Chapter 36 Chapter 36 "You are afraid." Shen Qian said nothing...
Heavy snow fell all over the earth.
Dark clouds covered the sky, pink petals danced everywhere, and the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles were covered in wind and snow, as if they had never existed in this world.
Yao Ning was alone, walking slowly in the snow.
Her spiritual sense covered both the immortals and demons of the Nine Continents, and she could even feel everyone's breath.
Under the heavy snow, something was quietly changing. Yao Ning "saw" those people slowly becoming inhuman.
They were not human, but close to demons. Some had horns on their heads, some had snake tails growing out of their spines, and some raised their eyes, their pupils were scarlet and cold.
In the demon world, the demon prostrated himself and begged for forgiveness: "Your Majesty, I have been tempted by the righteous path. Please grant me your grace and do not let me become a weak mortal."
The demonic aura around him gradually faded, the murderous intent in his eyes vanished, and the thick blood energy dissipated, revealing a fair and gentle face.
Countless screams pierced the sky, and Yao Ning frowned.
"Bang."
“Bang, bang.”
Those shocked faces instantly exploded into a bloody mist.
Yao Ning felt a moment of pleasure.
Blood mist exploded one after another.
All over Jiuzhou, it seemed as if the forests were dyed with colors in an instant, and the bright peach blossoms were in full bloom.
The crimson blood mist spread and spread, coating the vast earth.
There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, blood was flowing everywhere, and wailing was everywhere, but Yao Ning walked among them with his clothes still clean.
Everyone in the world is dead. In the boundless silence, Yao Ning doesn't know how much time has passed. Maybe it's just a moment, or maybe it's tens of millions of years.
She walked up the long steps in front of the Xuanqing Sect's mountain gate and crossed the towering square avenue.
The corpses were scattered all over the place and were gradually buried by the falling snow.
She heard a dull "thump, thump" sound.
He was a hunchbacked old man, leaning on a cane, with a fierce look of unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.
The old woman walked straight past Yao Ning, grabbed a child from the snow, and threatened: "Little devil, stop crying! Do you want to kill me?!"
Only then did Yao Ning hear the low sobs. His eyes moved from the old man's shoulder to a pair of dirty little faces. The children were wearing linen clothes, their hands and feet were chapped, and their faces were red from the cold.
She has a pair of almond-shaped eyes exactly like Yao Ning's.
The old woman slapped the child hard on the back twice, as if to vent her anger. The child staggered, stopped crying, and looked at the old woman in horror.
The old woman looked around in panic, gritted her teeth, and grabbed the child's arm: "Hide, we have to hide! We can't let her see us."
She looked around, her eyes brightening. "There's a big house over there. I hid in that big house before and escaped a great disaster! Don't cry! Come with me!"
Yao Ning looked indifferently at the old man and the child trudging towards the Taishi Hall with difficulty, and his five fingers slowly tightened.
The old man and the child suddenly stopped where they were, their bodies convulsing and shaking, their faces turning purple, and the blood in their bodies rushing outwards, as if they were about to explode into two blood flowers in the next moment.
The old man held the child's hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, little devil!"
Yao Ning looked at all this indifferently, with his five fingers gathered together——
Suddenly, a vague whisper echoed from the void, as if calling: "Aning?"
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The moonlight shines through the pine trees in the garden's rockery, casting a shadow on the ground. The night wind is chilly, and the dewdrops condensed on the leaves slide down, reflecting the withered cherry trees.
Chen Qian leaned against the pillar outside Yao Ning's room, his eyebrows and eyes sunk in the shadows, his gaze blankly chasing a drifting petal, and he reached out to catch it with great care.
Suddenly, he frowned and looked towards Yao Ning's room.
There was a chaotic spiritual power flowing out, and he moved his ears and heard the sound of pillow rubbing.
The petals flew away from his palm with the wind. Chen Qian hesitated for a moment, then walked to the door.
With a creaky sound, the door was gently pushed open.
Chen Qian walked into a dark room.
He heard Yao Ning's breathing, sometimes steady, sometimes very rapid.
Chen Qian walked to the bed and rolled up the gauze bed curtains. The hazy moonlight came in through the window, illuminating Yao Ning's peaceful sleeping face.
Shen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, sat beside the bed, and looked at the woman on the bed quietly.
Sweat slowly appeared on her forehead. When Chen Qian saw it, he carefully wiped it with a handkerchief.
Suddenly, Yao Ning frowned, as if he had dreamed of something painful.
