Ning Tao did not dodge because just Lang Xianghun's strength was so bad that she could not hurt him at all. He could even chew her little sword into her belly, and his teeth would not collapse.

Moreover, after Lang Xianghun's fluorescent sword hit his neck, he did not move forward a little.

The two of them just stopped.

Lang Xianghun stared at Ning Tao.

Ning Tao also looked at her calmly.

Without the disguise of the divine armor, the height difference between Ning Tao and Lang Xianghun is only four or five centimeters, but due to their size, Lang Xianghun does not look shorter than Ning Tao. The two only have different hair, eyebrows and pupils, and there is no difference between the other ones. If you have to find a little more difference, it is just the difference between men and women.

Lang Xianghun's heart seemed to be fighting with the gods, and his hands holding the sword kept trembling. He tried to stab the fluorescent sword into Ning Tao's neck several times, but he couldn't start.

Ning Tao had no other reaction, but just looked at her quietly. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the white long skirt that fell to the ground. He wanted to remind her, but his lips only trembled twice, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Embarrassing, silent.

Silence, embarrassment.

It took two or three minutes before Lang Xianghun spoke and broke the silence between the two: "You... who are you?"

Ning Tao's lips moved, but only said one word: "I..."

This is not a script designed by his vision. Things have developed like this, and the crew's bus has already failed. Where can there be any scripts?

Tell her straightforwardly about his identity and purpose?

Doing this is risky. If she is a loyal figure in the Sky Temple, not only will his plan fail, but his identity will be exposed.

Kill her to silence?

His plan will still fail in doing so, but the risk will be terminated here and his identity will not be revealed. But if he kills her and leaves here, he is really unwilling to accept it.

what to do?

His mind was running rapidly, and scripts were presented to his mind one by one, but he himself denied it.

So, in the face of Lang Xianghun’s questioning, what can he say?

"Say! Or I will kill you!" Lang Xianghun pretended to be fierce, and the fluorescent sword in his hand really tried a little harder to pierce Ning Tao's neck.

At this moment, a classic movie suddenly flashed through Ning Tao's mind.

Isn’t that the plot tailored to the current situation?

"Say!" Lang Xianghun roared at Ning Tao, her emotions were a little out of control.

Ning Tao forced two tears out.

Lang Xianghun was stunned for a moment: "You...why are you crying?"

Ning Tao spoke, his voice full of sadness: "There was once a sincere love in front of me, and I didn't cherish it. I regret it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give me a chance to do it again, I will say three words to the girl, I love you. If I have to add a deadline to this love, I hope it will be ten thousand years!"

What's the situation?

Lang Xianghun was stunned. She didn't know what Ning Tao was saying, but she didn't know why she felt that what Ning Tao said at this moment was so emotional and sounded so nicely. Her iceberg-like heart also showed signs of melting.

Ning Tao continued: "I used to be a Guangling person."

"What did you say?" Lang Xianghun was frightened again.

Ning Tao said: "Didn't you see it? My hair and eyes are different from you, but that's because..."

"Why?" Lang Xianghun's thinking eyes were led away by Ning Tao.

Ning Tao sighed: "That's because I am God, look at my eyes."

Lang Xianghun stared at Ning Tao's eyes.

Ning Tao's eyes instantly turned golden, and two divine lights that looked like substance burst out and pierced into Lang Xianghun's eyes.

In this moment, Lang Xianghun's eyes were filled with golden light. In her eyes, a humble iron man was filled with golden light, and the golden aperture above his head suddenly became extremely sacred and should not be offended.

Ning Tao sighed again: "You and I are a couple, and I love you so much that I can't bear to die. Later, I touched the last barrier and I had to go into seclusion and practice. This seclusion lasted a hundred years. When I came out, I realized that you... you are no longer alive."

Two more tears fell.

Ning Tao's voice choked: "You are a kind woman. I think your soul will definitely go up to the sacred mountain, so I decided to go up to the sacred mountain to find you. You don't know how difficult it is to pass the sacred mountain. I almost lost it several times, and I just kept thinking about you in my heart. I finally got through the sacred tribulation, and I looked for you all over the world. I knew that I found the Kingdom of Heavenly Revelation not long ago, and I also knew that you became the envoy of the Temple of the Sky, so I asked the girl Lingyu to help find you. Just like in your previous life, you still like spices so much. So I devoted my studies and finally developed the most mysterious drunken fragrance soul. Do you know that all I did is just for you... Look at me, look at me carefully, I am your Wujing!"

The fluorescent sword in Lang Xianghun's hand fell off his hand and fell silently.

Then, after missing her control, the little sword climbed onto her instep and then got in.

