Chapter 477

"Rongrong, what have you been doing all these years?"

Qin Jian doesn't know na'er's psychological activities, let alone that his ancestors have the impulse to chop people.

He still held Ning Rongrong and kissed her gently in the ear: "I want to know what my little princess has been doing in recent years and make up for the regret of not being with you."

Ning Rongrong's eyes showed a crescent shape: "your little princess has had a simple life in recent years. She has been trying to cultivate before. This year, she began to cooperate with her father to spread the name of Princess Rongrong all over Tiandou and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. At least no one in Tiandou Empire now knows me..."

"It's the Xueqing river. It's really powerful..."

She said quietly: "he seems to have noticed the action of our Qibao Liuli sect. Even I don't know my father's plan, but he has been on guard. At present, I can only stabilize the title of princess. I can't touch any further imperial power."

Qin Jian also glanced at Xueqing River on the other side, but saw that she seemed to be looking at him all the time.

At this time, I looked up and smiled at him immediately, like the spring breeze.

"She... Let me solve it later. Rongrong, you don't have to worry about it." he took back his eyes.

Ning Rongrong nodded with a smile: "well, that's what Dad said!"

Chief Ning, what do you want to do? Tell me quickly. I'm a little flustered now

Based on Qin Jian's understanding of big brother Ning, he will operate Ning Rongrong as a princess, so he must have ideas about Tiandou royal family.

But even if the Xueqing river is exposed, and there are avalanches and Xueke, the big man won't want to

Can't think, can't think, think is all kinds of dolls.

"Brother Jian, what have you done these years?"

Ning Rongrong seemed unwilling to talk about this. She asked about Qin Jian's experience.

In this regard, she is not only curious, but also vigilant.

"The last time I separated for two or three years, you gave me two junior three, and another two in a soul master competition. Now, how much do you give in five years?"

It sounds quite peaceful and doesn't seem to care.

But I really believe that women are absolutely magnanimous, and those who are not careful must be straight men.

Qin Jian is certainly not

Moreover, he believes that Ning Rongrong must have been paying attention to his news.

After all, the Intelligence Department of Qibao liulizong was used by her to do this, not once or twice.

"Rongrong, just ask what you want to know." Qin Jian smiled.

Soldiers come to block, water and earth cover up. Let's see what she pays most attention to first.

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong quietly narrowed his eyes: "tell me first. What's going on after teaching?"

"That..."

Sure enough, what I care about most is this. Fortunately, it's not a real hammer.

Qin Jian said with confidence, "it's all spread by those people in the Wulin hall in private. You know, this specious gossip always spreads fastest."

"The so-called no wind, no waves, can spread because you really have something with the Pope?" Ning Rongrong asked.

If you really say something, you may lose your head

"It doesn't matter that much. After all, you know I'm her escort. I'm with her day and night. How can I not get some lace news?" Qin Jian said.

"Te, scum man."

Na'er's voice sounded coldly.

Qin Jian: "

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong said faintly in his ear, "I think it's abnormal that you spend so long with your ability day and night without something happening..."

Qin Jian Hanyan: "well, a little thing did happen..."

"Oh? What little thing? Is it the little thing that the tears of the ocean flicker day and night?"

Ning Rongrong's tone was more and more chilly.

Qin Jian felt that his lower body was a little chilly. He was about to lose his life

"Rongrong, do you know the capital of killing?" he suddenly opened his mouth.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were confused: "the capital of killing?"

Qin Jian held her and explained, "well, the capital of killing gathers 90% of the evil soul masters on the mainland. It's very dangerous. I've lived in it for three years."

"Ah? 90% of the evil soul masters? That's not very dangerous?" Ning Rongrong was surprised.

"That's why the tears of the sea were used so much at that time..." Qin Jian hurriedly said.

"So it is..."

Ning Rongrong leaned against Qin Jian as if he were feeling his temperature: "brother Jian has had a hard time these years..."

"Still... Ok..."

Qin Jian's forehead was a little sweaty.

"But..."

Ning Rongrong paused and said, "brother Jian, you haven't told me what junior three you've found for me in the past five years? Don't you have any?"

The topic hasn't been changed

Qin Jian could only say cautiously, "Rong Rong, the one who... Determines the relationship... Well... Just... Just one..."

He stumbled over such simple words.

"Who is the one... That determines the relationship?"

Qin Jian obviously felt the temperature drop in Ning Rongrong's voice.

"Wu soul Temple saint, hulena," he whispered.

Ning Rongrong held Qin Jian's hand and clenched it quietly. His small fist seemed to be hammered on his head the next moment.

"Hoo..."

But after a meeting, she gently loosened her hand, sighed softly and said, "fortunately... It's much better than I expected... I thought there would be three or four more..."

Qin Jian was sweating.

"But brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong didn't intend to let him go: "what you just said is to determine the relationship, that is to say, is there any relationship?"

Qin Jian closed his eyes and broke the jar: "it doesn't matter. The Pope is half."

Ning Rongrong: "

"It should explode now. No woman can stand this, let alone your fiancee..."

Na'er's voice sounded in Qin Jian's mind.

The schadenfreude was so obvious that it was obvious and undisguised.

Qin Jian glanced at himself.

Actually, Nall is half

But if you say it, don't say Ning Rongrong first. Na'er alone should explode scales.

"I really deserve to be brother Jian..."

Qin Jian obviously felt that Ning Rongrong's arm around Qin Jian's neck was tightening, which made him a little out of breath.

"The Pope and Saint, the current Pope and the next Pope, can be said to be the two women with the highest status in the Wu soul hall?"

The little hands on his neck finally loosened for a few minutes. Ning Rongrong sighed deeply: "they all want to run in front of me, don't they? From Zhuqing to Xiaowu, and now..."

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong's voice was quiet and resentful: "no matter who can run in front of me... Am I still your fiancee?"