C2215 When You Come I'il be Fine
C2215 When You Come I'il be Fine
Not long after Shen Yun left with her child, Lee Nanfang understood.
Ever since he had stepped onto the ground of the South Korea, the demon who had transformed into Ye Xiaoqian had already sensed his presence.
Perhaps, it had been hiding in the dark, looking at Lee Nanfang with resentment.
However, due to Lee Nanfang's own aura, it could be said that the dragon aura was something that prevented it from acting rashly.
However, after Lee Nanfang and Shen Yue's long separation and their newlyweds, its energy was greatly damaged. It rapidly weakened Lao'er for ten years, and its protective dragon qi also disappeared completely. Finally, it could do whatever it wanted.
It didn't want to do anything to Bao'er.
At the very least, it didn't want to hurt Bao'er right now.
Because it hadn't killed Lee Nanfang yet.
As long as it could take care of him, wouldn't it be easy for it to hurt Bao'er?
After it possessed the child, it intentionally revealed an evil expression and forced Lee Nanfang to do as it wanted.
It hoped that Lee Nanfang would go to Dragon-hiding Mountain tonight.
Lee Nanfang had originally killed the giant python with Dragon-hiding Mountain. Then, after more than two years, it could be considered as a repayment for his death there.
Of course, Lee Nanfang didn't have to go.
They could even escape from the South Korea overnight and hide in Qingshan's Lee Family villa.
But if he did that, hehe, the children of Shen Yun, Hamm, and even Sui Yueyue and Shangdao Yinghua would die unexpectedly.
Lee Nanfang had to go.
Even if he clearly knew that there was no possibility of him returning alive after going to the Dragon-hiding Mountain, he still had to go.
"It might be my fate to die here."
In the moonlight, it was 1: 30 in the morning. Lee Nanfang lightly coughed a few times and raised his head as he jumped out of the car.
His left hand held the Dragon-hiding Mountain.
Ever since the giant python was killed within the Room Seven, the Han City gave up on this side.
The Dragon-hiding Mountain that was left unattended became increasingly desolate under the moonlight. From time to time, strange bird cries could be heard coming from the mountains.
The cement road that could have been used to drive a car up the mountain was cracked and filled with weeds. It was as thick as an arm.
More than two years ago, the great earthquake that occurred in the eight hundred Monarch Valley caused the aftershocks to spread to this area from the ground, causing quite a bit of damage.
Shen Yun had long since called Lee Nanfang to say that the Room Seven had also collapsed due to the aftershock.
To cause the source of Han City, Shen Jiahuihuang, to become a pile of ruins.
On the side of the road, there was a crumbling sign. There were a few words written on it. Under the pale moonlight, it was extremely shocking — this mountain is haunted, so be careful!
The sign was made by Shen Yun.
In the eyes of others, it might just be a bluff.
However, Lee Nanfang felt that this was indeed the case.
He coughed a few more times and looked in front of him.
He came here a few years ago and remembered very clearly that the stone bridge was very strong.
Why does it look like it's on the verge of collapse, like a warning sign?
It seemed that the stone bridge was also affected by the aftershock.
However, it was still enough to support Lee Nanfang as he walked over.
The wind suddenly grew stronger.
The moon was covered by a cloud that was blowing in from the sky. Although it was still radiating light, it gave off a sinister feeling.
Lee Nanfang coughed and slowly walked forward.
The speed at which he was aging was even faster than he had imagined.
Even a normal person at his age and someone he loved would not necessarily catch a cold if they were to randomly sweat and take a cold bath.
However, Lee Nanfang had a cold.
Still a bad cold.
Every cough felt as though his lungs were being crushed.
He walked very slowly.
But she kept walking.
He saw the boulder.
The moon seemed to have lit up all of a sudden, or maybe Lee Nanfang was seeing things.
Otherwise, how could he have seen a woman on that huge rock?
That woman was lying quietly on the stone on her back. There was only a piece of white silk tied around her waist. Her long legs hung down from her body, and her beautiful feet touched the ground.
She just laid there quietly and didn't do anything. However, Lee Nanfang's breathing, heart rate, all became hurried.
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If someone was nearby, they would definitely see his eyes. They were shockingly bright, as if he was a peerless treasure.
Without a doubt, no matter how beautiful a woman is, or how unsteady a man's posture is, even if it's a slight rise and fall, a faint humming sound, and a charm that makes the flowers bloom, to Lee Nanfang, it's still a billionaire entering a high-end fast food restaurant. There's no such reaction at all.
Don't forget, in his house, what kind of beauty was there?
The grandiose one was his aunt, the callous one was Yang Xiao, the obedient one was Chiang Morann, the gentle one was Min Rou, the shrewd one was Bai Linger, the virtuous one was Hua Yeshen, the hypocritical Loong Chengcheng, the shameless one was Helan Xiaoxin …
Other than these women, there was also Shangdao Yinghua who had sworn her loyalty to him, Shen Yun, the baby-faced Han City, and the sinister Sui Yueyue.
No matter what, Lee Nanfang shouldn't have this feeling when he saw this woman.
It was just like how Old Bachelor, who was fifty-eight years old, saw a peerless beauty.
It was all because of him!
The woman lying quietly on the mountain was none other than — Duan Xiangning.
Duan Xiangning was the first person he thought of when Lee Nanfang was ashamed of in his life.
Even though his relationship with Duan Xiangning wasn't as deep as he'd imagined.
It was to the extent that even until the point of Duan Xiangning dying, she had only pestered him like candy because she was afraid of being abandoned by the Dali and killed as if she were an abandoned child.
Or perhaps it was using him.
However, all that she did was to repay Lee Nanfang by killing herself when he was being used to threaten himself.
Once he died, he would repay a hundred debts.
However, Lee Nanfang was burdened with a heavy debt for this. Even if he wanted to pay it back, he didn't have the means to do so.
For the past two years or so, Lee Nanfang had been hiding in the soft lands of the mountains, drunk and debaucherous. But Duan Xiangning was buried in the crevices of a foreign land, accompanied only by the moaning river, the desolate Dragon-hiding Mountain, and the cold wind.
And just like this, her Incense Soul was also entangled by the python's descendant, unable to rest in peace.
No words could describe Lee Nanfang's guilt towards Duan Xiangning.
This was also the reason why, when he saw Duan Xiangning, he was so shocked that he could not control himself. He completely forgot that the beauty had already passed away, and his eyes were filled with heavy love.
"Nanfang, why did you just arrive?" Do you know how much I've missed you all these years? "
Duan Xiangning slowly sat up, her eyes brimming with the charm of joy. Every word that came out of her mouth seemed to come from beyond the heavens.
Lee Nanfang slowly bent down.
The forehead, touching the forehead, the nose to the nose, the lips to the lips, the eyes to the eyes like four invisible ropes tangled together, unable to separate.
"How have you been all these years?"
When Duan Xiangning's slightly cold lips slowly kissed his, Lee Nanfang asked softly.
"No, not good."
Duan Xiangning replied with a trembling voice, "But, that's fine. "Because as long as you're here, I'll be fine."
When you come, I'll be fine.
"I'm here, you're good."
Lee Nanfang couldn't stop muttering these words. Along with Duan Xiangning's round, smooth chin, he suddenly raised his silky silky hair and flung it behind him, drowning out his happy moaning.
The sky turned bright.
The golden morning sun spread over the mountain, covering it with a layer of golden light.
It sprinkled on the surface of the river, as if golden snakes were scurrying about.
It also fell on Lee Nanfang's hair-- snow-white, not a single strand of black.