When she approached the Song Dynasty, she heard the sound of fighting and rode her horse to look for her. She saw dozens of men in black besieging a man and a woman. The man used a spear, and there were purple tassels on the top of the wall, but his back was inexplicably familiar.

The woman used a long whip, and both of them had good martial arts skills, but the person who besieged them was obviously not mediocre. Each move was extremely vicious.

Gradually, the two of them began to lose their support.

"Jin'e, go quickly!" The man stepped forward a few steps, swung his spear, and immediately forced the person surrounding the woman to take a few steps back.

"No, I have to go together, I have to stay together!" the woman said firmly, and waved her whip forward again.

The scene of their besieged reminded her of the scene where she and Qilang were besieged by the Liao people in her previous life, and she immediately burst into tears.

At this time, one of the big men in black clothes spoke: "Du Jin'e, advise you not to meddle in other people's business. We only need Yang Yansi's life and do not want to hurt others."

‘Yang Yansi!’ The name is like a thunder piercing Ning Ling’s nerves. Apart from Qilang, who else would be called Yang Yansi? As for the name Du Jin'e, she didn’t take it to heart.

"Stop talking nonsense! I won't let you kill him."

"Hahaha," another big man laughed, "Du Jin'e, you must have fallen in love with him, right? His wife is ten thousand times more beautiful than you, and she has been childhood sweethearts with him since she was a child! How old are you in his eyes?"

Du Jin'e's face turned red, and the long whip in her hand swung the big man in black who was smiling at her. The man sneered, grabbed her whip, raised the knife in his right hand, and stabbed her heart, who could not avoid it, while saying, "Do you want to intervene between other people's husband and wife? You look like you, no one wants to be a child for others!" Every word of his words clearly made it anger the other party. "But if you beg me, I can consider it and accept you as my ten..." Before the following words were said, he suddenly widened his eyes, and fear appeared in his eyes. Du Jin'e saw clearly, and a sword pierced his throat.

"You're talking too much!" A cold voice came. Du Jin'e didn't even see how the person who saved her took action. She only felt dazzled in front of her, and the white shadow flashed. In just a moment, dozens of big men immediately fell down, each of which was a sword piercing the throat.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, is it you? Is it you?" A trembling voice came from behind, with great disbelief. She turned around and saw Qilang standing there, staring blankly at the woman in white.

Ning Ling turned around and saw the handsome young man standing in the sunshine. Compared to him when he was a teenager, he had a little more depth and a little less immature and youthfulness.

Her throat was a little dry and her eyes were wet. The sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp collision sound, and the past and past came to her heart in an instant.

"Qiro!"

Qilang threw away the gun in his hand, rushed up and hugged her in his arms, regardless of the person beside him: "It's you, it's you, you are really you, you are not dead!"

Ning Ling's tears kept rushing like surging water. She gently pushed him away. Looking at the confusion that emerged in his eyes, she shook her head: "I am no longer Yang Xue, she is already dead, just six years ago! She died shortly after you died!"

Qilang was stunned, took a few steps back and looked at her carefully. She was obviously Xiaoxue, why did she say she was dead?

"Do you still remember what she said to your parents the night before you got married with her? She is a soul from a thousand years later. For some reason, she came to this time and space, and then attached herself to a little girl and was adopted by the Yang family. The girl was Yang Xue later, and the real soul in her body was called Ning Ling!"

"Then you are..."

"I am Ning Ling! The real master of that soul!"

Qiro took a deep breath, "Aren't you her?"

"Yes, although we have the same soul!" But she is not her after all.

Qilang closed his eyes: "How did she die?"

Ning Ling gritted her teeth: "Difficult delivery!"

"What?"

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The woman used a long whip, and both of them had good martial arts skills, but the person who besieged them was obviously not mediocre. Each move was extremely vicious.

Gradually, the two of them began to lose their support.

"Jin'e, go quickly!" The man stepped forward a few steps, swung his spear, and immediately forced the person surrounding the woman to take a few steps back.

"No, I have to go together, I have to stay together!" the woman said firmly, and waved her whip forward again.

The scene of their besieged reminded her of the scene where she and Qilang were besieged by the Liao people in her previous life, and she immediately burst into tears.

At this time, one of the big men in black clothes spoke: "Du Jin'e, advise you not to meddle in other people's business. We only need Yang Yansi's life and do not want to hurt others."

‘Yang Yansi!’ The name is like a thunder piercing Ning Ling’s nerves. Apart from Qilang, who else would be called Yang Yansi? As for the name Du Jin'e, she didn’t take it to heart.

"Stop talking nonsense! I won't let you kill him."

"Hahaha," another big man laughed, "Du Jin'e, you must have fallen in love with him, right? His wife is ten thousand times more beautiful than you, and she has been childhood sweethearts with him since she was a child! How old are you in his eyes?"

Du Jin'e's face turned red, and the long whip in her hand swung the big man in black who was smiling at her. The man sneered, grabbed her whip, raised the knife in his right hand, and stabbed her heart, who could not avoid it, while saying, "Do you want to intervene between other people's husband and wife? You look like you, no one wants to be a child for others!" Every word of his words clearly made it anger the other party. "But if you beg me, I can consider it and accept you as my ten..." Before the following words were said, he suddenly widened his eyes, and fear appeared in his eyes. Du Jin'e saw clearly, and a sword pierced his throat.

"You're talking too much!" A cold voice came. Du Jin'e didn't even see how the person who saved her took action. She only felt dazzled in front of her, and the white shadow flashed. In just a moment, dozens of big men immediately fell down, each of which was a sword piercing the throat.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, is it you? Is it you?" A trembling voice came from behind, with great disbelief. She turned around and saw Qilang standing there, staring blankly at the woman in white.

Ning Ling turned around and saw the handsome young man standing in the sunshine. Compared to him when he was a teenager, he had a little more depth and a little less immature and youthfulness.

Her throat was a little dry and her eyes were wet. The sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp collision sound, and the past and past came to her heart in an instant.

"Qiro!"

Qilang threw away the gun in his hand, rushed up and hugged her in his arms, regardless of the person beside him: "It's you, it's you, you are really you, you are not dead!"

Ning Ling's tears kept rushing like surging water. She gently pushed him away. Looking at the confusion that emerged in his eyes, she shook her head: "I am no longer Yang Xue, she is already dead, just six years ago! She died shortly after you died!"

Qilang was stunned, took a few steps back and looked at her carefully. She was obviously Xiaoxue, why did she say she was dead?

"Do you still remember what she said to your parents the night before you got married with her? She is a soul from a thousand years later. For some reason, she came to this time and space, and then attached herself to a little girl and was adopted by the Yang family. The girl was Yang Xue later, and the real soul in her body was called Ning Ling!"

"Then you are..."

"I am Ning Ling! The real master of that soul!"

Qiro took a deep breath, "Aren't you her?"

"Yes, although we have the same soul!" But she is not her after all.

Qilang closed his eyes: "How did she die?"

Ning Ling gritted her teeth: "Difficult delivery!"

"What?"
Chapter completed!