“No… No…”
A vague dream mumbling escaped him, and Chen Qian paused, asking worriedly, "Aning?"
*
"A Ning?"
The voice seemed to come from ancient times, vague yet familiar, and Yao Ning paused.
The shackles were instantly released, and the old man took two deep breaths, picked up the limp child and said, "Let's go, kid!"
In the blink of an eye, the two men stepped over corpses and blood, leaving behind two long sets of footprints, and disappeared in the wind and snow.
Yao Ning's eyes were indifferent, he was too lazy to look for it and continued to move forward.
The Taishi Hall was deserted, with wind and snow pouring in, causing the curtains to flutter. Yao Ning walked slowly through the thin layer of snow until he reached the main seat at the end.
She turned around and sat down, and then she heard a sound as clear as an ice spring.
"That's the Sect Master's chair, Junior Sister. You've crossed the line."
Yao Ning looked up and saw Shen Qiao sitting beside the main seat, wearing a white robe as white as snow, with an indifferent look on his face.
"Brother Chen, they're all dead. There are only you and me left in this world." Yao Ning admired his beauty, red lips and white teeth, for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You still don't want to look at me?"
Chen Qian's gaze fell on Yao Ning, but it was no different from looking at a tree or a flower, without any ripples.
Yao Ning narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "Kneel down."
Chen Qian remained calm and didn't even bother to look at her.
Yao Ning looked at his back for a while, then looked at the road where the bones were piled up. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, his eyes flickered with amusement, and he said in a gentle voice: "Brother Chen, take off your clothes and kneel at my feet."
Chen Qian looked at her, his eyes clearly divided into black and white, his eyes as bright as autumn water, and he slowly uttered two words: "What?"
Yao Ning stared at his eyes intently, and suddenly, the white hem of her skirt turned bright red, and the red color spread rapidly upwards as if it had life, and her whole temperament changed drastically in an instant.
She was wearing a bright red dress, and her eyes were beautifully upturned, with a peach blossom hairpin at the end, a dot of bright red, like a spot of blood.
She raised her chin disdainfully, a strong evil aura emanating from her.
She opened her lips slightly, like a tempting seductress: "Take off your clothes and kneel at my feet."
As if tempted, Chen Qian walked up to her step by step, staring at her with his clear eyes without blinking. After a while, he leaned forward and the distance between them suddenly shortened, so close that she could see his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.
"Junior Sister." Chen Qian's plump red lips curled up slightly, attracting Yao Ning's gaze. "No one has ever dared to speak to me in this tone in my life, and no one has ever dared to say such words to me. You are the first."
He stood up and said solemnly, "I will put on my clothes and watch you kneel before the Sect Master and repent for your disrespect and usurpation today."
*
"Take off your clothes and kneel at my feet."
After Yao Ning calmed down for a moment, he suddenly uttered these words in his dream.
Shen Qianshou paused and looked at her face in disbelief.
The woman's face was rosy, with a hint of sweat on her forehead, and her brows seemed to be half-knitted, obviously she was still dreaming.
The clear sentence just now seemed like an illusion caused by the fatigue and sadness of days.
He withdrew his hand in a daze and looked away awkwardly.
There were no lights on in the room, illuminated only by the dim moonlight. The light gauze swayed without wind, gradually becoming frantic.
The disordered spiritual power increased sharply. Yao Ning gritted his teeth on the couch, as if he was fighting against something terrible in his dream. With a "swish", as if responding to the dream talk, Yao Ning's pajamas and bed curtains suddenly tore apart. Chen Qian used his spiritual power to resist the tearing force, but saw that the quilt was torn and the cotton wool flew all over the bed, revealing Yao Ning's body under the torn clothes.
Chen Qian suddenly stood up and turned around, his clothes rippled and a blush crept up to his ears. He calmed his heartbeat for a moment, then walked to the wardrobe with a sullen face.
He took out pajamas and a quilt, closed his eyes, wrapped the person tightly, and stuffed him into the brocade back.
Then he slowly opened his eyes and tucked the quilt for her.
His movements were gentle and patient, and he couldn't help but let out a slightly sarcastic smile.
"She's obviously my wife, but I'm afraid that seeing her will make you angry."
He sketched the woman's sleeping face, and seeing that she was still restless, his expression grew serious.
"Aning, wake up." He shook Yao Ning's shoulders, "Wake up quickly."
*
"Wake up."
A familiar whisper sounded from the void, this time clear and loud, as if it was right next to my ear.
