

She is becoming weaker, or more like an ordinary woman. This fact makes her silent, helpless, and even more angry.

She grabbed Ning Que's hand and took a bite, like an irritated female beast.

Ning Que looked at the blood overflowing from the corners of her lips, which hurt very much, but it did not exhale, and his eyes were full of doting and sympathy.

As night comes, the wind and snow stop in the mountains, and wind comes from the sea in the southeast. Blowing the thick clouds in the sky out of a large gap, hundreds of stars appear in front of you, and there is also a moon.

Ning Que held Sangsang and leaned against the soft and warm animal skin, staring at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky.

Sangsang said, "I want to have sex."

Ning Que was slightly stunned. He looked down at her face and looked calm, and then he realized that she was not telling a joke. Of course, if she was really telling a joke, this matter would be too funny.

He said, "What are you thinking about? Go to bed first."

Sangsang said, "I want to sleep with you."

Ning Que was stunned and said, "Is sleepy?"

Sangsang said, "I want to be sleepy with you."

Her mood was very calm and even seemed a little cold. She was not so serious, but she was particularly serious.

Ning Que hugged her, smelled her smell, and kissed her face.

After a while.

He suddenly said, "Can you not see?"

Sangsang looked at a place without blinking and said, "Why?"

Ning Que said, "What is this? People are doing it, God is watching?"

Sangsang looked up at him and said, "This is interesting."

"It's interesting to you."

"This is boring."

"Okay, I said...even if I have to see, can I be emotional?"

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When he woke up in the early morning, Ning Que was in a bad mood because he always felt that Sangsang was a little weird, as if he was saying goodbye to himself - he just met again, was she going to run away?

After thinking about it, he always felt something was wrong, and his expression gradually became solemn. He looked at the grassland opposite the cold pond where the spring was born yesterday and was frozen by the cold wind overnight, and was extremely vigilant.

What happened next gave another possible answer, but it could not make him feel a little relaxed, but instead he felt heavier, because Sangsang seemed to be about to give birth.

He has experience in many things, but he has no experience in this matter. Sangsang once knew everything and could do anything, but he had no choice but to do anything about this matter.

The wooden house was quiet. Sangsang held his bulging abdomen and felt the movements coming from inside. His thin eyebrows were frowned very tightly, his face was a little pale, and the pain had not begun, but it was about to begin.

Giving birth is very troublesome, and what's even more troublesome is that Sangsang's mood is greatly disturbed and it is no longer difficult to maintain his own world. There is a gossip in the air outside the window, and Ning Que knows that it is a crack.

If the world is reduced, or the material in this world is less, it can be maintained for a longer period of time with Sangsang's ability.

Ning Que looked at the space cracks that were looming outside the window, and understood why he felt separation in front of him when he woke up in the morning. After a moment of silence, he led the big dark horse out of the wooden house.

There was no crisp sound of rupture, only a slight cold wind facing him, and he returned to the real world, stood on the banks of the real cold pond, and looked back, there was no way or house.

He decided to leave here, the farther away from the cold pond, the better, the farther away from her, the better. He understood some things Longqing said before that battle, and it turned out that his search was not a good thing for her.

However, just as he was about to leave, someone came.

The man returned to the edge of the pond.

"Where is she?"

The master looked at him and asked, his expression calm, neither anxious nor impatient, nor angry, as if everything was under control, just like water plants in the water, shadows in the pond, and the will of heaven was in his heart.

Ning Que did not answer his question, pulled out his iron knife and slashed towards Hantan.

One slash can be thousands of swords.

The blade broke through the sky and turned into countless afterimages. Each sword shadow was a stroke, two strokes were one word, and his iron knife instantly wrote thousands of words on the bank of the cold pond.

Thousands of "一" characters.

His face was as pale as paper, and the power of his mind in the sea of ​​consciousness was empty.

Countless extremely sharp talismans enveloped the cold pond.

Under the head of the temple, there were a few green grass stretching its waist, quietly shattering into countless pieces.

The cold trees by the pond have been silently turned into countless fragments.

The world beside the cold pond is a painting.

Ning Que cut the painting into countless pieces.

The owner of the viewer is the person in the painting, how can he be at ease?

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(This chapter mainly consists of six words: "Man is doing, God is watching". A gentleman on Weibo said: When asking his girlfriend to have sex, he always thinks of a sentence: Man is doing, God is watching. (WB@Zach). After I saw it, I thought of Ning Que and Sangsang. What is that? I used to write about the battle between heaven and man and nature, but I always wanted her to see it. Man is doing, God is watching, it is so cool... It was originally a very long and careful description, but everyone knows the recent situation, so it is inevitable that there is some regret. I always regard myself as a novelist in the countryside. Many years ago, when I celebrated the Chinese New Year, I wrote very carefully. I wanted to use other techniques to work hard again. It's a pity that the last chapters must be carefully chaptered. See you tomorrow.)
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