"Come, I will take you away."

Qin Jian gently took Zhu Zhuqing's cold jade hand into his, pulled her and stepped out of the Qibao Glazed Sect's meeting hall.

The light outside was just right, which brought a moment of dazzling light.

The Qibao Glazed Sect is built near mountains and rivers, with pavilions, bridges and flowing water, and the scenery is picturesque.

Qin Jian held Zhu Zhuqing's hand and walked slowly inside the sect, followed not far behind by a light green lemon spirit.

"You just led me away a few days ago, and today you lead me again, big pig's hooves, big pig's hooves!"

She muttered to herself and had to bear the strange looks from the sect disciples around her.

They knew Zhu Zhuqing quite well. After all, for nearly a year, she and their little princess Rongrong had been going in and out together, as if they were the same person.

But what's going on now?

The fiancé of their little Princess Rongrong held her best friend’s hand and spread dog food in the sect openly?

This scene is really magical, which makes these Qibao Glazed Sect disciples who have not experienced the baptism of eating melons quite excited.

"Hey! If you want to leave, go faster!"

Ning Rongrong finally clenched her fists and burst out: "I, Ning Rongrong, don't want to lose face?!"

Qin Jian glanced at the eyes around him and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

It's not that he walked so slowly on purpose, it was just that after five years, walking hand in hand with his kitten again, the psychological touch and satisfaction completely filled his brain, and he had no time to care about the outside world.

I think Zhu Zhuqing felt the same way, otherwise the two of them would not have a tacit understanding and not speak all the way.

"Then let's hurry up."

Zhu Zhuqing also woke up from her immersion, but she glanced back at Ning Rongrong and suddenly rolled her eyes.

"Qin Jian..."

She let go of Qin Jian's hand, then stretched out her hands upwards, with a smile on her face and a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "Hold me."

Ning Rongrong: "?"

No, I asked you to hurry up and you just show me this?

Are you still the aloof and unapproachable Zhu Zhuqing?

Brother Jian instantly turned into a little pet as soon as he came back, right?

"Hey, hey, won't you walk slower if you hold me?" She said angrily with her hands on her hips.

Zhu Zhuqing looked back and smiled: "No."

"Really, Qin Jian?" She raised her head and said.

Qin Jian smiled, didn't say anything, and directly hugged the princess.

He opened his mouth to start a fight, so he might as well do it directly.

"Walk."

Using force on his feet, he rushed out in one swift step.

After all, he is a soul master, so there is no reason why he will move slowly if he holds on to him.

Ning Rongrong pouted as she watched them walking further and further away, unable to say anything.

Although the time of the smelly cat has been reduced to one day, why is he still so unhappy...

"What are you looking at!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said to the sect disciples around her: "Don't look at me!"

"Yes Yes Yes…"

These disciples quickly dispersed.

Little Princess Rongrong, even if she is no longer the little witch she used to be, is still not something they can afford to offend...

"Rongrong, I haven't seen you so lively for a long time..."

At this time, Ning Fengzhi's voice came.

Ning Rongrong turned around and saw him and Bone Douluo walking over together.

"dad?"

She called out softly.

Ning Fengzhi touched her head and said gently: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy seeing Qin Jian and Zhu Zhuqing together?"

Ning Rongrong was startled, but quickly shook her head and said: "No, although it will be a little uncomfortable, I am not particularly unhappy, because these are all things I expected and can accept."

"Well, since it's your own choice, then go ahead." Ning Fengzhi nodded.

Ning Rongrong suddenly laughed: "Dad, even if it wasn't my choice, you would still advise me, right? After all, our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is almost tied to Brother Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly startled, but he shook his head and said: "Rongrong, you are wrong. It's because you chose Jian'er, so the future of the Qibao Glazed Sect is tied to him, not to you.

Choose him."

"Then...will dad blame me?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head and said softly: "It is my own feelings that have kidnapped the Qibao Glazed Sect until now."

Ning Fengzhi continued to touch her head: "Dad, it's too late to thank you. If it weren't for you, how could Jian'er have planned for the Qibao Glazed Sect wholeheartedly? If it weren't for him, maybe half of the sect would have been destroyed in the soul hunting operation.

If it weren't for him, our long-term layout in the Tiandou Empire would have been in vain. Who would have thought that the disciple I accepted, Xue Qinghe, is actually from the Spirit Hall?"

Ning Rongrong became happy after hearing this: "So Brother Jian has brought so many changes to the sect, it's great!"

Seeing her jumping away with her hands behind her back, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but reveal a faint and warm smile: "It's been a long time since I've seen Rongrong so happy. Jian'er almost occupies her entire world."

"We have watched Qin Jian grow up. He is really kind to Rongrong. You can rest assured that Rongrong is left to him..."

Bone Douluo sighed and said: "Well, Old Man Jian is lucky. Not only did he break through level 97, but his disciples will catch up in a short time..."

"Uncle Jian seems to have understood something from the sword energy confrontation with Jian'er. He is still standing on the street of Tiandou City..."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes suddenly showed a look of expectation: "If Uncle Jian breaks through again..."

That would be so difficult for me...

The wrinkles on Bone Douluo's face seemed to be a little deeper.

Ning Rongrong's small building is not far from the building where Sword Douluo and Qin Jian live. In other words, the residences of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo and Ning Rongrong are in the best position.

Therefore, Qin Jian certainly knows the location of Ning Rongrong's residence.

Holding Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, he rushed in and pushed away the maids who were full of gossip. He and Zhu Zhuqing were the only two people left in the entire small building.

"Deng Deng."

Gently putting Zhu Zhuqing down, her high heels made a crisp sound against the floor.

"Come."

She just raised her eyes and looked at him, then grabbed his hand and walked towards the bedroom.

As expected of Ning Rongrong's room, the entire interior was decorated with a light green color, or it couldn't be called light green. According to Qin Jian's previous life, it should be called Tiffany blue.

Otherwise, it would be embarrassing to say that the room is full of green...

"The color of Tiffany blue is indeed the pinnacle of the blend of blue and green. There is no better combination than this." Qin Jian looked around and said.

"What... blue?" Zhu Zhuqing turned around and looked at him strangely.

Qin Jian pointed around and said, "That's the name of Rongrong's favorite color."

"When you come in with me, this is the first thing you notice?"

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly came a little closer to him, touched his chest with a pair of delicate hands, moved up little by little, and finally wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing out like a blue: "Don't you see that big bed?"

Qin Jian: "..."
Chapter completed!