"Brother Jian, there have been many times when I walked alone on Tiandou City Street, I was thinking... One day, I will walk hand in hand with Brother Jian to see if I will have a different mood...

"

Ning Rongrong grasped Qin Jian's hand tightly, her brows full of satisfaction: "It turns out it's really different."

"At that time, I was walking on this long street and watching people coming and going. I just felt lonely and just wanted to escape from the bustling..."

She blinked her beautiful eyes and said: "And now, I just want this street to extend infinitely, so that I can keep walking with Brother Jian..."

"Or, it would be nice if it could snow now."

Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up at the sky with regret: "It's a pity that it's spring now..."

"snow?"

Qin Jian gave her a funny look: "In that case, we can go all the way to the old age?"

"Ah? Brother Jian, have you ever heard of such a thing? I heard it from the little girls in the sect who longed for love!"

Ning Rongrong looked at him and said with a smile: "It's a pity that their aspirations are just like mine at that time. They only know what they want but don't know what they have to pay."

"Rongrong, do you really want to grow old together?"

Qin Jian suddenly looked at her and smiled: "Maybe we won't grow old in the end?"

Ning Rongrong was startled, and there seemed to be violent fluctuations in her eyes, but she quickly restrained herself and did not let Qin Jian understand the meaning. She just raised the corners of her mouth and said: "Brother Jian, if I can't be with you, even if

It will never grow old, and I don’t want it either.”

What does it mean to never grow old? Naturally, it means breaking through the limits of a soul master and becoming a god.

Qin Jian didn't know if Ning Rongrong knew about becoming a god, but her words clearly meant...

If she can't be with him, even if she becomes a god, she won't want it!

"Rongrong, do you know something?" Qin Jian suddenly asked.

There was a flash of hesitation in Ning Rongrong's eyes, but she quickly smiled and her big eyes flickered: "What does Brother Jian mean? I don't understand."

It seems like he really doesn't know anything...

"Rongrong, no matter what happens, you can tell me, you don't need to be alone in your heart."

Qin Jian reached out and tucked the messy hair behind her ears.

Ning Rongrong hummed softly and said nothing. She just held hands with him quietly and walked together.

"As for you wanting to grow old together today, that's easy to achieve..."

Qin Jian held her little hand with his right hand, and slowly raised his left hand to summon the martial spirit. The third spirit ring lit up, and a pure light of ice and snow shot into the sky.

Even the blue electric Tyrannosaurus Rex martial spirit can have special effects of lightning and thunder. He has the ability to control the water element. Compared with Contra, its real strength is that it is not difficult to temporarily affect some weather conditions.

Ning Rongrong looked at his actions curiously.

"Rongrong, look at the sky." Qin Jian suddenly pointed at the sky and said.

When Ning Rongrong heard this, she raised her head and looked up, then her eyes widened slightly: "Is it really... snowing?"

Thousands of snowflakes fell from the sky, swirling around them and falling.

"It's really snow..."

Ning Rongrong raised her hand, and a few snowflakes fell into her palm, bringing a little bit of coolness.

She suddenly spread her hands and stood on tiptoes, spinning in circles in the snow. Snowflakes flew and stuck to her long hair and dress.

The smile on her face was as pure as a child's, and like an elf in the snow.

Qin Jian looked at it and smiled.

My eyes felt a little sour for some reason.

He suddenly remembered a song he liked very much in his previous life and hummed it subconsciously.

"Gently, fall into my palm..."

"Quietly, ice freezes in the palm of your hand..."

The lyrics are surprisingly consistent with my current mood.

"Meeting each other was destined in the previous life..."

"It hurts, taste all the happiness..."

Ning Rongrong's spinning figure slowly stopped, and she was face to face with him. Her eyes were blinking, as if they could speak.

Qin Jian smiled slightly and looked at her with soft, affectionate and calm eyes.

"I listened slowly to the sound of falling snow..."

"Close your eyes and imagine that it will never stop..."

"..."

"When I opened my eyes, the snow in the sky was ruthless..."

"Who will compensate for this good life..."

Ning Rongrong's cold little hands suddenly grabbed Qin Jian's hands and smiled sweetly: "I'll accompany you!"

Qin Jian was startled for a moment, then he smiled very comfortably: "Who will come... to accompany me in this life... a good time..."

"Brother Jian, Brother Jian, this song sounds great!"

Ning Rongrong grabbed his right hand with both hands and kept shaking it: "Can you teach me? I want to learn."

"good…"

Qin Jian smiled softly, took her hand and continued walking towards the end of the street.

"I'll sing a line, and you can follow along and learn a line, okay?"

"good."

The two held hands and walked side by side.

Qin Jian's voice: "Lightly, falling on my palm..."

Ning Rongrong followed: "Lightly, fall into my palm..."

The setting sun gradually sets downwards, and no matter how reluctant it is to leave, it can only leave a trace of afterglow on the horizon.

On the dim street, the backs of the two people walked further and further away, and their shadows became longer and longer. Along with the swaying snowflakes, they gradually became the background of the painting.

So silently, strands of silver flow gathered behind her, and soon transformed into Na'er's silver-haired, purple-eyed appearance.

She floated not far behind the two of them, stretched out her hands, feeling the coolness of the snowflakes, but her eyes reflected the back figures of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong in front of them.

Suddenly... there was a look of envy in his eyes...

Is this what Qin Jian said is the most moving thing in the world?

It turns out to be really... very beautiful...

"I listened slowly to the sound of falling snow..."

At some point, the two began to sing softly.

"Close your eyes and imagine that it will never stop..."

"..."

"When I opened my eyes, the snow in the sky was ruthless..."

"Who will compensate for this good life..."

The street came to an end, but they passed through the city gate and kept walking.

"I'll stay with you for the rest of my life..."

"...good times."

We talk about it and we will grow old together, but when we actually practice it, we will find that if the snow falls but does not cool down, the snowflakes on the top of the head will soon melt away.

Na'er was still floating not far behind them. She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she couldn't help but wave her hands, using her elemental control ability.

As a result, the weather that was originally just slowly falling snow gradually became colder and the snowflakes became denser.

Soon, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong's bodies and heads were sprinkled with a layer of white snow.

Realized, let's grow old together...

Qin Jianruo raised his eyes and took a look, and then he noticed that Na'er turned into a stream of silver again and returned to his body.

"Na'er, thank you..." he said softly in his heart.

But didn't get any reply.

Qin Jian took a moment and realized that Na'er had actually...
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