Chapter 47 Plague

"I'm not looking for Gan'er, hurry up." Yan Xuan urged.

He didn't want Yi Ning to see him make a move. Even if he really wanted to kill someone, he would wipe the bloody knife clean and never let Yi Ning know.

Yi Ning knew that he deliberately drove him away, and it just so happened that he didn't want to stay here, and the events of last night always made him a little afraid to face Yan Xuan.

It seems that Yan Xuan should not know what happened last night. He calmed down a little.

After Yi Ning left, Yan Xuan put down the knife and said in a cold voice, "Speak if you have something to say."

The woman bowed her body and said meekly: "Fu Zhuo let me tell you that Gong Xiuxian went to him to solve the Gu worm backlash."

On the night of the heavy rain, Gong Xiuxian broke into the underground palace with his sword in hand. The blood vessels in his body were clearly visible, and black blood like worms was surging in it, like boiling water, rushing wildly in the blood vessels.

This kind of backlash would make him worse off than death within forty-nine days, and in the end he would be tortured alive until his veins burst and his seven orifices bleed to death.

It was only the third day.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Zhuo looked slightly surprised, but he said, "As expected of Yan Xuan's style."

After speaking, as if admiring a masterpiece, he looked up and down, and finally his eyes fell back to Gong Xiuxian's cold and stern face, tsk tsk: "Xiao Xianchang, why are you staring at me like this, it's Yan Xuan who gave you such a shot. It's not me."

Gong Xiuxian didn't know his identity, but he knew that the person who put the Gu insect and the letter on his desk was absolutely inseparable from the person in front of him.

The letter clearly stated: "This Gu can help you win Yi Ning. If you want to join forces with me, you can go to Qingcheng Teahouse to find the shopkeeper."

In this way, he got the Gu worm. If it wasn't for the Master's repeated stimulation, he would not choose to put the Gu worm on the Master.

He just... was about to be driven crazy by the master.

Unexpectedly, after the master escaped that day, for some reason he couldn't control the Gu worm, and after that, he became what he is now.

Real life is better than death.

All he can do is lie on the master's couch, hold the master's quilt tightly, and smell the breath left by the master, that is his only consolation before he wants to commit suicide in pain.

Master... He really misses Master.

After Yan Xuan heard the woman's description, her expression moved slightly, and she said lightly, "Fu Zhuo save him?"

"Of course, he will save Gong Xiuxian, otherwise why would the two of you fight?" The woman came over and deliberately lowered her voice: "However, these are things Fu Zhuo won't let me tell you. I worship Zun The demeanor of the Lord will definitely tell you everything.”

Hearing this, Yan Xuan sneered, separated her and himself with the tip of a knife, and said, "Then, do you want me to thank you?"

The woman slapped Yan Xuan with a round fan and said, "Your Highness to extinguish the fire, Rongrong has no intention of doing this. Although I am Fu Zhuo's inner demon, it is also something he hates very much. He hates me, and I hate him too. . He admires the Lord, and so do I."

nausea. Yan Xuan thought.

He turned around and ignored her, but slept with Yi Ning in his arms last night. He was in a good mood now, and he didn't want these dirty things to ruin his mood.

The woman stared at his back, sighed quietly, and summoned a few demon cultivators from behind to say, "Since your lord doesn't look down on my dirty status and is unwilling to cooperate, then let's spread the plague out."

The magic cultivators nodded and disappeared in the shadows the next moment.

The only woman was standing there, looking into the distance.

Fu Yan, if you want to treat me as a chess piece that can be discarded at will, then I will never let you succeed easily.

Zhuo Rongrong, Zhuo is the Zhuo of Fu Zhuo. Disgusting indeed.

Yan Xuan walked through the corridor in the backyard of the restaurant, just in time to see Yi Ning teaching Gan Er what to play, and he approached quietly without making any sound.

"No, that's not right, it's the wild path and the clouds, and the river boat fire alone." Yi Ning gently held Gan'er's hand and slowly wrote these two sentences on the table.

