MTL - The Sword Dynasty-v8 Chapter 170 Dream

At this time she finally wanted to understand a bit.

The old Wang Jingmeng, today’s Ding Ning, could not fully understand her before the change of Changling.

Before that, she knew him better.

After the change of Changling, when he became Ding Ning in the alley, when he and his grandson Xue Xuexiu doubled, he finally became more aware of her.

This rain does not allow her to reveal signs.

The night of the cold use of the real yuan in the body, put on such a rain to go, just to shower her rain, seemingly meaningless, but it is deliberate humiliation.

Let her eat insects, let her dye the cold, let her rain, let her go like a funeral dog in the middle of the mountain to avoid the pursuit, even dare not deal with any one, but the other party deliberately put her back to the original shape, will She returned to the female repairer who had survived in Jiaodong County from the position of Queen Daqin.

All of this stems from Ding Ning's understanding of her.

It is this understanding that he counted that Ye Xinhe was likely to be killed by her to kill the Yanzong of Yuyang County.

Then he killed Ye Xinhe and found his place.

At the same time, these means for her are also reminding her that she was also right to him.

Today, he and her have no ruthlessness, just to return the hatred and humiliation of the year.

A mood that is very different from anger rises in her body along with the cold.

She can look directly at her inner existence, so she clearly knows what kind of emotion it is.

These years, more and more disappointment for Yuan Wu, and even complete disappointment, she can not have no regrets.

From the Changling of that year to the present, except that she was somewhat concerned about Wang Jingmeng, the rest of these heroes, the strongest people in the world, are also in the middle of her eyes, there is nothing to care about.

So she is really cold.

Many times people just look forward, and she only looks back when she walks to the position she saw that year.

After looking back, there was remorse. She had thought about it. Maybe she had the opportunity to return to the past. She was with Wang Jingmeng.

However, this kind of remorse that occasionally appears is pierced by reality and cold rain.

Unrealistic childishness is ruthlessly destroyed, and this is where her emotions are.

Zheng sleeves stood in this cold rain for a long time.

Then she went to the depths of the snow in the forest.

She managed to bury herself in the snow without leaving any traces, and then closed her eyes.

This is not to bury myself, just because in the upcoming snowy night, such a snow pile can make her maintain some heat, and it will be colder outside.

When the torrential rain that led to the cold of the night was falling, Ding Ning propped up a large oil-paper umbrella on his head.

It is Chen Qingqing, the female son of Chen Guo, who helped him with his umbrella.

If hate is said, the hatred between her and Zheng Shou is no less than the hatred between Ding Ning and Zheng Shou.

Because in a sense, the sword mark on her face caused by Zheng sleeve ruined her life.

Ding Ning's gaze fell through the rain curtain into the mountain forest where the snow fell.

His eyes are calm.

When you completely get rid of those past, his pace is getting easier and firmer.

He did not bloom any air, and the body came from a chill. From time to time, the true spirit between his body and the sea was more and more perfect, reaching a situation he had never had before.

The subtle heart knot is also the knot.

The unraveling of each knot is also a shackle for his cultivation.

This pursuit is also a practice for him.

A very special practice.

There are no obvious traces along the way. It is indeed not a game of the old tomb. It is not so simple to find her.

However, a person's habits, preferences, and skills are often the brand that one cannot change.

When the rain fell, he knew that Zheng Shou is likely to find a place to shelter from the wind and a slightly warmer place.

In the mountains of hundreds of miles, there are many such places.

However, Zheng Shou does not use the real yuan, there are many blockades, she will not go very far.

Ding Ning also stopped.

He waited patiently for the rain to stop.

The nighttime cold and indulgence of the real yuan has gathered hundreds of miles of water vapor, making this piece of the world not only without snow, even the clouds have become extremely rare.

Chen Guo’s son, Ji Qingqing, took the umbrella and waited silently behind Ding Ning.

A Shushan Jianzong practitioner wearing a jade-colored gown appeared in her sight.

This Shushan Jianzong practitioner wearing a jade-colored gown is not a sword, but a bark.

A lot of people followed him and helped him bring some wooden boxes that looked very closed.

When these wooden boxes were opened, there were countless subtle flapping sounds between the heavens and the earth.

Zheng sleeve woke up in his sleep and woke up from his dreams.

Her body function has been reduced to the level of hibernation like a turtle, breathing is extremely weak, and even the heart occasionally beats.

It was just that the sound was not enough to wake her up in this turtle's sleep.

The snow outside her has moved.

In her perception, there are many insects flying in the air, and then looking for a relatively warm place, falling, drilling into the snow, and drilling into the warmer depths of the snow.

Thousands of mountains and snow seals, there is no such thing as flying insects.

The unique medicinal properties of these insects also make her skin naturally feel a sense of numbness, allowing her to react instantly to the handwriting.

Her heart violently contracted and then violently beaten.

The almost frozen blood in her body, an instant recovery, crazy rogue.

There are dozens of colorful insects that have passed through the snow that has accumulated on her body and landed on her.

In the moment of contact with her skin, there is a layer of sparkling energy on her skin.

The insects died silently, but in the next moment, the insects were wrapped in a green flame, burning and turning into air mass.

The snow pile picked up and turned into a **** fog.

Zheng Shou’s figure rushed out like a ghost, and instantly disappeared into this mountain.

Her perfect face is as cold as a porcelain piece.

She no longer hides her own behavior because she has already been exposed.

At this moment, there was a roar of roaring drums in the sky. In the silent forest, there were dozens of huge fire pillars at the same time, and the top of the valley was shining like white.

Ding Ning walked out of a marching camp.

Zheng Shou’s figure is very fast, so fast that the sky’s hovering snake is not clear at all, but in his perception, it is clear that there is a flowing wind.

His figure also disappeared instantly in front of this marching camp.

At the same time, the snoring of countless blue wolves in the mountains seemed to cheer him.