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He reached out to grab it, but who knew that the dagger was stuck in her hand and could not be removed.
"It's over, it wants to recognize you as its master. You can't throw it away!"
Yan Wuzhan's heart ached as he held her small hand and said the doubt in his heart. This thing was intelligent and he had never heard of it recognizing its master. Ning'er being able to pull it out of its scabbard meant that she was destined to be its master.
"Is that so? What's the use of giving it to me? Yan Wuzhan, I don't want it, help me get rid of it!"
Dongfang Ning frowned as she looked at the dagger carefully. She couldn't see if it looked the same or not, but she just couldn't take it down.
"Leave quickly, you're so ugly, I don't like it!"
She tried to communicate with the monster. Who knew that after she finished speaking, the dagger would release a scorching heat that seemed to burn her palm. She felt pain and wildly swung her hand. This damned thing!
"Ning'er, give it a drop of blood. If you continue like this, your hand will ache!"
Yan Wuzhan quickly stopped her. He could not feel any of Soul-slaying Dagger's Qi at all, but he felt that this blade wanted to drink his woman's blood, but it couldn't drink too much.
"Ning'er, stop throwing it away. Give it a drop of blood first!"
Seeing that Dongfang Ning was still swinging her arms in a furious manner, he felt his heart ache. Therefore, he winked at Dongfang Ning and told her not to shake her hand.
Dongfang Ning seemed to understand Yan Wuzhan's meaning, "First acknowledge the Lord, then throw it away. If you recognize the Lord, then leave it where no one else is, then ignore it."
So she stopped swinging her arms, looked at Soul-slaying Dagger with a face of disgust, and thought, do you really want to follow big sister?
After she stopped shaking her hands, the dagger lost its heat and remained in her palm. Dongfang Ning took out the scalpel and pressed it against her fingertip. A drop of bright red blood flowed from her finger to her palm.
Yan Wuzhan immediately held her finger, afraid that she would bleed too much …
Originally, nothing would have happened, but now that he mentioned it, Dongfang Ning's heart skipped a beat.
She miraculously calmed down and looked at Yan Wuzhan with a red face, completely forgetting about the Soul-slaying Dagger in her hands. Furthermore, the Soul-slaying Dagger had disappeared who knows where upon contact with her blood.
She just stared blankly at Yan Wuzhan, who was devouring her finger. The numbing sensation from Yan Wuzhan made her soft all over, as her finger was too sensitive …
"Yan Wuzhan."
This voice made Yan Wuzhan lose his mind. He raised his head and looked at Dongfang Ning, his black eyes filled with her helplessness. Her red lips were dripping with blood, and the worst thing was that she was looking at him with her pink face.
Yan Wuzhan felt that all the scenery was gone. She was the only one in the world, the person he cared about.
He retracted his arm and easily pulled Dongfang Ning close to his chest. He could hear their heartbeats as they pressed against each other.
"Ning'er ~"
"Ugh ~"
Twisting Heaven and Earth ~
Dongfang Ning's mind was blank. She didn't know where she was going, as if she was riding a cloud. In short, she wasn't afraid of where he was taking her.
And she was the only one in his heart, the only one in his life, he wanted her to be lost in his world forever.
A gentle breeze blew by, and Lightning also went off to the side to find some grass to eat. However, the two masters were still tightly hugging, unable to part with each other.
Neither of them noticed that the Soul-slaying Dagger had already taken human form behind Dongfang Ning. He was a boy of about seven years old, with something like purple leaves on his body and a few leaves on his head.
However, his expression was as frightening as a fiend's. If one did not look at his appearance and only looked at his expression, one would be able to tell that he was not a child, but a demon that had lived for tens of millions of years.
At this moment, the violet light on its body intensified, and these rays of light constantly flickered and disappeared. They were like the stars, flickering and flickering. However, each time they flickered, its body would become smaller …
Following that, the purple light became thicker and thicker. It was as if it had transformed into a physical entity. Within the light, there were balls of purple light that did not revolve. These purple lights seemed to hide wind, rain, lightning, and other things that constantly crossed each other.
Furthermore, these things only flashed into the Soul-slaying Dagger's body the moment they appeared, without the slightest difference.
After repeating this for a long time, this little boy had already become the size of a finger. He also disappeared from where he was and flew to Dongfang Ning's arm that was encircled around Yan Wuzhan. A very beautiful totem immediately appeared on her arm.
The Spirit Slaying Grass that had just disappeared suddenly discovered that its new owner was being held in the arms of a man. It couldn't help but emit a violet light and pulled towards Dongfang Ning's clothes.
Her master was still young, and before the age of 16, she absolutely could not lose her innocence. Otherwise, she would no longer be a spirit body, and would definitely be stopped.
"Stop messing around, something is pulling me!"
"…"
Yan Wuzhan let go of the woman in his arms helplessly. This was his woman, the woman he loved so much. When did she grow up?
Dongfang Ning, who had been feeling the pulling force, turned around to look around. There was nothing pulling her at all. What the hell was that?
"Where's Wuzhan, the Soul-slaying Dagger?"
"Ning'er, wait a moment!"
Yan Wuzhan said in a hoarse voice and immediately flew away. When he found her, he saw that she had jumped into the water not too far away from where he was. The cold water surrounded his burning body, and the heat in his body had subsided a little. No one knew that he was close to losing control.
Fearing that Dongfang Ning would be in danger alone, he jumped down and immediately flew back. He could only sigh in his heart. This was truly a suicidal move!
The two of them had been together every day for the past half month, but there hadn't been many opportunities to steal incense. The two of them were very rational and knew that nothing could happen now, so they didn't think too much about it.
He was so upset that he kept thinking that he should hurry back and ask for Dongfang Ning's mother's hand in marriage. Now that Old Prince was also in the capital, he would help him make the decision …
Yan Wuzhan was like a 15 or 16 year old child. He always felt that he couldn't make a decision regarding this matter. If a parent didn't go and propose to Madam Wang, she would marry Ning'er off to someone else.