But this is not the point.

The point is that two tears also fell from Lang Xianghun's eyes.

The tears are also energy, and when they encounter air, they turn into spots of light, which has a unique sense of sadness.

Ning Tao's voice was gentle: "Xianghun, don't you cry, have we met?"

"You... are all you said true?" Lang Xianghun's voice choked.

Ning Tao forced two more tears: "Fragrant Hun, I can swear to the sky that every word I say is true. If what I say is false, let this sky..."

Before he could say it, Lang Xianghun suddenly threw himself into Ning Tao's arms and covered his mouth with his hands.

This time, she did not embed his body, and her hands also gave Ning Tao a feeling of being true and being true. It was a very wonderful feeling, and it was hard to describe in words.

Ning Tao reached out and put his arm around her waist, but sighed in his heart, and scolded himself: "You are such a scum god. Your lying skills are even better than your divine power. You are not a child-giving god. You should be named a scum god... A scum god!"

"Can you tell me about my previous life?" Lang Xianghun said quietly in Ning Tao's ear: "I, I don't remember anything, but when I see you, I feel indescribable affection... Could this be the love in my previous life?"

Ning Tao said: "Yes, this is the love in the previous life. We lived in Huaguo Mountain in the previous life. There was a Liusha River in front of the mountain. We have been together since childhood, and we are childhood sweethearts. We often take baths in Liusha River. Do you remember that when we were young, we never wear clothes when we took baths in Liusha River..."

Lang Xianghun tried hard to recall the Huaguo Mountain and Liusha River, but he couldn't remember anything.

Gods and people are not

Having memories of his previous life simply gave Ning Tao unlimited space to exert his imagination. There are so many story themes in the four masterpieces, and it is just used when you take them over, so he doesn’t need to worry about it.

"Really?"

"Fragrant Soul, I can swear to the sky, if I have a word of lies, call me..."

Lang Xianghun covered Ning Tao's mouth again: "I believe in you, don't swear at all times, even if you are a god, you can't swear randomly."

Ning Tao nodded and said gently: "I'm too nervous about you. I'm afraid of losing you again, so..."

"I'm in your arms, you won't lose me, we just said..." She didn't say anything, a scarlet look on her cheeks.

Although it is a form of energy blushing, it is so realistic that it makes people feel excited. The cheeks are like the petals of peach blossoms in March, with redness in pink and blowing.

Ning Tao cursed himself again in his heart, but said seriously: "Sweet soul, it's all my fault. I'm too impulsive."

"No, you didn't move anything, it was me."

"Blame me, I shouldn't give you the drunken fragrance soul."

"No, I like your drunken soul. It reunites us. Wujing, tell me about my past life. What kind of person am I?"

"Your past life was a great beauty, you are skillful and skillful. You are not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also embroidery. You like to sit in front of your window. Every time I pass by your window, you will throw down something for me to pick it up for you. Sometimes it is a hydrangea, sometimes it is a handkerchief..."

Lang Xianghun was stunned when he heard this, and he was immersed in Ning Tao's story and sat there.

"Do you still remember that there is a teahouse next to your house. The vegetable seller Wang Po likes to move chairs and stools in front of her house to eat melon seeds. Every time she sees me passing by your house downstairs, she will deliberately say hello to me, "You are here, Wujing, you are..."

There was a smile on the corner of Lang Xianghun's mouth, she liked Ning Tao's story.

Ning Tao put together some stories from the four great classics, but it was his eloquent and vivid narration that invisibly added a bit of authenticity to the story. Yet, if he had not experienced those things personally, how could he have told them so easily, smoothly and emotionally?

This lecture lasted for several incense sticks. Ning Tao's mouth was dry, and even the story became loose, without the rigorous logic and rhythm as before.

This is normal. If there are too many lies, there will be more flaws.

Ning Tao felt that he could not continue to talk, so he changed the topic: "Xianghun, let's talk so much today, you can't remember it if you talk too much. The future is long, and we will never be separated again. I will tell you stories every day in the future, okay?"

"Yes." Lang Xianghun nodded. She felt that Ning Tao was right. She had forgotten some of the details Ning Tao mentioned earlier.

Ning Tao said, "I'll go and give you the clothes, put them on, be careful to catch a cold."

Lang Xianghun pursed his lips and smiled: "How come I catch a cold, I am a god? You care too much about me."

"Yes, yes, care will be messed up." Ning Tao climbed along the pole.

Lang Xianghun still went to put on the white long skirt. She looked at Ning Tao: "Wujing, do you still have Zui Xianghun? Let's come together."

Ning Tao: “…”

She is really addicted.
Chapter completed!