Chapter 116

"Go, go to the tent."

"Brother Jian, do you want the tent we used to live in?" Ning Rongrong was surprised.

Qin Jian nodded and said, "I asked the elder for the tent we lived in. I arranged it myself."

The curtain rose as like as two peas came in, and the two of them walked the same way.

"Wow..."

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

The soft bed made her giggle happily, and she couldn't help rolling a few times.

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

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

"Woo..."

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

"Rong Rong..."

At this time, Qin Jian suddenly said slowly, "Rongrong... If... I leave... What will you do?"

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

"Nothing... I said it for fun..."

Qin Jian smiled gently at this time and took the topic over.

"No..."

But the girl's sixth sense, he qiminrui, and the look on Ning Rongrong's face began to become uneasy: "brother Jian, you're a little strange today. You opened the mimicry cultivation ground and prepared a tent..."

"It's nothing. Don't think about it."

Qin Jian gently touched her long soft hair.

But Ning Rongrong didn't let down his heart. Everything that happened recently poured into his mind: "brother Jian, you've been very strange recently. Rong Rong feels like you're making up for something. Give me the best soul ring and trade with poison Douluo today..."

"Do you... Do you really... Really... Want to... Leave me..."

The girl's tears swirled in her eyes.

Qin Jian suddenly turned his head and wiped the back of his hand from the corner of his eyes. Then he turned back and said with a smile: "don't think about it. Shall I tell you a story? Zhang Xiaofan's story hasn't told the end yet..."

"Zhang Xiaofan's story..."

Ning Rongrong murmured and suddenly said, "brother Jian, you haven't talked about the grand finale. Are you waiting now... What are you... What are you going to do..."

Although he is usually like a child, his mind is as sharp as a mature woman at the most critical time.

Qin Jian didn't answer her, but took her in his arms.

"Rongrong, last time I told you about the Qingyun crisis, the whole Qingyun Mountain was surrounded by the ghost King sect and had been killed before the Yuqing Hall..."

"Because of the disappearance of Baguio, Zhang Xiaofan completely collapsed in Caomiao village and slowly recovered with the company of Lu Xueqi..."

"On this day, he seemed to be summoned to the magic moon cave, where the ancient sword for killing immortals was preserved..."

"It's still so difficult to walk through the magic moon again..."

"Thousands of mountains and rivers, trekking alone..."

"It snows at dusk and mountains, and only the shadow walks alone..."

"Zhang Xiaofan cries bitterly..."

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

Qin Jian's voice was slightly choked.

"All he wants... Is to be with his beloved..."

Ning Rongrong covered his small mouth and fog filled his eyes.

But Qin Jian smiled at this time: "finally, he won the recognition of Zhu Xian ancient sword and has the power of heaven and earth..."

"He defeated the ghost king and Ashura... But he didn't get what he wanted..."

"Many years later, in Caomiao village, Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan looked at each other and smiled..."

"The little golden bell tied to the green corner of the eaves... Ringing in the wind..."

"This... Is the end..."

Qin Jian bowed his head and said, "Rongrong, you know what? I especially like Zhang Xiaofan because I'm like him..."

"I don't want strength, I don't want loneliness, I just want to be with my loved ones all the time..."

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

She seems to have a hunch

"But the world is always like this. It won't give you what you want. Nine out of ten things are always unhappy..."

Ning Rongrong cried, but Qin Jian smiled.

"Just like the lonely monkey, if you want love, you must give up power, and if you want power, you must give up love..."

"But how can he protect love when he has no power? Why should he lose love when he has power..."

Qin Jian raised his head to keep the fog in his eyes.

"Fate is so cruel, but we have no strength to resist..."

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

Finally made up his mind

"Rongrong, fate is unfair, but I want to fight it to the end, so..."

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

"Brother Jian!"

She suddenly interrupted Qin Jian's words and said quickly, "brother Jian, shall I accompany you?"

"You want to fight against fate, I'll accompany you!"

"Whatever you want to do, I'll accompany you!"

Tears flow faster and faster

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

She carefully grabbed Qin Jian's sleeve.

"I can give you whatever you want..."

"Qibao Liuli sect can give you..."

"Rongrong himself can give you..."

"I can give you anything..."

Her little hand gripping her sleeve was getting tighter and tighter.

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

"Don't leave me... Please..."

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

People who have never experienced lovelorn will never know how painful the heart will be at this moment.

Mixed with desperate heartache, what brings is the real convulsion of the heart.

Like a knife!

But Qin Jian still smiled: "come on, Rongrong, eat this qiluo tulip..."

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

Ning Rongrong shook his head again and again.

"Darling, don't let my efforts be wasted, okay?"

Qin Jian gently put qiluo tulip on Ning Rongrong's mouth: "come on, open your mouth, ah..."

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth with tears, and qiluo tulip immediately turned into pure energy and poured into her body.

She was willful not to eat, but she didn't want to live up to Qin Jian's wishes.

The huge energy forced her to enter the state of cultivation in an instant, and she couldn't do anything else at all.

Qin Jian waited until Ning Rongrong closed his eyes and entered the state of cultivation. Only then did the two lines of tears slowly flow down.

No one saw it. Finally, there was no need to continue patience.

He gently raised his hand and slowly put it on Ning Rongrong's smooth cheek.

"Rong Rong..."

He choked and said, "Rongrong... You are my fiancee... Even if I die, I want to protect you from harm..."

"Wait for me... Be sure to wait for me..."

"When I come back to marry you!"

He finally got up and rushed to the curtain, but the moment he lifted the curtain, he couldn't help stopping.

The boy looked back again, as if to carve the little figure into his mind.

Then he went out and didn't look back