With a bitter face, Gan Er held the brush and thought hard, "What will you write next?"

Yi Ning chuckled lightly, nodded her forehead and said, "Fei Hua Ling is not what you play like this, you have to think for yourself."

It turned out to be playing Fei Hua Ling, Yan Xuan leaned on the beam and lowered his eyes to look, the dark color in his eyes flashed past.

He also wanted to be taught to write by Yi Ning like this.

And this Xiang Gan Er felt like a little dirt hat, she really couldn't understand who invented such a strange game, she had to write a poem, and there must be the word "cloud" in the poem.

Is the cloud something very important? Gan Er looked up at the clouds floating in the sky and began to bite the pen in distress.

"Clouds are floating in the sky, and people are watching from the ground!" Gan Er finally thought of a suitable sentence and said excitedly.

Just listening to it is nonsense.

Yan Xuan laughed in his heart and walked slowly to them.

The top of his head was suddenly shrouded in shadows, Yi Ning raised his head, and was firmly locked in his arms by Yan Xuan, he pulled Gan'er away, held Yi Ning's fingers and squeezed the pen holder, wrote down on the paper, and approached his ear and said, "People Humane, Liu waist.

Yesterday, the mountains were twilight, and when came there was a cloud on clothes. "

Saying that, he placed his palm lightly on Yi Ning's waist and hugged him in his arms, "Shangxian, does this count as taking your order?"

Yi Ning's body froze, and the temperature of the palm came clearly through the clothes, making him recall the feeling of Yan Xuan lingering on him yesterday.

He tried to dodge, but was held tight. Yi Ning's breathing was stagnant, and he tried to say calmly: "The format is not neat, you are not as good as Gan'er."

Gan Er jumped up and down happily, picked up the piece of paper on which she had written the poem, and turned it around, looking at it and looking at it, she was very happy.

"Oh, is that so." Yan Xuan left his breath in his ear intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a low voice, "Can Shangxian give me another chance and ask me to pick it up again?"

"No." Yi Ning simply refused, struggling to get out of his arms, only to feel a little cold on his face.

Yan Xuan was not willing to give up easily, sticking behind him, and said softly: "Then Shangxian also taught me, just like he taught Gan Er."

Yi Ning glanced at him in disbelief and said, "How can you and Gan Er be able to generalize and learn by yourself."

Even the kid Gan Er had to fight, Yan Xuan's temperament was really... naive and unreasonable.

"Shangxian taught her, but can't teach me?" Yan Xuan put his head on his shoulder, pretending to be disappointed, and said aggrievedly: "It's not fair."

Yi Ning held his forehead, as if he was being pressed and rubbed by a poor big dog. Although it was extremely disgusting, he still couldn't bear to throw it away.

"Then sit down." After Yi Ning compromised, Yan Xuan sat down on Gan Er's seat just now, leaning on his chin and smiling deeply.

Yi Ning pursed his lips tightly, and finally sighed, sat down beside him, and said helplessly: "Sit upright." Always leaning on him is bad.

Yan Xuan sat upright obediently, but tilted his head to look at him: "Shang Xian wants to teach me like Gan Er."

"You can't write? Or can't you write poetry? I think you're usually a bunch of idiots." Yi Ning couldn't bear it any longer and blurted out.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xuan's face darkened, and he said in a very light and light voice, "Well, I see."

Yi Ning:  …

Every time Yan Xuan is like this, Yi Ning thinks that he is going too far, and the words are serious.

"In Feihua Ling, the five characters must be matched to the five characters, the poem is the poem, and the word is the word." Yi Ning said softly.

Yan Xuan lowered her eyelashes and made an unexplainable "um" sound, showing a low mood.

Yi Ning softened for no reason and said softly, "Come and try the word 'cloud'."

"I won't." Yan Xuan turned her head away, still holding the pen in her fingers, as if waiting for Yi Ning to do something.

