Chapter 527

While talking to herself, Ning Qiandu slowly stood up.

Her whole temperament seemed to have returned to the beginning of her previous life. She was not moved by Ji Mo, and was still the elegant lady of a noble family.

She was not worldly, and the men who pursued her were beaten up on the street, and she never looked at any of them. When she met a rogue, she either ignored him or let the servants beat him up, without any weakness.

As for why she suddenly became like this, it was mostly because of the Wuqing Jue. In her previous life, she suffered too much backlash from the Wuqing Jue, so that her physique and mentality in this life had potential changes.

It was just a fuse of extreme depression and confusion. As long as she had that kind of emotion, she would get deeper and deeper, and finally be distorted by the technique.

Of course, the technique is still the technique after all. Although it has the ability to distort personality, Ning Qiandu is still Ning Qiandu. Whether it is memory or the feelings of the previous moment, as well as the feelings for Ji Mo, they have not changed.

However, this thing changes very quickly. It is possible that in the next moment, love or not love will change immediately, especially when the Wuqing Jue breaks out.

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In the ward, Ji Mo was still sitting by the bed, watching Su Qingqiao and Mi Lin.

Mi Lin was seriously injured, and Ji Mo had been wiping her forehead, changing the dressing, boiling the medicine, and feeding her medicine on time.

As if she felt Ji Mo's careful care, a slight smile slowly appeared on her pale and bloodless face.

"Silly girl, still smiling."

Ji Mo was wiping her face, and seeing her smile, he couldn't help but scold her with a smile.

If Mi Lin hadn't rushed over to protect him at that time, he might have died and even his child would have died.

He was very grateful to Mi Lin, the girl who had been selflessly devoting herself to him, and almost died every time.

"I owe you a lot... I promised to take you to Disneyland in the United States, but I didn't have time to take you there. This time when I return to the secular world, I will definitely take you and Yue'er with me. If possible, I will also take your sister Shiyao with me."

Ji Mo said, and felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to find a place to lie down, but there were only two beds here, so Ji Mo had no place to lie down, so he could only go back to his room.

"Senior sister, help me..."

Ji Mo habitually stretched out his hand, but he didn't feel his arm being touched by others, and he didn't feel a soft shoulder to lean on.

At this time, he came back to his senses. Ning Qiandu had already left...

Ji Mo calmed down at this time and thought about himself and Ning Qiandu.

To be honest, he didn't have much involvement with Ning Qiandu in his life. Even when he was first brought into the sect by his master, she, as his senior sister, took good care of him.

But everything became a reverse contradiction because of the battle in the sect's forbidden land, and it was a very worse contradiction.

Simply put, after that battle, all the good feelings between the two sisters and brothers were shattered. It was not until a year later when Ji Mo returned again and Ning Qiandu recovered his memory that the two had a late-night hug.

In general, the contact between the two was really too little, not as good as other people, so Ji Mo cared about other women.

This kind of care is not love, but just care because of simple familiarity.

That is to say, because there is no memory of the previous life, Ji Mo does not feel how little he cares about Ning Qiandu, but Ning Qiandu feels that Ji Mo treats her badly.

"I don't know what kind of experience I had with my sister in my previous life... I hope I won't be too bad to her." Ji Mo sighed and said.

Finally, Ji Mo wiped Su Qingqiao's forehead and arms, gave Su Qingqiao some medicine, and then left the ward and returned to his room to rest.

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After getting up, Ning Qiandu did not go anywhere else, but came to the most secluded place in the back mountain. That is to say, seclusion is a bit inappropriate, because this place is very beautiful, but there are few people coming.

This is the pavilion on the back mountain. The pavilions are connected one by one. There are weeping willows beside the pavilions and a small river running through them.

This used to be the favorite place for the elders. That was because of the decline of the middle sect and the shortage of mentors. The elders could only go there to guide the disciples in person. Because of the busyness of various affairs, not many people came here.

Even if someone came, it was in the evening when the disciples finished their practice and took a bath. They came here to watch the stars and the moon to relax. However, some special geniuses also sought inspiration for breakthroughs here.

It was noon now. Except for a few senior disciples, all the disciples of the sect were training in the martial arts field, so it was very quiet here.

As soon as she arrived at the pavilion, Ning Qiandu sat on a stone chair, and then she began to practice with her true qi.

Slowly, a ball of red true qi floated around her body, and this ball of red true qi began to condense and form a rope.

This is the "severance of emotions" that must be experienced before practicing the Heartless Art, and this red rope is the so-called worldly complex. It is said that this red rope is condensed from the emotions of the practitioner, and cutting the rope is to cut off the emotions.

"Hiss..."

A very subtle sound sounded, and the red rope was broken in the middle, with both ends even, symbolizing a peaceful separation and absolute freedom from worries.

As the rope was broken, the atmosphere around Ning Qiandu seemed to have changed, and the temperature of the air dropped a lot.

Her originally beautiful and gentle ice-snow eyes were instantly covered with frost, revealing a sharp edge that people dared not look directly at.

Some people change in an instant, especially with the effect of the Wuqing Jue, Ning Qiandu's mentality changed very quickly.

Her originally beautiful black hair turned white, but her white was not the color of Mi Lin's hair. The color of Mi Lin's hair was silver and shiny, while her white seemed like sharp iron wires, and it felt like death if you touched it.

As a breeze blew her hair, the snowflakes in her icy eyes slowly turned. She stood up, lowered her head, looked at her toes, and moved her toes, as if she felt that the shoes didn't fit.

"Why be a slave pursuing others? It's better to be a queen admired by hundreds of millions of people." She said lightly.

At this moment, the expression on her face was like that of Zhao Shiyao in the past. She had a cold face when she saw anyone, but compared to Zhao Shiyao at the time, her face was cold and indifferent.

"When I am stronger than all living things, who will not care about me? How can I care about you so much?"

After looking at her toes for a few seconds, she walked out of the pavilion and looked at the sky. She didn't move for a long time.

No one knows what she is thinking, but she knows very well that she wants to become stronger, very strong.

Now she is looking up, just to stabilize her mentality.

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