Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 378 Carrying the Legend of Love (3)
Shangguan Ningyue, who bowed her head slightly, walked nimbly among the rice paper with her slender fingers, causing the subtle sound of the rustling of the rice paper to echo in every corner of the wing.

Very quickly, under Shangguan Ningyue's skillful hands --
A lifelike red paper crane, bearing the grief in Shangguan Ningyue's heart, the deep love in the grief, seemed to have vitality, and appeared on the golden nanmu tabletop with its wings fluttering slightly in the wind.

In the 21st century, Shangguan Ningyue heard a legend.

Paper cranes, regarded as the patron saint of love, represent your best wishes to your loved ones, and every time you fold a paper crane, it carries a bit of your best wishes to your beloved ones.

If you carefully fold a thousand paper cranes, then the person who folds a thousand paper cranes can make a wish in his heart to the thousand paper cranes.

In the past, Shangguan Ningyue never believed in heaven or fate, but only believed in herself!

Therefore, for the legend that she heard by accident that if you fold a thousand paper cranes with your heart, you can make a wish in your heart, she just treats it as a joke within a joke!
But today's Shangguan Ningyue, she is no longer a legend, but a joke within a joke.

She hopes that this legend is true, and she hopes that the thousand paper cranes she folded with all her heart can really make a successful wish, a wish that brings happiness and good luck to her beloved Homura!

Therefore, in the night breeze slowly rippling back, and the crimson candlelight enveloped the room, he turned his head sideways from time to time...

With tears in her eyes, Shangguan Ningyue loved to look at the bed beside her, Xuanyuan Yan, who was unconscious, carefully folded lifelike paper cranes of different colors.

Opposite the open window of the wing room, about ten meters away——

In the sea of ​​swaying flowers with strong fragrance and a few green bamboos dotted gracefully, the blue figure of Prince Xiao Han on the North Wing appeared quietly again.

For the past twelve days, although Xiao Han was busy in the daytime, he fired his own firework signal to the sky, used the specially made firework signal to talk to the spies, and ordered the spies to secretly deploy some important things.

However, at this hour of the night, Xiao Han would appear in this sea of ​​flowers, his handsome eyes filled with complicated emotions, and he silently looked at the opposite wing from a distance...

In order to break through the limit of her spiritual power and successfully save Xuanyuan Yan's life, Shangguan Ningyue made her face more and more haggard, and her depression became stronger and stronger.

But tonight, when Xiao Han reappeared in the sea of ​​flowers, looking at the situation in the opposite wing from a distance through the wind——

In Xiao Han's handsome eyes, cloud after cloud of mist emerged.

He thought that the situation clearly caught in his eyes should be the same as the situation of the previous twelve days. Shangguan Ningyue sat cross-legged on the cold ground, desperately activated to break through the limit of spiritual power?

However, this was not the case. What was Shangguan Ningyue doing?
For her right now, there is definitely nothing more important than breaking through the limit of her spiritual power and saving Xuanyuanyan's life.But she no longer sat cross-legged, trying to break through the limit of spiritual power over and over again, but...

Why cut the wide and long rice paper into square rice paper, and then fold the square rice paper into lifelike paper cranes?

Could it be that folding lifelike paper cranes would help her break through the limit of her spiritual power?

Xiao Han didn't know that Shangguan Ningyue didn't try again and again, and used the energy of the Blood God Orb to break through the limit of spiritual power, because Shangguan Ningyue had tried for twelve days, and she knew it was useless.

Xiao Han is not from the 21st century, so he naturally doesn't know that the paper cranes that Shangguan Ningyue folds with care now actually contain a beautiful legend.

At the same time, behind Xiao Han, the crown prince on the northern wing, about five meters away, in a hidden corner, there was a cloud of black smoke floating, a cloud of black smoke that Xiao Han was unaware of.

This cloud of black smoke is the emperor of the demon clan, and also the elders and disciples of the Beggar Sect. For the past [-] days, they have been busy looking for the old sect leader, Xuanyuan Yan's benefactor, old man Tianji.

Every night at this hour, the old man Tianji whose body has turned into a cloud of black smoke is the same as Xiao Han, the Prince of the North Wing...

They will all appear here, looking silently across the wind in the opposite wing, his precious apprentice who is dying, and his good apprentice daughter-in-law who has become more and more haggard in order to successfully break through the limit of spiritual power.

How could Old Man Tianji not know that the elders and disciples dispatched collectively from the Four Kingdoms almost completely collapsed in order to be able to contact him, the old sect leader.

But the reason why he continued to disappear and did not contact the elders and disciples of the beggar gang was because he knew that Yue'er would not be able to successfully break through the limit of his spiritual power now.

If Yue'er can't successfully break through the limit of spiritual power, so what if he shows up?
Without Yue'er's limitless spiritual power to protect Yan'er's internal organs, the magic bead in his hand would not save Yan'er's life, but would make Yan'er die even faster.

As time passed, the old man Tianji, whose body turned into black smoke, disappeared in a hidden corner, and the blue figure of the northern prince Xiao Han, who was standing in the sea of ​​flowers against the wind, also quietly retreated.

The stars hide and the sun rises, and the sun shines at sunset.

Time flies, as if in the blink of an eye, another two days have passed.

When Xuanyuan Yan took a breath of true energy to renew his life, and one day before it would completely disappear, No. 14, the most critical night, came mercilessly—

Xiao Han, the Prince of the North Wing, was punctual again, appearing in a sea of ​​flowers with rich fragrance and a few green bamboos.

And the old man Tianji, whose body turned into a cloud of black smoke, also appeared on time, at a hidden corner about five meters away behind Prince Xiao Han on the northern wing.

And I kept counting in panic in my heart, the coldness of each day passed away, until the ruthless arrival of No. 14 nights——
Yinlang and Qingbao had been standing outside the door of the wing room.But now, they knelt on the floor of the corridor and prayed with their palms together.

"It's been No. 14 days, the old man Tianji has not appeared, and the concubine's spiritual power has not successfully broken through the limit. Once tomorrow is over, the life of their prince will be..."

God, Silver Wolf/Green Leopard, please, don't be so cruel to my lord, save my lord!
As long as my prince is safe and sound, even if the life of the silver wolf/green leopard is to be exchanged, the silver wolf/green leopard is absolutely willing and will never hesitate.

The blood vulture king Shabao and the little golden mink Qiuqiu were also trembling at this moment, leaning against the cold wall.

(End of this chapter)