Ling Nanfeng pinched his temples and said, "Do you like Ning Fan?"
"I don't like him. He is just a troublemaker and a troublemaker. How could I like him?"
"Then why do you still want to preserve his origin?"
Ling Fei didn't know how to answer this question. As a father, could she still not see it?
"Feifei, father doesn't want to say anything more. You have to think carefully. Ning Fan is in a dangerous situation now, but as long as he gets through it, it will be a safe haven for you. Of course, these are my personal words. It mainly depends on what you think."
"Dad, Ning Fan's origin will not affect me now, don't worry."
Ling Fei continued: "Please don't tell Ning Fan, he is not ready, and I am not ready either. Let's wait for a while."
"Well, this is all fate."
"Thank you dad."
Now Ling Fei is very clear that Ning Fan is in a very dangerous situation. If he knows about it, it will definitely affect his future and even his life.
After spending such a long time with Ning Fan, Ling Fei knew very well what kind of person Ning Fan was.
If Ning Fan was really a carefree and irresponsible person, then the two of them would never meet again.
After Ling Shuang came back, Ning Fan felt that he was a bit redundant because they were having a reunion dinner.
But he couldn't resist Song Junru's enthusiasm and finally finished the meal.
It was already night, and Ling Nanfeng said: "Ning Fan, come to the backyard with me to talk."
"Okay, uncle."
"Dad?" Ling Fei was a little worried.
Ling Nanfeng ignored it and took Ning Fan to the backyard.
A few minutes passed, and Ling Nanfeng didn't speak. This made Ning Fan a little confused, so he took the initiative and said, "Uncle, what's the matter?"
"How many women have you had so far?"
"ah?"
Ning Fan was confused by this question and said in confusion: "I don't know if you are referring to female friends, or?"
"you understand me."
"If you are referring to the relationship between husband and wife, you also know my current situation. Likewise, I don't know what kind of problems I will face in the future. I have many friends and close friends around me, but I dare not go beyond the limit because I can't give anything.
They promise."
"Then what?" Ling Nanfeng asked.
Ning Fan pursed his lips: "They are all good women, and I don't want to bet their bright future on me."
"You think too much. Sometimes it's not the path you choose that causes them to suffer misfortune, but when they choose to follow in your footsteps, that's the path they chose."
"I still don't understand what you mean."
"You are too young now, young man, grasp everything in the moment. The road to the future cannot be walked by you alone."
Ning Fan frowned slightly, thinking about what Ling Nanfeng said.
"I thought my whole life was over like this, but I picked up this sword again during the last battle at Hulong Villa. I used to be crazy about swords and realized the Nine Swords of Tianqing. Do you want to learn it?"
"But I'm good at boxing, but not very useful with swords." Ning Fan scratched his head.
"Forget it, it's okay if Shuang'er and Fei'er take over now, but you have to promise me something."
"You say."
Ling Nanfeng looked at Ning Fan and said solemnly: "No matter what danger Fei'er encounters in the future, you must protect her safety as soon as possible. Is there any problem?"
"No problem. Sister Feifei and I are also friends who have passed away. Her business is my business."
"I really want to whip you." Ling Nanfeng said.
Suddenly, Ling Nanfeng walked up to Ning Fan and said, "Let me see your strength."
At that moment, Ning Fan felt that Ling Nanfeng's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing his eyebrows. He quickly backed away and was shocked: "Is this the oppressive feeling of the Sword God?"
Ling Nanfeng waved his right hand lightly, and a sword energy struck him.
"What a sharp sword spirit."
Ning Fan subconsciously crossed his arms in front of his eyes, facing the sharp sword energy, as if he had been hit by a train.