"Daughter, there are so many young talents in my Xueyun Country, why did you fall in love with a foreigner with a family. ”

Queen Nalan spoke bitterly, but Nalan Shu didn't listen to it at all. Nalan Shu drew the moon with a silver move, and the sword was raised, and a white sword light with cold mist broke through the air, which was really as pure as the Xuanyue in the sky.

"Grandma, if you really feel sorry for your daughter, then let me meet with Brother Shang, no matter what, I don't care anymore, whatever. ”

Hearing her daughter say this, a little struggle flashed in the eyes of the queen Nalan clan, Nalan Shu has a straightforward personality and will follow her words, if it was in the past, Nalan clan would definitely not suspect anything, but now is different from the past, so Nalan clan has never agreed.

Regarding her mother's silence, Nalan Shu also responded with silence, and the two mothers and daughters seemed to be frozen. Although we are still together every day, a gap that has never existed has begun

But it doesn't seem like a way to go. The two were at a stalemate for more than half a month, and Queen Nalan finally relented today and sighed: "Then you are not allowed to see him alone, and Grandma must also be present, otherwise you will not think about it in your life." ”

Nalan Shu's palms trembled suddenly, and the Hanmao Sword he held instantly had a slight deviation, the sword flowers that were originally condensed in the air collapsed, and dozens of sword lights scattered away, and suddenly rolled up countless snow and rose into the air, and then sprinkled it one after another, falling on Nalan Shu's body.

At this moment, Nalan Shu was silent, but what was different before was that his eyes had begun to glow with sparkling light.

"Okay, then tomorrow!"

Front Palace, Orchid Garden.

It's a sunny day. After recognizing Narantuo's uncle, Ziqi has now suddenly become the second most influential person in the palace after Shang Zhengyu, and all the guards everywhere he went bowed down to him, making Ziqi unaccustomed to it, and even stayed in Lanting Garden for a while without stepping out of the courtyard gate.

Originally, according to the rules of the Snow Cloud Country, Nalan Tuo had already ordered Ziqi to move into the harem, but Ziqi was still willing to be with Shang Zhengyu and them, so he still lived in Lanting Garden.

Wan Yanjing is not an idle character, at this moment, there are still many young heroes in the city who rushed to Yunxiao City because of the competition to recruit relatives, and they have not left, and they have spontaneously organized some small rings in the city. After finishing Yan Jing, she liked to be lively, and today she immediately pulled her son to abandon the palace, leaving Shang Zhengyu alone to meditate and practice in Lanting Garden.

"The queen has arrived! Princess Nalan has arrived!"

With the loud shouts of the leader of the Lanting Garden outside the door, the door of the Lanting Garden was suddenly opened from the outside, and the queen Nalan and Nalan Shu walked into the Lanting Garden side by side.

"Shang Zhengyu, I have seen the queen mother, Her Royal Highness the princess. On such an occasion, Shang Zhengyu naturally couldn't be presumptuous, and bowed down to the two according to etiquette.

"Shang Zhengyu, get up and speak. "To Shang Zhengyu Queen Nalan is still very polite.

Shang Zhengyu got up and met Nalan Shu's gaze towards him, and suddenly felt the energy in his eyes that was so hot that it almost melted everything, but Shang Zhengyu only showed a faint smile on his face, like a big brother looking at his young sister.

Neither Nalan Shu nor Shang Zhengyu spoke first, and the two looked at each other in silence.

The brilliance in Nalan Shu's eyes was getting brighter and brighter, but it was there

At a certain moment, it suddenly dimmed, looking at the reflection of himself in Shang Zhengyu's pupils, seeing this person standing here alone, surrounded by snow, Nalan Shu suddenly smiled.

There is no need for words, a glance at each other has already made both of them understand each other's hearts.

"Nalan. Do you look at this snow-capped mountain, is it beautiful?" Shang Zhengyu looked away, looked at the snow white in the sky and on the ground, and smiled with emotion: "If it weren't for the Yanjing meeting, I'm afraid you and I wouldn't have had anything to do in this life." You were born here, grew up here, and belong here. You are the snow on the top of the mountain, and I am only a stubborn rock under the dust. ”

"Brother Shang, I understand what you mean. But Nalan Shu still wanted to work hard. Nalan Shu suddenly pulled out the Hanmao sword on his waist and pulled out a sword flower, and finally the sword pointed directly at Shang Zhengyu: "Compete with me once, it seems that we have never really fought with each other once." ”

"If I win, you stay and be my man! If you win, then ...... I will be your Nalan sister for the rest of my life!"

Queen Nalan Shu's eyes suddenly lit up, Nalan Shu has always said the same, and that stubbornness is the same as her father Nalan Tuo. Since Nalan Shu said so, he has made a decision in his heart, in fact, this result is already obvious, Nalan Shu is just a situation cultivator, and Shang Zhengyu is indeed a solid artistic conception powerhouse, as long as Shang Zhengyu does not take the initiative to admit defeat, Nalan Shu will be safe and has no possibility of winning.

