After comforting like this for a while, Yan Ning had already been exhausted from comfort, and Zhuang Xiaoya seemed to be tired of crying, but she still sobbed in Yan Ning's arms in a low voice.

"Don't cry, your snot is all over my pants. Yan Ning came up with his usual tricks.

Who knew that this time it wouldn't work for Zhuang Xiaoya at all: "Big liar...... I never have a runny nose when I cry!"

"Then can you tell me now, what happened?" Yan Ning said by patting Zhuang Xiaoya on the back.

Zhuang Xiaoya hesitated for a moment before asking with a crying voice, "Yan Ning...... You said, you said you would always love me...... Right?"

"Then do you still need to ask!" Yan Ning slapped his chest hard, but he tried too hard to beat himself into a cough: "Ahem! Loving you is my biggest hobby, for a lifetime!"

"But...... What if one day I don't deserve your love anymore?"

"What are you talking about?" Yan Ning smiled, "You are my little junior sister, the eldest lady of the Axe Tiger Gang, what are you not worthy of my love?"

"But ......"

"People are always imperfect...... You're a little more temperamental, a little rude, and sometimes fierce...... Ouch, don't hit me...... But you are the Zhuang Xiaoya I like! I like Zhuang Xiaoya, I like all of her!"

Zhuang Xiaoya listened to Yan Ning's love words, and immediately forgot to cry, and her face, which had finally eased up, turned red again.

Yan Ning thought that Zhuang Xiaoya was going to cry again, so he hurriedly said, "Little fool, you have been crying for a long time, just to ask me this question?"

"Of course, there is more than this......" Zhuang Xiaoya said with her head down.

"Tomorrow is the time for us to go on an expedition against the Immortal Sect, Xiaoya, if you still have any doubts, you must raise them now," Yan Ning said seriously, "After leaving tomorrow, nothing can be done by temperament." ”

Yan Ning's words seemed to allude to Zhuang Xiaoya's willfulness, and Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly felt it: "Yan Ning, let me ask you one last question...... Is what you said in Disillusionment of the Hundred Demons true?"

Yan Ning was stunned for a moment, thinking that Zhuang Xiaoya was asking whether she wanted to marry her, and suddenly nodded seriously: "In the disillusionment of the hundred ghosts, every word I say comes from my heart, and I will never regret it." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly felt a fainting.

He's going to kill the Adversary!

He's going to kill my parents!

I...... Is there any need to stay with him?

Zhuang Xiaoya's heart was so confused that she didn't even hear Yan Ning shouting at her.

After a long time, Zhuang Xiaoya seemed to have made a decision in her heart, she looked up at Yan Ning, who was worried, kissed him lightly on the mouth, and then lay on the bed: "I'm sleepy, you should go to bed early, you will leave tomorrow." ”

Yan Ning was stunned, not understanding whether Zhuang Xiaoya had forgiven herself.

But she kissed herself, most of them have already figured it out, right?

Yan Ning felt a lot more relaxed, and also lowered his head and kissed Zhuang Xiaoya, and also intimately helped her cover the quilt: "I still have something to deal with, you can sleep first." ”

Yan Ning was about to get up, but Zhuang Xiaoya grabbed his wrist.

"I want you to stay with me. ”

Yan Ning frowned, he was still going to take a look inside the Immortal Breaking Knife, after all, once he set off tomorrow, he couldn't help himself.

"No, I have a lot to do......"

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he gently ripped Zhuang Xiaoya's hand off, asked her to take back the quilt, patted her back again, and left the bedroom without looking back, and returned to the living room to cultivate.

He didn't notice that Zhuang Xiaoya, who had been holding back tears, couldn't help crying the moment Yan Ning forcibly asked her to let go.

He wouldn't know how cold Zhuang Xiaoya's heart was at this moment.

In the dark bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoya was crying silently, she looked at Yan Ning's back and made what she thought was the most correct decision.

……

When Yan Ning came out of the bedroom, he was still a little complacent, boasting that he had spent another catastrophe under Zhuang Xiaoya.

He was in a good mood, returned to the living room, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and with a thought, the Immortal Broken Knife hidden in the Sumeru Ring was summoned by him.

Perhaps because the resentful spirits in the Stygian Breaker had devoured the flesh and blood of the living, the blue light on the Stygian Breaker had become much more vigorous and looked sharper.

Yan Ning gently stroked the blade of the Broken Knife and said in a low voice, "Old man, this journey is thanks to you. ”

As the words fell, Yan Ning recited the method of breaking the Darkness, and disappeared into the living room and entered the Broken Sword.

Inside the Broken Knife, in front of the cliff.

The gray sky suddenly cracked a golden gap, and in a golden light, Yan Ning landed steadily on the cliff.

When the resentful spirits who were resting around the cliff heard the movement, they were immediately excited, except for the resentful spirits who were in retreat, and they all rushed over.

"Third Master, why are you free to come in?"

"yes, it's been a long time since you've come to see us!"

"We're lonely!"

Yan Ning Yan Ning jumped, how could these guys say things so discordantly, they always make people want to be crooked?

Looking at it again, all the people who spoke were a group of resentful spirits with five big and three coarse spirits, which made Yan Ning feel a chill.

"Ahem!" Yan Ning coughed dryly, and the frolicking resentful spirits quieted down, and then he said, "How many people are here?"

One of the middle-aged male ghosts spoke up: "Go out to those partners who died a few days ago, and those who are in retreat, there are now one hundred and fifty-three people present. ”

Yan Ning recognized this male ghost, the male ghost's name was Wang Yaya, and he also had 1,500 years of Taoism at the beginning, and he was the second-in-command of the old ghost of Jinyang.

Now Wang Yaya has been cultivating for 2,200 years, and even surpasses the original Jinyang old ghost, and now the Jinyang old ghost is still in retreat, this Wang Yaya is naturally everyone's representative.

Wang Yaya mentioned the sacrificed partner, Yan Ning was also a little ashamed, in the previous few battles, Yan Ning summoned the resentful spirits to go out to fight together many times, and lost almost thirty resentful spirits in large and small battles.

However, the surviving resentful spirits did not blame Yan Ning for this, in their eyes, the resentful souls were scattered, it was a lack of strength, even if the relationship was good, they would not have much sympathy.

Yan Ning nodded, and asked again, "How is everyone's cultivation now?"

Wang Yaya replied: "Thanks to the two life stones sent by the third master, the companion with the lowest level of Taoism now has already cultivated for nine hundred years, and the number of cultivators who have cultivated for more than a thousand years has reached one hundred and thirty-two! As for those who have cultivated for more than two thousand years, there are more than twenty people. Everyone's average cultivation is also roughly around 1,100 years!"