"Let's go Rongrong and go to the tent."

Qin Jian took Ning Rongrong's hand and continued walking, holding it so tightly...

"Brother Jian, do you want the tent we lived in before?" Ning Rongrong said in surprise.

Qin Jian nodded and said, "I asked the elder for the tent we lived in, which were arranged by me personally."

Lifting up the curtain, the two walked in, and it was exactly the same.

“Wow…”

Ning Rongrong kicked off his shoes excitedly and lay on the bed.

The soft bed made her giggle happily and couldn't help but roll for a few rounds.

"Brother Jian, come up quickly!" she called.

Qin Jian smiled, then took off his coat, slowly sat on the bed, and hugged Ning Rongrong's soft little body in his arms.

“Woo…”

Ning Rongrong buried in his chest and made a comfortable sound.

“Rongrong…”

At this moment, Qin Jian suddenly said slowly: "Rongrong...what would you do if...I left?"

As if a sledgehammer fell on his heart, Ning Rongrong was shocked and suddenly looked up: "Why did he leave?"

"Nothing...I was talking and having fun..."

Qin Jian smiled softly at this time and brought the topic away.

"wrong…"

But the girl's sixth sense was so keen. Ning Rongrong's face began to become nervous: "Brother Jian, you are a little strange today. You have opened the mimetic cultivation ground and prepared a tent..."

"It's nothing, don't think about it."

Qin Jian gently touched her soft long hair.

But Ning Rongrong didn't feel relieved. Everything that happened recently came to his mind: "Brother Jian, you have been very strange recently. Rongrong felt like he was making up for something, giving me the best soul ring, and today he was still trading with Poison Douluo..."

"You... are you really... really... want to leave me..."

The girl's tears were spinning in her eyes.

Qin Jian suddenly turned his head, and quickly wiped the back of his hand from the corner of his eyes. Then he turned around and said with a smile: "Don't think too much, can I tell you a story? Zhang Xiaofan's story has not yet reached the end..."

"Zhang Xiaofan's story..."

Ning Rongrong murmured and said suddenly: "Brother Jian, you have never talked about the finale. Are you just waiting for now...you...what are you going to do..."

Although you are usually like a child, you are so keen that you are as keen as a mature woman at the most critical moment.

Qin Jian did not answer her, but just held her in his arms.

"Rongrong, last time I told you about the Qingyun crisis. The entire Qingyun Mountain was surrounded by the Ghost King Sect and had already been killed before the Yuqing Palace..."

"And because of Biyao's disappearance, Zhang Xiaofan completely collapsed in Caomiao Village. After Lu Xueqi's company, he slowly recovered..."

"On this day, he seemed to have received some call and came to the Huanyue Cave, the place where the ancient sword of Zhuxian was preserved..."

"It's still so difficult to walk through that magical moon again..."

"Thousands of mountains and rivers, one person travels..."

"The snow in the evening is thousands of mountains, and only the shadow walks alone..."

"Zhang Xiaofan cried bitterly..."

"In his life, don't be lonely, don't live forever, what he wants..."

Qin Jian's voice was slightly choked.

"What he wants...is just to be with his beloved..."

Ning Rongrong covered his little mouth, his eyes filled with mist.

But Qin Jian smiled at this time: "Finally, he gained the recognition of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword and possessed the power of reaching the sky and the earth..."

"He defeated the Ghost King, defeated Asura...but he didn't get what he wanted..."

"Many years have passed, in Caomiao Village, Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan looked at each other and smiled..."

"The golden bell tied to the green corners of the clothes on the eaves...there is a crisp ringing in the wind..."

"This...is the ending..."

Qin Jian lowered his head and said, "Rongrong, do you know? I especially like Zhang Xiaofan because I am the same as him..."

"I don't want strength, I don't want loneliness, I just want to be with my beloved..."

Ning Rongrong looked at him blankly, and for some reason shed tears.

She seemed to have a premonition...

"But this world is always like this. It won't give you what you want. Unsatisfactory things always account for eight or nine out of ten..."

Ning Rongrong cried, but Qin Jian smiled.

"Just like that lonely monkey, if you want love, you must give up your strength, if you want strength, you must give up your love..."

"But how can he protect love without strength? Why do he lose love if he has strength..."

Qin Jian raised his head, so that the mist in his eyes would not flow down.

"How cruel the fate is, but we have no strength to resist..."

He looked down at Ning Rongrong, and the divine light gradually condensed in his eyes.

Finally made up my mind...

"Rongrong, fate is unfair, but I insist on fighting it to the end, so..."

But he couldn't say the following words, because Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up and didn't care about the flow of tears.

"Brother Jian!"

She suddenly interrupted Qin Jian's words and said quickly: "Brother Jian, can I accompany you?"

"You have to fight fate, I will accompany you!"

"I will be with you whatever you want to do!"

Tears are flowing faster and faster...

"Don't leave me, okay..."

She carefully grabbed Qin Jian's sleeve.

"You can give you any kind of Rongrong you want..."

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Piece Sect can give it to you..."

"Rongrong can give it to you..."

"I can give you anything..."

Her little hands holding her sleeves became tighter and tighter.

"Rongrong is willing to be the Lu Xueqi who has always been with you..."

"Don't leave me...please..."

"Don't leave me, okay..."

People who have never experienced a broken heart will never know how painful their hearts will be at this moment.

Mixed with desperate heartache, it brings true heart twitches.

It's like a knife cutting!

But Qin Jian was still laughing: "Come on, Rongrong, eat this Qiluo tulip..."

"I don't eat, I don't eat..."

Ning Rongrong shook his head repeatedly.

"Be good, don't let my hard work be wasted, okay?"

Qin Jian gently put the Qiluo tulip to Ning Rongrong's mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, ah..."

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth with tears in her eyes, and Jiuxin Haitang immediately turned into pure energy and poured into her body.

She was willing to refuse to eat, but she was unwilling to let Qin Jian down.

The huge energy forced her to enter the state of cultivation in an instant and could not do anything else.

Qin Jian waited until Ning Rongrong closed his eyes and entered the state of cultivation, and the two lines of tears slowly flowed down.

No one saw it, so we finally don’t have to continue to endure it.

He raised his hand gently and slowly placed it on Ning Rongrong's glorious cheek.

“Rongrong…”

He choked and said, "Rongrong... You are my fiancée... I will protect you from harm even if I die..."

"Waiting for me...must wait for me..."

"Wait until I come back to marry you!"

He finally got up and rushed towards the door curtain quickly, but the moment he lifted the door curtain, he stopped involuntarily.

The boy looked back again, as if he was about to engrave the small figure into his mind.
Chapter completed!