The sky was as dark as night, and the wind and rain were sorrowful. In the wind and rain, the black horse carriage kept dripping water. Ning Que was deep in thought, and then he woke up in an instant. He walked into the carriage and picked up Sangsang, who was in a coma. He pinched her slender wrist and felt her pulse. Then he slowly laid her down on the quilt. Looking at her frowning brows and pale face, he could not help but frown.
After confirming that the skylight was tightly covered, he walked out of the carriage and came to the carriage wall that he had broken with his fist. He pulled the sharp edge of the iron sheet back to its original position. At least he did not have to worry about raindrops falling into the hole and wetting Sangsang's face.
The big black umbrella was in the puddle beside the carriage, trembling in the cold wind. He picked it up and walked to the black horse that was kneeling in the rain. He knelt down on one knee and covered it with the umbrella. Then he lowered his body and hugged its strong neck.
The big black horse's head was hit by Zimo's heavy punch. Its bones were not broken, but the strong shock made it feel very uncomfortable. It kept panting in pain. At this time, being hugged by Ning Que and feeling the warmth of its master, it seemed to feel a little better and its breathing gradually calmed down.
Ning Que snorted. He held the black horse's neck with one arm and helped it stand up in the dirty rain. Then he stroked it and slowly walked to the Fiery Lotus Temple, where the fire had long been extinguished and only the blackened ruins were left. With the help of the remaining eaves, the black horse was temporarily sheltered from the rain. At least the temperature of the horse would not drop too much.
Then he disappeared in the wind and rain.
After a while, the autumn rain finally stopped, and the world became clear again before the arrival of dusk.
Ning Que's figure appeared in front of the Fiery Lotus Temple. His right hand tightly held more than ten black iron arrows. The iron arrows were obviously deformed and were dripping with rain.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrows were his most powerful, reliable and precious weapon. No matter when or where, he would not allow them to be lost. He had previously gone to the Qingling Hill to look for them.
Looking at the obviously deformed iron arrows, he knew that if they were not carefully repaired, these arrows should not be able to be used again. Thinking of how he could not kill Prince Long Qing on the spot after shooting all the iron arrows in the box, his eyes revealed a strong vigilance.
Although Prince Long Qing had been utterly defeated in the end, Ning Que was clear that this victory had little to do with him. Long Qing was destined to be the only one who could survive in the world with him. Long Qing was indeed indescribably powerful. If not for the consciousness fragment left by Master Lotus, Ning Que would have died long ago. He would not even have the chance to be vigilant.
Ning Que found a few pieces of meat from the scorched temple and walked to the Big Black Horse. He gently persuaded it to chew a piece and covered it with a blanket.
Opening the door, he bent his body and walked in. He threw the heavy iron arrow to a corner of the carriage. Suddenly, he felt as if there was something stuck in his teeth. It was very uncomfortable. He frowned and reached out to dig it out. It turned out to be shredded meat. The shredded meat looked very fresh, but it had the tenacity that cooked meat did not have.
This is raw meat.
This was raw human flesh.
This was the flesh from Long Qing's neck.
Previously, Ning Que had bitten Long Qing's neck and sucked a lot of blood. In a trance, he naturally bit off some meat and stuffed it between his teeth.
Looking at the slightly red shredded meat between his fingers, Ning Que frowned and could not help but have an urge to vomit. After all, this was human flesh, and it was the flesh of Long Qing, whom he hated the most.
This urge to vomit was mostly due to human instinct, but a large part of it was due to Ning Que destroying himself in his consciousness. He did not want to have these things in his stomach.
However, at this moment, he saw Sangsang, who was curled up in the quilt like a child. He was silent for a while and used his strong willpower to suppress the urge to vomit, but his face became a little pale.
Ning Que walked to Sangsang and sat down beside her. He pressed the quilt for her, and then took out a small knife to cut his wrist and put it beside Sangsang's lips.
Whether it was the pain of the knife cutting his wrist and almost cutting his bones, or the terrible feeling of Sangsang sucking his blood unconsciously in a coma, none of it made his expression change. He just sat there in silence, looking at Sangsang calmly and even lovingly.
Sangsang was extremely weak and poisoned, so she did not have a strong suction force when she was in a coma. Before long, the wound on Ning Que's wrist gradually healed. He raised his arm without hesitation, picked up the knife, and cut deeply again. Then he put the knife to her lips again.
He had sucked Long Qing's blood before, and a part of the power of the Heavenly Power Pill in Long Qing's flesh and blood had entered his body. He was very clear that the power of the Heavenly Power Pill had just entered his blood from his stomach when he picked up the arrow, but it had not been completely absorbed by him.
In other words, only at this moment could his blood save people.
After making sure that Sangsang had sucked enough blood, Ning Que moved his wrist away and walked out of the carriage to the Big Black Horse under the eaves of the ruined temple. The last few drops of rain fell on his pale face, as if to wash it until it became transparent.
He walked to the Big Black Horse and took out the most precious sealwort prepared by Eleventh Brother. Then, he rubbed it on his wrist roughly and put it in front of the Big Black Horse's mouth.
The sealwort contained a lot of power. Except for the old yellow bull, the big white goose, and the big black horse, no one could directly swallow it like this, not even Ning Que who had joined the Devil. At this time, the sealwort was mixed with his blood which had the smell of the Heavenly Power Pill, and the sealwort was even more pungent.
The Big Black Horse raised its head tiredly and glanced at Ning Que. It sniffed the blood on the sealwort and thought that no one would want to eat such a bloody thing. It was really not in line with the taste of the Academy's idiot.
It turned its head away with extreme disgust.
Ning Que subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to beat it up like before. But when he saw its pitiful but proud appearance, his heart softened.
"Eat it quickly. It's good for your health."
He coaxed it softly.
The Big Black Horse looked at him confusedly and wondered why he was different today.
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The Big Black Horse ate the blood-stained sealwort and Sangsang drank half of the blood in her belly. They were both digesting the power inside.
During this period of time, Ning Que made some simple repairs to the wheels of the horse carriage. Then, he looked at the carriage wall that was made of steel and fell silent. He did not know how he could punch through the wall of the carriage. It was extremely difficult even for the powerhouses of the Devil's Doctrine to do so.
In the end, he could only conclude that it was a burst of power when a cultivator first entered the Knowing Destiny State.
The hole in the carriage wall could barely be mended, but the magical talisman array carved by Master Yan Se could not be easily repaired because of the broken lines.
Sangsang and the Big Black Horse's injuries gradually stabilized, but they could not recover immediately. They still needed a place to heal. The current situation was that both the carriage and the people needed to be repaired. Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible to drive directly to the Lanke Temple.
It was dusk and the sky of Qingling was dim after the rain. However, there was a fresh smell of life. It was the smell of the juice from the broken grass, or the mottled smell of blood in the grass.
The hard wheels rolled over the loose soil after the rain. It seemed that a small part of the wheels had sunk into it. Without the power of the talisman array on the carriage wall, this carriage made of steel was unimaginably heavy.
At least eight of the strongest horses were needed to pull this carriage. In the past, when the Big Black Horse was completely healthy, it could do so. But now it was injured and did not have the strength to do so.
Ning Que held the reins with his right hand and pulled the black carriage with his left hand. They went down the meadow.
Behind the reins was the tired Big Black Horse.
Sangsang was lying in the black carriage.
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What I can say is that I was supposed to go to Chengdu tomorrow, but in order to write more, I won't go. I won't go to Xi 'an either. I'll go home on the 12th. When I get home, I'll make everyone happy. I hope you won't be as depressed as I am today. I wish you all a happy life. You can hold the horse and pull the carriage. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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