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

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

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

Qin Jian nodded and said, "I asked the elder for the tent where we lived, and I arranged it with my own hands. ”

Lifting the door curtain, the two walked in, and sure enough, they were exactly the same.

"Wow..."

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

The soft bed made her giggle happily and she couldn't help but roll around a few times.

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

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

"Uhhhhhh

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

"Rongrong..."

At this time, Qin Jian suddenly said slowly: "Rongrong... If... I left... What will happen to you? ”

As if a sledgehammer fell on his heart, Ning Rongrong was shocked, and suddenly raised his head: "For... Why did you leave? ”

"Nothing... I'm talking about playing..."

Qin Jian smiled lightly at this moment and brought the topic over.

"That's not right..."

But how keen the girl's sixth sense was, the look on Ning Rongrong's face began to become worried: "Brother Jian, you are a little strange today, you have opened the mimicry cultivation ground, and you have also prepared a tent..."

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

Qin Jian gently touched her long silky hair.

But Ning Rongrong didn't let go of his heart, everything that happened recently poured into his mind: "Brother Jian, you have been very strange recently, Rongrong feels like you are making up for something, give me the best soul ring, and today you are trading with Poison Douluo..."

"You... Are you really... It's true... Want... You want to leave me..."

The girl's tears rolled in her eyes.

Qin Jian suddenly turned his head, the back of his hand quickly wiped from the corner of his eye, and then turned around and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, I'll tell you a story, okay?" Zhang Xiaofan's story hasn't reached the end yet..."

"Zhang Xiaofan's story..."

Ning Rongrong muttered a sentence, and suddenly said: "Brother Jian, you haven't talked about the finale, are you just waiting for now... You... What the hell are you going to do..."

Don't look like a child at the usual time, the most critical time is that her mind is no different from that of a mature woman.

Qin Jian didn't answer her, just took 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 it had already been killed before the Yuqing Palace..."

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

"On this day, he seemed to have been summoned by something, and came to the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, the place where the Ancient Sword of the Immortal was kept..."

"It's still so difficult to walk through that Phantom Moon path again..."

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

"A thousand mountains in the twilight, walking alone..."

"Zhang Xiaofan cried bitterly..."

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

Qin Jian's voice was slightly choked.

"He wanted... It's just with the people you love..."

Ning Rongrong covered his small mouth, and his eyes were filled with fog.

But Qin Jian smiled at this time: "Finally, he has obtained the approval of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword and has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth..."

"He defeated the Ghost King, defeated the 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 little golden bell tied to the corner of the eaves of the eaves ... Ringing with the wind..."

"It's... That's the end..."

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

"I don't want power, I don't want to be lonely, 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 seemed to have a premonition of something...

"But this world is always like this, it won't give you what you want, and unsatisfactory things always account for nine times out of ten..."

Ning Rongrong cried, but Qin Jian smiled.

"Just like that 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 if he doesn't have the strength, and why should he lose love if he has the strength..."

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

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

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

I finally made up my mind...

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

But he couldn't say what he said below, because Ning Rongrong suddenly raised his head, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Brother Sword!"

She suddenly interrupted Qin Jian's words, and said quickly: "Brother Jian, is it okay for me to accompany you!" ”

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

"Whatever you want to do, I'll be with you!"

The tears flowed faster and faster...

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

She carefully grabbed Qin Jian's sleeve.

"You can give you whatever glory you want..."

"The Seven Treasure Glass Sect can give it to you..."

"Rongrong himself can give it to you..."

"Anything can be given to you..."

Her little hand clutching the sleeve of her coat grew tighter and tighter.

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

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

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

People who have not experienced a broken love never know how much their hearts will hurt at this moment.

Mixed with desperate heartache, it brings a real convulsion of the heart.

It's like a knife cut!

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

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

Ning Rongrong shook his head again and again.

"Well, don't let my hard work go to waste, okay?"

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

Ning Rongrong opened her small mouth with tears, and the Nine Heart Begonia turned into pure energy and poured into her body.

She had the heart to be willful and not to eat, but she didn't want to live up to Qin Jian's wishes.

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

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

No one saw it, and finally there was no need to endure it any longer.

He raised his hand lightly and slowly placed it on Ning Rongrong's smooth cheek.

"Rongrong..."

He said with a slight choked voice: "Rongrong... You're my fiancée... I will protect you from harm even if I die..."

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

"Wait until I come back and marry you!"

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

The boy turned back again, as if to engrave the small figure into his mind.

Then, he walked out and never looked back...