Ayan was still talking, "Ning Ning" was long, and "Ning Ning Ning" was short. But it was not clear about human words at first, but now it was anxious, and the more I said the words in my mouth became more and more vague. After that, Tang Ning couldn't understand at all.

However, no matter whether she could understand or not, Ayan never wanted to stop.

It was not until it entered the door and saw Jialan that it closed its mouth.

He glanced at Tangning quietly, hesitantly, as if he wanted to avoid it.

Are you afraid that Jialan will get angry with it?

Tang Ning thought to himself and winked at it.

Before the door was closed tightly, A Yan flew out immediately.

With a "clang", the door closed and the room fell into a frozen silence. Ayan hid outside and did not walk away, but did not dare to return inside easily.

Jialan lowered his head and stood in front of the window.

The window was closed and not opened.

All he had in front of him was an old window.

Tang Ning stood two steps away from him and asked, "Isn't it cold?"

The boy in front of him was naked, and the wound on his shoulder was still very ferocious. He had no medicine or bandage, so he let it be exposed.

The heart was stirring, and Tangning moved his gaze to the top.

He only turned his face and glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes.

Tang Ning's arrival did not seem to surprise or dissatisfied with him. A Yan's panic was too worried.

He opened the window and said lightly: "It's summer."

The wind at this season is cold, warm, cold or hot, and everyone feels differently.

Tang Ning also walked to the window and looked into the sky. The stars were already dim: "What should I do if you have your injuries?" She asked calmly, as if she was chatting.

Jialan closed the window: "Don't worry about it, sooner or later."

Tang Ning leaned against the wall and looked at him: "As soon as possible... when is it?"

"Are you so worried about my injury?" Jialan approached her, and a faint smile appeared on her slightly pale face.

Tang Ning saw the bright sarcasm from it.

This guy is really sulking, no wonder Ayan dares not come in.

She looked straight into the amber eyes and said leisurely: "What, don't you allow me to worry?"

Jialan smiled and left the window, saying, "This little injury is nothing." He pulled open the chair and fell down, covering his wound.

Tang Ning still leaned on it and didn't move.

The same injury will definitely be different when it falls on monsters and mortals.

However, he is a monster who has lost his power.

The impact of insufficient demon power is by no means just heavy tiredness.

His wound now seems to have no intention of recovering.

Tang Ning called him and said, "If my father..." After a pause, she changed her voice, "If Tang Shi did not have the demonic power that Tang Luzhi took from you, what would you do?"

Hearing her words, a hint of anxiety flashed across Jialan's face.

He was sealed for more than 600 years, and the changes brought about by such long years are terrifying.

Old friends, fathers, and the past no longer exist.

He was regained his freedom, but he was actually just a poor drowning person.

If he wants to survive, he has to find the driftwood that will allow him to stay on the water.

Taking back the lost things, finding my father's body, and returning to Luofu Mountain - he looked up at Tang Ning, and his tone suddenly became gentle: "Even if he doesn't have what I want in his hand, it doesn't matter."

"The strange people in the Tang family are more than one or two."

Tangning's back was tightly against the wall.

"But..." He smiled, his eyebrows and eyes curled, like a innocent boy. If his face was not so handsome, he would have been able to easily confuse Tang Ning.

"Xie Su is so close to you, he probably won't want me to kill you."

He leaned back, raised his head, and said with a sarcasm: "What a strange thing..."

None of them expected Xie Xiaobai's appearance. He called Tang Ning a mother when he first met, and it was even more impossible to explain or understand.

Tang Ning sighed, suddenly frowned, and raised his hand to touch his back.

Jialan immediately stood up and asked seriously: "It's starting to hurt again?"

Tang Ning nodded, lowered his hands and said, "What you said that day is probably right."

"What do I say? Which sentence?" Jialan's eyes approached her with a deep look.

Tang Ning gestured in the air: "That juicy mole is indeed alive, and I probably understand the reason why it grows."

Jialan stopped: "Have you been injured today?"

Tang Ning spread his palms and whispered: "That small hole shouldn't be called a wound."

She just scratched her finger and shed a little blood.

However, the pain on the back came even more violently than last time.

She could still stand here and speak consciously, with ridiculous perseverance. After a while, after having experience, the pain seemed to be able to endure it.

She smiled and said, "It seems that I don't need to say more, you understand."

Jialan frowned and signaled her to turn around.

The hem of the clothes was lifted up.

Tang Ning turned his back to him and said calmly: "Injured, recovery, death, resurrection... It turns out that there is no such easy thing."

Everything has a price.

No exceptions.

At least she is not the exception.

The boy's hands were a little cool.

His brows frowned even more and more tightly. The thin blood-colored mark on Tang Ning's back indeed grew a piece upward.

The growing living creatures no longer look like moles or silk threads.

He withdrew his hand and took a step back.

This thing is clearly a vine that can strangle people at any time.

It's so scary.

The last time he felt such a strong fear was more than 600 years ago. What kind of place was the Ninth Heaven where the gods were located?

Jialan looked ahead.

Tang Ning lowered his head slightly.
Chapter completed!