After a long time, Yi Ning sighed and said in a low voice, "Childish but not naive." Then he stretched out his hand to cover Yan Xuan's fingers, slowly scribbled on the paper, and wrote a poem.

Wrapped in the warm and dry palms, Yan Xuan squinted slightly and leaned against Yi Ning's arms quietly.

So comfortable.

The poisonous snake rested on the plum branch, sniffing the delicate fragrance in the flower buds.

"What I just said, do you understand?" Yi Ning looked down at him, only to find that he was staring at his hand in a trance, and couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't hear it at all, did you?"

Yan Xuan smiled, the pointy tiger teeth seemed to bite people very painfully, and she admitted it very naturally: "Yes."

With such an embrace, how could he calm down and think about poetry.

In the Yan family, in order to save her mother from being beaten and scolded, Yan Xuan listened to the lectures diligently, but in fact, it did not play any role.

Yi Ning let go of his hand, just about to say no, but he was angry with him.

But he heard Gan Er shout from outside: "Hu Xiaobai! Where are you going with your baggage! Do you want to escape!"

Yi Ning looked up and saw that Xiaobai had just stepped out of the threshold and then stopped in place. He turned back crying and said, "I just went out for a walk, not to run away."

Gan Er trotted over to unload his small burden and grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving.

"It's not that I want to run away, it's really too late if I don't leave." Seeing that he couldn't hide, Xiaobai had to hold Gan'er's hand and said, "You can go back to the Tiger Clan with me, I just heard from outsiders that the city started There is a plague!"

plague?

Yi Ning put down the pen and wanted to walk over to ask, but Yan Xuan grabbed his wrist and said, "What are you going to do?"

I want to be more busy. Yan Xuan gritted his teeth angrily and said, "Don't forget what you came to Nanke Ze for."

Yi Ning put his hand to his lips with a guilty conscience and whispered, "I know, I'm just curious to ask."

"Do you believe it when you say it?" Yan Xuan still didn't let go, and the good atmosphere was ruined again.

Yi Ning blushed slightly, raised his eyes to look at him, and said, "I don't care what happens, it's not my rule of thumb. It's not the way in my heart."

Therefore, it is also part of his practice to take care of these things.

"As you like." Yan Xuan met such a look, and what she wanted to say suddenly choked.

That's right, it's not Yi Ning if he doesn't care about his business.

So, in the corridor of the restaurant, Xiaobai got another kick on his butt.

"It's fine to go by yourself, do you still want to kidnap Tan Gan?"

Xiaobai shrank in the corner with a sad face, and said in a sullen voice, "I'm here to talk about sweetness, not to harm her."

He went outside to find chicken legs to eat at noon, and he heard a lot of people screaming in the street, vomiting blood and going crazy, very strange and terrifying. He managed to hold a little magician who knew about it, and only then did he know what happened.

It turns out that there are people infected with the plague everywhere in Nanke Ze, and within an hour, a large number of people are infected. I don't know what caused it at all, the sick person is hot all over, and the fever does not go away.

First, blue scales like fish scales appeared on his forehead, then he vomited blood, and as time went on, he vomited black blood mixed with bile.

Frail people have started to die one after another.

That's why he wanted to run in a hurry, and his intuition told him that this was definitely something Fu Zhuo and the others did.

"The wind and rain have been good recently, and there is no natural disaster of dead animals at all. How could the epidemic suddenly start to spread!" Yi Ning said eagerly, it is not that he has not seen the epidemic.

Such a terrifying dead elephant, he never wanted to see it a second time in his life.

The epidemic is extremely deadly to both demons and humans. If it is not contained in time, it will only take four or five days for Nanke Ze to turn into a dead city!

How could it be so sudden... Yi Ning just felt dizzy, as if he could barely stand on his feet.

"Don't worry." Yan Xuan frowned slightly, put her hand on Yi Ning's back, and said, "I'll deal with it."

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