Chapter 889

Inside came song Ningyu's angry voice: "get out!"

Gong Zilin touched his nose and scratched the door outside the room for a long time. Song Ningyu didn't come to open the door. His eyes turned. Did he fall asleep? Open the window next to the living room, Gong Zilin carefully swings along the backyard, lies on the window and looks inside. Song Ningyu is sitting in a wheelchair stunned.

"Lady? Have you slept? If you haven't slept, I'll come in. You can't fly silver needles." Gong Zilin lay down at the window and explained in advance to avoid song Ningyu's temper.

Song Ningyu didn't say anything. He thought she was acquiescent, jumped under her feet and flashed into the room. Song Ningyu pursed her lips, pulled her sleeve uneasily with one hand and was silent.

Seeing song Ningyu's silence, Gong Zilin quickly glanced inside the room. The room was very tidy. What's the matter?

"Lady?"

Song Ningyu shook his head: "it's all right. Go out."

"Madam, why don't I help you to sleep first?" Gong Zilin squatted beside song Ningyu's tall wheelchair and looked at her cautiously.

After pondering for a while, he asked, "is your leg painful? Let me rub it for you? Or are you hungry? Cold? Where is it bad? You say."

"Gong Zilin! I'm still angry! Have I made up with you? Get out quickly!"

Gong Zilin squatted beside the wheelchair and was stunned for a while. Is his wife flirting with him? Or something?

"Well, well, don't be angry. I'll go now. I have no conscience. Throw it away when I use it up! Alas, I'm working hard for my husband. I'll keep an empty room tonight... No, I'll sleep in the living room alone..."

Gong Zilin climbed out of the window like a thief again. Bang, before he could turn around, the window in the house slammed shut. Gong Zilin scratched the window. Hum, it was tightly closed!

Song Ningyu was sitting in a wheelchair. The silver needle at his fingertips was always in his hand and never dropped half a point.

The night moved slowly. At midnight, a figure emerged from the wardrobe of song Ningyu's house. The machete in her hand passed a cold light in the faint light of the dying candle. Her steps were very light, like a cat, without showing any trace.

She can guarantee that song Ningyu, who is blind and lame, will not be her opponent!

The dagger in her hand was tightly held and moved slowly towards song Ningyu's neck. Song Ningyu was half asleep and half awake. Without Gong Zi around, she was always awake in her subconscious mind.

When the woman finally took action, song Ningyu woke up. The dagger was getting closer and closer to her. At that time, she suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped the woman fiercely. The woman was beaten back by a palm. There was no sound in the room!

The woman wiped the blood on her lips, stared at Song Ningyu and said with a cold smile: "I didn't expect that you really have some strength! I underestimated you at the beginning. Unexpectedly, a blind man still had room to fight back!"

Song Ningyu slowly took back the palm wind in his hand, and his tone was as calm and cold as ever: "blue girl, why you are so persistent with my husband, you can tell me what idea you are playing."

She doesn't believe that a little girl whom Gong Zilin met more than ten years ago just went to find him. When she found him, she was all kinds of intimacy. Lin Lang shouted at Lin Lang, which made her very unhappy!

LAN Rou vomited blood and began to brew a powerful murderous spirit in her palm: "what idea? If I become you, Linlang will naturally fall in love with me! Mrs. song, go to death! I will become your substitute and live well!"

She suddenly took the palm. Song Ningyu turned her wheelchair and avoided LAN Rou's weak blow. She could turn her fingers into steel or overcome steel. It was really powerful.

If song Ningyu didn't have the strength in the Huofeng scroll, he probably couldn't win the woman.

She turned her right hand and a nearly transparent sword appeared in the air. On that sword, a little Phoenix could be vaguely seen!

LAN Rou stared at Song Ningyu with wide eyes and scolded in a low voice: "Huofeng's decision! It turned out that you were the one who stole the highest secret of Huofeng scroll thousands of years ago! You Huangdao people! Good! Very good!"

LAN Rou's figure instantly drilled out of the window and disappeared without a trace. Song Ningyu's nearly illusory long sword and Phoenix disappeared completely. She sat in her wheelchair and frowned slightly. LAN Rou's reason for daring to come was about to be accurate. Gong Zi will go out at midnight this evening!

It's midnight now

If the master of the holy doctor's Pavilion who admires all the famous flowers in the world would be curious about the book in Gong Zilin's hand... Song Ningyu would not believe it if he was killed! There must be something else!

Song Ningyu turned his wheelchair and pushed open the door of the inner room, groping for the road in his memory, and turned towards the door. Bang, song Ningyu bit his teeth and seemed to touch a chair on his leg. The loud voice woke up Ouyang Huo, who was on the night watch outside the door. He hurriedly pushed open the door and swept around the dark room.

Song Ningyu was sitting in a wheelchair with her hair down.

Next to her leg, a table and chair had hit the ground. Ouyang HuoMei's heart beat: "what are you doing if you don't sleep well in the middle of the night?"

Song Ningyu's eyes sank slightly, and two words came out of his thin lips: "catch! Traitor!"

Ouyang Huo seemed to see an unknown layer of fire burning red hot from Song Ningyu's head. Her eyes that should not have seen everything were burning at this time. He felt that he seemed to be able to foresee how Gong Zilin would die!

Good! You can see a good play!

"He's afraid you'll wake up in the middle of the night to find him, so let me stay here. Since you're awake, I'll take you." Gong Zilin touched his nose and opened his eyes to lie. I don't know if song Ningyu's anger will be reduced a little? But looking at this gloomy face... Gong Zilin, you'd better ask for your own blessing.

The semi-circular moon hung in the sky. The silver frost moonlight scattered in the scenery of the Xiao family. The sound of the wheelchair echoed gently. In the silent night, a little tiger cat followed song Ningyu lazily, learning the appearance of Ouyang fire, and walked gently.

In the distance of the flickering lamps in the corridor, a little girl wearing a thin lining and long soft hair walked quietly towards song Ningyu, her bare feet making a faint sound on the sapphire ground.

Ouyang Huo looked at the frightened little girl, his heart tightened, went forward, frowned and asked softly, "baby? You don't sleep at night. What's the matter? Have you had a nightmare?"

Song Ningyu frowned suspiciously: "young lady? Do you know who he is?" song Ningyu asked casually.

A dagger suddenly appeared in the little girl's hand leaning against Ouyang fire. She said waxily, "Ouyang fire, Ning Yu, why don't you even know this?"

The silver needle in Song Ningyu's hand was like a knife, infused with strong internal force, and immediately passed through Ouyang Huo's palm.