After all, she still had to find a way to escape on her own.

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Regardless of whether Ning Xiaoxian is difficult or not, time is always passing slowly.

She watched the peach blossoms bloom in the mountains, looked at the summer lotus buds, watched the maple leaves red, and watched the winter snow cover.

In this way, three reincarnations have passed.

Finally, when the autumn is good again, the snow on the tips of several peaks of Guanming Peak does not melt all year round, but the forests below the mountainside are dyed, and the flowers and trees are colorful, as if life is going to release the last enthusiasm before the arrival of midwinter.

Ning Xiaoxian's days were unwavering, and he spent most of his time in the Shanhai Pavilion. It was about the urgency of the war, and Huang Fuming did not often come to disturb her, and only came to find her for dinner every seven or eight days, even if he accompanied her to the bottom of the mountain, it would not take more than two hours to go back and forth.

The God King, who had forced her to be tired in the past, seemed to have become a gentleman of Wendun, and he even had to eat three feet away from her, and did not act more excessively.

While she couldn't ask for it, she was also secretly vigilant. That's not like Huang Fuming's character, this guy shouldn't be holding back some big moves behind his back, but in any case, she forcibly suppressed her nature, and for the past three and a half years, she tried to play a well-behaved captive, not stirring the wind or waves, quiet and silent.

Even by Changtian's side, she has never been so peaceful. Obviously this is against her nature, but she has to do it.

She thought she wouldn't be able to hold on, but time passed as she counted the days by day. It turns out that people are forced to the extreme and do everything.

Fortunately, in such a difficult time, good things always happen:

Two years ago, Xiaobailong successfully gave birth to a son, named Tang Xin, and Qingluan was not to be outdone, following her, she laid a whole litter of five eggs, most of which have hatched. Because they have been exchanged for blood in their mother's belly, they are born with pure-blooded Luan Bird and pure-blooded Chongming Bird.

According to the agreement between Hua Xiangrong and Ning Xiaoxian, Tang Fang and his wife only gave the child a milk name, and the big name was given to Ning Xiaoxian. Hua Xiangrong's prayer that night was particularly resentful: "Niangniang, did you happen to eat a boiled egg today?"

Due to the limited supernatural powers of Ning Xiaoxian, and because of well-known reasons, the number of Xuantian Niangniang's believers has declined in recent years. But among them, devout believers such as Hua Xiangrong and Qingluan, still insist on praying to her every day.

Qingluan usually makes some brief reports on the affairs of Nanbu Continent and Yinliu, and still routinely conducts official business as Ning Xiaoxian presides over the overall situation in Yinliu; Hua Xiangrong jumps out a lot, saying everything, and most often complains about his man's clumsiness, such as: "Niangniang, you don't know, when my son was born, this fool's expression when he saw him for the first time was like seeing a four-legged snake! I'm so angry, if I hadn't had no strength in my hands and feet at the time, I would have to jump up and slap him a few times!"

Ning Xiaoxian was drinking Chuanbei Sydney pear syrup at the time, and almost choked when he heard the words. Of course, the son born by the dragon is still a dragon, that is, a small hundred. It was no more than three feet long, with no dorsal spines and dragon whiskers growing, and it did look like an enlarged version of a four-legged snake...... It's no wonder that Tang Fang looks weird, no human man can run and jump when he sees his newborn son on all fours with a long tail, and his performance will not be much better than him.

However, the bond of faith can only be transmitted in one direction for the time being, and she can only listen silently, but she can't directly reply to Qingluan and Xiaobailong, but the two girls are still happy.

Ning Xiaoxian's own efforts have also borne fruit, and the divine thought that has been secretly monitoring her has changed from the beginning of the twelve hours of the day without interruption, to the current one or two hours that will sweep over to check her state.

As long as it is a human being, it will eventually slacken.

In fact, she still wanted to wait for Huang Fuming's interest in her to wane. After all, children are always interested in the toys they have just started, and after a long time, the freshness fades and they are abandoned.

Although Huang Fuming turned his love for her into an obsession, she still had a small hope in her heart, hoping that she would be such a toy that could be forgotten in the corner by the God King.

It's a pity that Huang Fuming's enthusiasm for her doesn't seem to have diminished. Although he couldn't get close, his eyes were always bright and ambitious when he looked at her.

She understands that kind of look very well, it is exactly how men look at the woman they love. If it weren't for the agreement between the two god realms, if it weren't for the obsession planted in his heart, she wouldn't dare to imagine her current situation.

In Zhuo Lan's opinion, this Xuantian Niangniang has become more and more silent, and she can often sit all day without saying a word. She also cautiously asked Niangniang why she was in a bad mood.

Ning Xiaoxian was in a trance, and replied lightly: "They complain about me to the bone." ”

What does this mean? Zhuo Lan was puzzled.

In fact, at that time, there was a news from the Wheel King, which was concise and to the point, but it was like a bolt from the blue to Nanbu Zhou, and it also blew her up for a long time:

"The western night fell, and Lang Qing died in battle. ”

Since the retreat of the hidden current to the southwest, the situation in the southern Ganbu Continent has gradually deteriorated. Finally, can't even bear the western night? This is a terrible signal, and any wise man who interprets it from it is a pessimistic reality and the future.

Lang Qing and Yan Lingxue, these two names that have intersected with her fate, now sound like a world away. The situation in the South Ganbu Continent is changing, and I don't know how many heroes have been buried quietly. She still remembered the first time she saw Yan Lingxue, a beauty like nephrite and soft willows, and the first time she saw Lang Qing, it was a high-spirited overlord.

As a result, even Lang Qing failed to survive this round of storms on the Southern Ganbu Continent, turning the earth into dust, and forgetting about the personnel from then on.

There are many, many immortal cultivators with the same fate as them, but after they disappear, they can't even leave their names.

Ning Xiaoxian had no choice but to sigh, embarrassed. No matter what kind of person Lang Qing is, in the end, he will die unyieldingly, and at the end, he will still be a good man after all!

The fall of the Western Night also meant that the most tenacious offensive built by the immortal cultivators in the north had also failed, and the resistance to the barbarians was about to enter the next low ebb. Especially the backer behind the West Night is the Master Huairou, and maybe there is a white tiger, even the two of them can't keep the West Night, which is even more intriguing.

This news was a blow to the already turbulent Southern Ganbu Continent and to the Immortal Sect, which was still struggling to resist the attack of the barbarians. The impact of this, even she dare not judge.

In the early morning of this day, Ning Xiaoxian got up again.

On weekdays, as long as she lifts the curtain, Zhuo Lan will come in to change her clothes and pull her hair. This time, however, the maid did not come in until she had changed her own clothes.

Ning Xiaoxian couldn't help but call softly: "Zhuo Lan?"

"In. Zhuo Lan's voice suddenly came from outside, with two points of calmness. But it's weird......