The world before my eyes shook violently, the pillars of the Taishi Hall were broken, the roof beams fell, and heavy ashes were stirred up.
Chen Qian was still standing aside in white clothes, with a handsome face, like a beautiful green lotus, but he was also cold and contemptuous, and did not even look at Yao Ning.
She sat on the main seat, her features still calm amidst the chaotic shaking and collapsing of the room.
She looked at Shen Qian's back and repeated again: "Take off your clothes and kneel at my feet."
The sound was very light, drowned out by the sound of collapse and destruction.
Chen Qian's back was still straight and motionless.
Yao Ning's black eyes gradually turned blood red, becoming scarlet and violent. She began to repeat those words, her voice resounding throughout the universe.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the broken beams and pillars fell back, the rubble reassembled, filling the empty walls, and in an instant the Tai Shi Hall returned to its original appearance.
The whispers in the void disappeared, and the world was dead silent. Only Yao Ning's voice echoed among the mountains and rivers.
The shadow of a blood-red phoenix rose, and the pure glazed fire burned throughout the three thousand worlds. In the vast universe, only the Taishi Palace remained as a piece of pure land.
The phoenix shadow perched above the palace, its cold eyes gleaming with murderous intent, as if waiting for an order to burn this place and the entire world to ashes.
*
The spiritual flow suddenly swung open, breaking the doors and windows, sweeping the vases to the ground, shaking the room, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard made "crackling" sounds and broke under the heavy weight.
Chen Qian used his spiritual power to suppress Yao Ning's violent outflow of spiritual energy, but found that it was of no use.
His brows knitted together, and he subconsciously wanted to pick up Yao Ning, but he paused and instead held her hand. The crackling lightning and thunder passed through the place where they held hands and entered Yao Ning's body.
The strong wind gradually died down, and the violent and agitated force gradually subsided.
Chen Qian wanted to continue waking her up, but hesitated for a moment when he saw her frown.
He picked up the handkerchief and slowly wiped the sweat from her cheek.
*
In the Taishi Hall, Chen Qian turned around and came to Yao Ning again.
He lowered his eyes, looked into Yao Ning's eyes as if attracted, and then nodded slowly: "I will take off my clothes and kneel at your feet."
She placed her slender fingers on her waist and slowly untied her belt.
"Don't be afraid, kid, it's okay!"
A sudden voice sounded in the hall.
The old woman thought she was suppressing her voice, but her voice was so rough and loud that no one knew how far it could be heard.
Yao Ning looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man in the corner holding the child tightly in his arms, looking outside in horror.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
She coaxed the child in an unnatural voice, and the voice gradually became soft and clear when it fell into her ears, with a bit of the magnetism of the voice change period.
Yao Ning looked closely and saw that the old woman hugging the child in the corner had turned into a teenage boy in fancy clothes.
Memories came flooding back like a tide. It was a snowy day when I was a child. I was hiding in a pile of firewood to avoid the cold, and was picked up by a man who seemed like a god descending from heaven.
The scarlet in her eyes gradually faded and her gaze became blank.
Beside the main seat, the Immortal Lord Qingjun had taken off all his clothes and was bending his legs, ready to kneel at her feet.
Yao Ning felt a sharp pain in his eyes. He suddenly picked up the cloak from the side and shook it loosely over the man.
She hugged him and whispered, "No need."
*
Yao Ning suddenly opened his eyes and met the eyes of the person in his dream.
The night wind rushed in through the wide-open window, and the moonlight spread all over the ground, illuminating his unparalleled handsome face.
Yao Ning lowered his gaze and saw that he was dressed neatly, and he let out a silent breath.
Then he moved his hand, but found that it was held tightly by someone.
Shen Qian looked at her struggling fingers, pursed his lips, and did not let go.
The two of them held hands and stared at each other quietly.
After a long while, Yao Ning asked, "Why are you here?"
Shen Qian said softly: "You had a nightmare, and I happened to pass by and heard it."
Yao Ning looked at the mess in the room and the bloodstain on Shen Qian's face. His eyes flashed and he gestured for the two to shake hands: "What are you doing?"
"You were scared." Chen Qian said calmly, "so you held on to me tightly."
Yao Ning looked at him calmly and said, "You can let go now."
Chen Qian let go of her hand disappointedly.
He stood up, and with a thought, the room returned to normal.
After standing there for a while with nostalgia, Chen Qian tactfully left.
But he heard Yao Ning's hesitant voice behind him.
"Did I say anything when I had a nightmare?"
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