Agent Evil Concubine

Chapter 379 Spiritual Power Breakthrough (1)
"Master Yan, please, please, wake up quickly! You can't die, once you die, my dear Master Yue will definitely follow you!"

In the wing room with candle shadows flickering red, delicate paper cranes are piled up on the golden nanmu table.

There are a total of one thousand paper cranes, which were carefully folded by Shangguan Ningyue over the past two days.On each of the lifelike paper cranes, Shangguan Ningyue dipped his brush in ink and wrote the name of his beloved, Xuanyuanyan.

At this moment, Shangguan Ningyue, who was sitting on the edge of the golden nanmu table, bowed her head slightly, was pinching the red silk thread between the table, stringing delicate paper cranes one after another lightly.

After stringing fifty slender red silk threads to twenty delicate paper cranes—

Shangguan Ningyue stood up from the chair, and used a series of slender silver nails to embed a string of delicate paper cranes into the four walls of the wing room.

The slightly cool night breeze blows in slowly through the open wooden windows, causing a string of delicate paper cranes carrying Shangguan Ningyue's tenderness and love to dance wonderfully on the four walls of the wing room. .

The hem of the purple clothes was curled up, and the blue hair was flying backwards. Shangguan Ningyue, who was full of sadness on her beautiful face, clasped her slender fingers tightly, and pressed her palms together into fists against her heart.

The moment her jade eyes closed, Shangguan Ningyue let go of the wish in her heart - she let go of the wish that her beloved Yan could successfully get rid of the doom of her life and wake up safe and sound.

A string of delicate paper cranes seemed to have received Shangguan Ningyue's wish.

With the slightly cool night wind, they danced in all directions even faster, as if they were trying to convey the wish that Shangguan Ningyue made to the distant sky.

Shangguan Ningyue, who slowly opened her jade eyes, walked towards the corner of the north wall of the wing with slow and sad steps.

At the corner of the north wall of the wing room, there is a red sandalwood box.

Shangguan Ningyue, who opened the lid of the red sandalwood box, took out the blood pipa from inside. Then, holding the blood pipa in her arms, she moved to the bedside where Xuanyuanyan was sleeping, and gently sat beside Xuanyuanyan.

With tears in her jade eyes, she looked lovingly at Xuanyuanyan whose face had lost all color.

With her trembling nose, she greedily sniffed Xuanyuan Yan, who was lying unconscious on the bed in the slowly reverberating night wind, the extremely familiar breath that emanated from her body.

Slender fingers plucked the slender bloody pipa strings, bitten by white teeth, and Shangguan Ningyue, whose cherry lips were stained with blood, floated her soft and sad singing voice into the starry night sky with the cold night wind .

If love is too deep, it is easy to see scars; if love is too true, it is hard to part.

Fold a thousand pairs of paper cranes and make a thousand hearts.According to the legend, hearts can meet each other!
I can't sleep at night, the past is flickering; my heart is hurting, and I am getting deeper and deeper into you.

Fold a thousand pairs of paper cranes and solve a thousand wishes.After waking up from the dream, love is no longer drifting away!
My heart, no regrets, folds and folds are all for you.

My tears flow endlessly, entangled in dreams and burdens at night.

My heart, no regrets, it is also for you over and over again.

A thousand paper cranes, a thousand hearts, fly in the wind!

If love is too deep, it is easy to see scars; if love is too true, it is hard to part.

Fold a thousand pairs of paper cranes and make a thousand hearts.According to the legend, hearts can meet each other!
My heart, no regrets, folds and folds are all for you.

My tears flow endlessly, entangled in dreams and burdens at night.

My heart, no regrets, it is also for you over and over again.

A thousand paper cranes, a thousand hearts, fly in the wind!

My heart, no regrets, folds and folds are all for you.

My tears flow endlessly, entangled in dreams and burdens at night.

My heart, no regrets, it is for you again and again!
A thousand paper cranes, a thousand hearts, fly in the wind!A thousand paper cranes, a thousand loves, fly in the wind...

The weeping voice seems to be full of thousands of years of affection, venting thousands of years of grief.

The Youyin drifted out of the window with the night wind, making the graceful and swaying flowers outside the window seem to be filled with sadness for an instant, and they stopped dancing in dejection.

Outside the door of the box, the silver wolf and green leopard, who were kneeling and praying, leaned their backs against the cold wall, wishing that Xuanyuan Yan would miraculously wake up the blood vulture king Shabao and the little golden mink Qiuqiu.

Hearing the sound floating in the wing room, it is enough to make the heart-breaking mournful pipa sound; every word and sentence is enough to make the soul-shattering ethereal song.

The sadness in my heart, I couldn't restrain myself for a moment, tears welled up in my eyes, flowing down my cheeks.

The body turned into a cloud of black smoke, and the old man Tianji, who was hiding in a hidden corner, also felt his nose sore from this heart-wrenching mournful song, and his old tears fell uncontrollably with the wind.

At the same time, with his back lightly leaning against a thick and tall green bamboo, his eyes were deeply locked on to the far side room, where the purple figure of Shangguan Ningyue, the Prince of the North Wing, Xiao Han.heard this...

A song that drips and overflows the world, full of deep and deep love; hearing this sad song that drips and vents the world, sinking to cool and sad, my heart is instantly crushed by an invisible hand It became crumbs.

Fold a thousand pairs of paper cranes and make a thousand hearts.In the legend, can heart and heart meet?Fold a thousand pairs of paper cranes and solve a thousand wishes.After waking up from the dream, the love is no longer in vain?
No wonder... Shangguan Ningyue has been folding delicate paper cranes non-stop for the past two days. It turns out that these delicate paper cranes actually contain a beautiful wishing legend.

At this moment, Xiao Han, the Prince of the North Wing, who had always believed that tears had nothing to do with him, could not control his slightly flushed eye sockets and completely moistened them!

In the wing room, the purple clothes and blue hair were blown by the wind, sadness filled the stunning face, Shangguan Ningyue, who was blurred by tears, stared at Xuanyuanyan's bloodless face with jade eyes, and still sang in her trembling cherry lips .

Xuanyuanyan, who once had a charming smile on his face, embraced her in his warm embrace, and said affectionately, "Yue'er, with your love, death is worth it!" .

Shangguan Ningyue's heart seemed to be shattered into thousands of pieces, each piece was as small as a speck of dust, and the pain drifted to the distant sky with the sound of the pipa pouring out from her fingers.

Shangguan Ningyue, who was full of energy and blood in her body, continued to pluck the thin strings of the blood pipa with her fingers.

Even though the white fingertips have been cut by the thin strings of the blood lute.Blood fell drop by drop along the thin strings of the blood pipa.then……

It almost converged into streams, slipped to the icy ground, and formed a "round blood pool" in the ground. Shangguan Ningyue still showed no sign of stopping playing the blood pipa's thin strings.

(End of this chapter)