This battle is the end of everything.

Shang Zhengyu took a step back, the smile in his eyes gradually retracted, his feet were wrong back and forth, and he said in a condensed voice: "Please." ”

Nalan Shu never inks, she says she will do it! Han Hao instantly swept out eight sword flowers, and the pure white sword flowers were like snow lotus on the snow mountain, and the persistent and stubborn choice bloomed desperately in the bitter cold. Nalan Shu has completely condensed his personal emotions between his own swords, these emotions seem to give Han Hao a soul in an instant, and it is indomitable to Shang Zhengyu, not hurrying, like crying, but every inch seems to cut off the past, cutting off the past.

At this moment, an irrepressible feeling suddenly emerged in Shang Zhengyu's heart: Hanyu, crying.

Shang Zhengyu sighed secretly in his heart, but he was a little dissatisfied in his hands, his palms were like two doors blocked left and right, there was no cold wind, no emotion, it was like waving goodbye to the long-lost old friend in front of him, that kind of indifference and ease, which suddenly made the stabbing Han Wei pause slightly.

At this moment, Nalan Shu felt that her heart was suddenly pinched, and this sword could no longer be pierced.

The two froze, just like two stone statues, the snowflakes in the sky were still flying, falling on Nalan Shu's forehead and Shang Zhengyu's hands.

Nalan Shu moved!

But Han Hao just lightly tapped the palm of Shang Zhengyu's flat and immediately pulled away, just like a passerby gently knocking on a person's door, but before the owner opened the door, he suddenly left hastily, leaving only a line of footprints in the snow to tell the owner who opened the door.

I've been here and now I'm leaving.

Han Miao slowly returned to the sheath, Nalan Shu always lowered her head, but also closed her palms and didn't say anything.

"It's my birthday in January, and you must come when the time comes, Brother Shang. ”

Nalan Shu, who left these words, directly turned around and left Lan Tingyuan, and her hair was like a churning wave, flapping

The snow that fell from the sky melted. At this moment, Nalan Shu was gloomy, but in the gloom, there was a piece of color that never faded.

That was Nalan Shu's inner stubbornness.

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Zhuozhou, a dilapidated ancient temple.

The ancient temple has been dilapidated, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds, and even the huge treasure tripod that was originally placed in front of the main hall for people to put incense money has now been stolen by unknown Xiaoxiao, leaving only four pits in the empty courtyard that have been grinding out for many years.

This ancient temple has been abandoned for a long time, but today a group of uninvited guests have come.

The moon is in the sky, and the stars are hanging high. I only heard the sound of clothes flying frequently, and six black shadows fell into the courtyard over the broken wall.

The six of them were in a circle, each of them wrapped in a black cloak, embroidered with a bloody tiger with a large mouth embroidered with dark red silk thread, each of them revealing a pair of black boots with silver strokes under the cloak, and the black hood and mask on their heads also hid them tightly, there was nothing that could reveal their identity, and even everyone came empty-handed, even if they had weapons, they were cleverly hidden close to their bodies, making it difficult for others to find out.

The only mark that counts is that each person's chest is marked with their own number in blood, so that from three to eight, I don't know what it means.

No one spoke, and there was a familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere on the field, but it seemed as if everyone had become accustomed to it.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

The person who spoke should be a woman from the figure, even if she has a sense of anger at the moment, but there is still a flattery in her voice, as if it is from her bones, innate.

She had an eight written on her chest.

"It's only three watches, and there is still half an hour left before the agreed time. A tall and strong man standing with his hands in his hands slowly spoke, his voice was rich and powerful, and his internal cultivation had reached the realm of transformation. He is the highest-numbered person at the moment: three.

seemed to be a little jealous of this man, and the woman known as No. Eight suddenly stopped talking, but the temperament exuded from her body had changed subtly, and a faint impatience lingered.

No one spoke for the next incense stick, and just as the eighth was about to erupt, two more black shadows rushed into the hospital, and the man with one on his chest laughed loudly, his voice was old, but the old man could not hide his excitement.

"We're late, I hope you don't blame us. ”

The original atmosphere of the people in the field was much more restrained because of the arrival of No. 1, and then the eyes of the six people focused on the man in black beside No. 1 at the same time, and even a few people involuntarily took a step back.

Without him, just because they all felt a murderous aura that was so rich that it could almost be dissolved from this person, even if this person was extremely clever at reining in these murderous aura, but in this group of people who had been in the rivers and lakes for decades, they still felt it for the first time.

But what they were most concerned about was not the murderous aura hidden in this person, but the number that had never appeared on his heart:

Nine.