In the restaurant, Sword Douluo and Qin Jian sat side by side.

The food was already cold, but the two of them didn't feel hungry.

"As long as you don't go against your own conscience..."

Seeing that Qin Jian's mood was a little low, Sword Douluo deliberately said calmly: "You have to give the teacher some credit this time. I have been laughed at by my old bones for three years."

Qin Jian came back to his senses, raised his head and said, "Teacher, don't worry, I won't lose to Gu Yue again in the future."

Sword Douluo's expression changed, and he said: "Although you have understood the realm of my body as a sword, after all, my soul power is too low, and Gu Yue already has level 15 soul power."

"Then I'll improve a bit in the next few days."

Qin Jian looked unworried.

"By Rongrong?"

Sword Douluo tilted his head and said, "I remember you haven't had any interaction with Rongrong in the past three years, right? Why are you making such an immediate impact now?"

Qin Jian smiled and said: "Teacher, I have not written the rest of the story you recently told Rongrong. If she wants to continue listening, she can only come to me."

Sword Douluo opened his eyes and couldn't help but knock Qin Jian's head lightly: "No wonder you, a little guy, would write a story for me with good intentions. It turns out it's not to help me out..."

Qin Jian touched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "It's also for the teacher. Wasn't the teacher unbearably pestered by Rongrong in those days?"

Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, just do whatever you want. The teacher only has one request."

Qin Jian looked solemn: "Teacher, please speak."

"No matter what time, don't hurt others just for the sake of hurting them. That kind of guilt will torture you for the rest of your life." Sword Douluo said.

"Yes, teacher, I remember." Qin Jian said seriously.

"And..."

Sword Douluo touched his head and warned: "If Rongrong has true feelings for you and can't let it go for many years, then after you become a god, you must not let her down. After all, she is our most beloved little princess.

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Qin Jian agreed: "Okay, teacher."

This is what he wants to do. After breaking up, he will naturally not look back, but if it is a deliberate breakup, then he also wants to make up for it later...

"boom."

Just when Qin Jian and Jian Douluo finished talking, the door of the small building was suddenly pushed open violently, and a cute girl's voice came over: "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, Rongrong wants to hear your story!"

When Sword Douluo and Qin Jian heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Why did she just talk about it and she delivered it to her door herself...

The two of them walked down the spiral staircase and saw Ning Rongrong, who was wearing a green short skirt and long hair reaching her waist, sitting on the sofa, her two smooth little feet dangling.

"Rongrong, Grandpa Jian must be very tired from telling you stories every day recently. How about I tell you one today?"

At this time, a young man wearing black clothes ran in.

He ran straight towards Ning Rongrong, with a look of flattery on his face.

"Go away, stinky bone. I don't want to hear your story. It's boring to death!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and crossed her arms, not looking at him.

"Stinky bones..."

Qin Jian's mouth twitched.

The nickname given to the little witch Ning Rongrong is really unspeakable. I hope she won’t give it to herself...

"Grandpa Jian! Grandpa Jian! Where are you!"

Ning Rongrong made a trumpet shape with her hands: "Rongrong wants to hear Zhang Xiaofan's story——"

"Come on, come on, Grandpa Jian is here..."

Qin Jian squinted at Sword Douluo beside him.

He had a dull face just a moment ago, but in an instant his face was filled with a doting smile, and he walked up in three steps at a time.

"Could this be the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect? See how spoiled you Titled Douluo are..."

Qin Jian curled his lips speechlessly.

Although his teacher was very kind to him, he was very strict when he was practicing. It was not like when he was facing Ning Rongrong, holding it in his hand for fear of falling or holding it in his mouth for fear of melting...

And it's not just him, the entire Qibao Glazed Sect, from the sect leader Ning Fengzhi to the two major worshipers of Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, is like this.

This gave Ning Rongrong the temperament of a little witch...

"Grandpa Jian, tell Rongrong the story of Zhang Xiaofan. What happened after his identity was exposed? Was he punished by his master? And Baguio, what happened to him and Baguio?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't wait to rush forward.

Sword Douluo could only catch her. He glanced at Qin Jian, who was slowly walking over, and said, "Well, Grandpa Jian doesn't know what happened next..."

"Ah? Grandpa Jian, how can you tell a story without knowing what happened behind it?"

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and pretended to rub her eyes: "Ugh... Rongrong can't sleep without listening to stories... Does Grandpa Jian not like Rongrong anymore..."

"No, no... Grandpa Jian didn't lie to you." Jian Douluo said hurriedly.

They knew clearly that Ning Rongrong was being petty, but Sword Douluo and the others fell into this trap.

"This story was written by Jian'er. Only he knows the subsequent plot..." Sword Douluo pointed at Qin Jianda hurriedly.

Ning Rongrong looked up in confusion and saw Qin Jian standing quietly behind Sword Douluo.

The handsome face of the young man made her eyes light up: "Hey... you are not Grandpa Jian's direct disciple. You are born with full soul power but have not improved in three years... um... that... that... Xiao Jianjian, right?"

Little sword sword…

Qin Jian's little hands shook, and he said expressionlessly: "My name is Qin Jian."

"oh…"

Ning Rongrong got off Sword Douluo and approached him, asking expectantly: "Did you really write that story about Zhang Xiaofan? Xiao Jianjian..."

Qin Jian's face darkened: "I didn't write it!"

He turned around and left: "I'm going to bed, goodbye!"

Sword Douluo couldn't help but smile.

After so long, he finally saw that Qin Jian had a bit of a child's temper.

Just now, he said that he wanted to get close to Ning Rongrong to improve his soul power, but in the end, his power was ruined because of a nickname.

"Don't go, don't go!"

Ning Rongrong knew why Qin Jian was like this as soon as she rolled her eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeves: "Tell me the story of Zhang Xiaofan, and I won't call you Xiao Jianjian."

Qin Jian didn't look back: "I'm not interested in telling you stories."

"Qin Jian, why don't you even agree to Rongrong's request!"

At this time, Gu Yue, who had always looked unhappy, suddenly interrupted, causing Ning Rongrong to nod repeatedly: "That's right, how can you not agree to Rongrong!"

"I have been practicing for a day and I am tired. I want to take a rest."

Qin Jian still looked stone-hearted and walked all the way to his bedroom.

Ning Rongrong was also dragged over because she was still holding on to his sleeve.

"Cultivation? As long as your soul power hasn't increased in three years, no matter how much you practice, it's still not like that."

Guyue crossed his arms with a look of arrogance on his face: "You have lost to me for three consecutive years and you still haven't given up? I think you are still suitable for telling Rongrong stories, and practicing this kind of thing is not suitable for you."

Qin Jian suddenly stopped and looked back at Guyue.

His gaze was dull, but it suddenly made Gu Yue feel a little pressure.

"Stinky Bones, shut up!"

To Qin Jian's surprise, Ning Rongrong turned around at this moment. She put her hands on her hips and said to Guyue: "What you just said was too much. You should apologize to Xiaojian...well...Qin Jian!"

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