A Genius and a God Fell In Love

And their footsteps. Nangong Nan suddenly thought of something and immediately put down his hand and looked at the scholar.

The man in green robe walked slowly and leisurely, giving him a leisurely feeling like walking in a courtyard.

It was clear that there was a dark wind all around, and the person holding the lamp looked strange and eerie, but he was completely unaffected and showed no signs of investigation.

At this moment, a strange moan came from the wind. The sound was long and eerie, and sounded like the howling of ghosts.

Nangong Nan turned around and looked around, his calm eyes narrowed slightly.

The expression of the lamp holder changed again, this time it was more real.

Like a mischievous ghost that scares her every time she turns her head.

The howling ghosts in my ears did not stop. Instead, they were distant and near, more and less.

When the resentment lasts for a long time, she is like a resentful woman, crying and complaining about her sad past. Her unwillingness and resentment make her unable to escape.

Even though Nangong Nan had good concentration, he was disturbed by her voice, and his heart felt as heavy as a huge boulder.

Suddenly, the woman's resentful voice turned into a noisy howl of ghosts and wolves, many sounds mixed together like a hundred ghosts walking in the night.

If other people had encountered him, they would have been so scared that they would pee, but Nangong Nan just frowned.

It seemed like nothing could break her calmness.

Even in a cemetery where ghosts and wolves howl, she can keep a cool head, observe and think, and find a way to crack it.

The mischievous lantern holder seemed dissatisfied with Nangong Nan's expression and became angry.

His expression became terrifying, and the wind hanging around him became even more eerie and cold. This coldness was not simply cold, but a cold that chilled the bones and filled the heart with fear.

They clicked and twisted their necks, and all looked towards Nangong Nan, their ferocious eyes glowing white.

When Nangong Nan faced the white light, he trembled all over and his thoughts stagnated——

She felt herself falling into the white gauze.

The tulle is light and soft, like clouds.

Nangong Nan's whole body felt weak, and sleepiness swept over him.

So warm, so soft...

She rubbed the gauze, and her body and mind, which had been tense for a long time, relaxed at this moment. I loved it~

Nangong Nan closed her eyes and curled up in the soft gauze.

She seemed to have fallen into a sweet dream, with a smile on her pink cheeks, unwilling to wake up.

In the lonely graveyard of Huangcao, the expressions on the faces of the stone lantern holders became even worse. They were like naughty children who had succeeded in their prank, smiling secretly.

Many white gauze strips stretched out from the long grass, twisting their bodies like long white snakes, extending in the same direction.

Strips of white cloth from all directions touched the girl's body. He touched her tentatively at first, then became bolder when she saw no reaction.

The gauze wrapped around the girl's ankles. When they attacked further, the girl who fell into a dream within a dream suddenly opened her eyes.

She took out the long knife from the space bag, turned her wrist, and the cold light flashed.

The shrill and angry screams came from the white gauze strips, and the girl did not give them any chance to resist.

When the knife fell from his hand, the gauze turned into rags.

Then, the long knife in his hand rotated and was placed on the neck of the stone lantern holder.

The girl turned back, her fair and beautiful face evoked a smile that was colder than a ghost in the dim candlelight, "Tell me, can I chop off your head?"

The stone sculpture shuddered, and with a "clang" sound, its head fell off.

Lamplighter: "..."

Nangong Nan has a straightforward temperament. After she draws out the blade, it is often when she wants to cut through the mess quickly.

Crisp and crisp, calm to the point of indifference.

The girl jumped up in the night wind, and the long knife in her hand dexterously chopped off one stone sculpture after another.

Gululu's stone head rolled down against the grass.

When she sheathed her sword and stood, all ten lantern holders turned into headless stone sculptures.

The night wind was blowing, and the girl stood in the grass with a long knife in her hand.

The wind blew the messy hair on her face, but Nangong Nan's expression did not change at all, except for a slight frown.

There seems to be something dissatisfied.

The next moment, those headless stone sculptures moved with steps.

The stone sculpture's head turned into stone balls and hit Nangong Nan.

The scene was like she entered a practice court by mistake, and basketballs were thrown at her one after another.

However, the balls here are all hard stone balls, each one carrying a cold wind.

Cutting through the air, it hit Nangong Nan directly in the face.

The girl turned sideways to avoid it, and another stone ball followed closely. She swung her long knife and split the stone ball in half.

The stone ball fell to the ground and flopped twice before making no sound.

Boom, boom, boom——

The heavy footsteps were like the movement of a mountain, making the ground tremble.

Nangong Nan ignored the headless stone sculptures and looked at the scholar.

She tripped over the stone sculpture, and the scholar did not leave.

He held the lamp in his left hand and clasped his right hand behind his back. He looked up at the gloomy sky, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes sighing, and then recited a few poems about spring and autumn.

Nangong Nan called him: "Scholar, Young Master?"

The scholar didn't seem to hear her voice and didn't react at all.

When the NPC doesn't want to pay attention to anyone, it won't even look at the player even if it shakes him by the shoulder.

Nangong Nan narrowed his eyes slightly.

She walked towards him, and as soon as she took a step, she felt something grabbed her ankle. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was a headless stone sculpture grabbing her ankle.

The girl turned around without changing her expression, raised her other foot and stepped on it.

He raised the knife and dropped it, and the stone arm was broken into two pieces.

The other lantern holders subconsciously stepped back, as if they were conscious and fearful.

Nangong Nan's cold gaze swept around, and the lamp holder retreated again.

The girl swung her long knife, the candlelight was filled with cold light, and even the air became a bit colder.

She said: "I am not someone you can scare. You may not be able to tell me. I have many ways to deal with ghosts like you."

Lamplighter: "..."

They have always been the only ones to threaten and intimidate humans, but now they are being intimidated by a human? ? !

Is there any mistake?

Nangong Nan raised his eyebrows every time, "What? Not convinced?"

The lantern holders all retreated: "..."

No, we are very, very convinced.

Nangong Nan smiled coldly, put away the knife and walked towards the scholar.

"Son."

The scholar reacted. He sighed and said, "There is no bright moon in such a refreshing night scene. It's a pity, it's a pity."

Nangong Nan said: "Although there is no moon, there is candlelight."

She leaned forward and spoke in his ear, her voice as ethereal as a ghost, "Sir, look back, how bright those candles are."

Nangong Nan's expression did not match his voice, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, just like the sweet words before drawing the knife.

The scholar shook his head and sighed: "How can candlelight compare with moonlight? That's all. Let's go down the mountain. It's very late."

Nangong Nan said: "If you look back, there seems to be something wrong with those stone sculptures."

The scholar laughed and said, "What can go wrong with the stone sculptures?"