"I'm here to invite Brother Hongyuan to breakfast!"

"Did you do it?"

"Osmanthus cake!" Qin Yuxue said with a smile.

"Isn't that late?"

Qin Yuxue's face sank, and she pouted: "As long as it's food, it doesn't matter what he wants, we martial arts cultivators are not so particular, don't forget, a daughter like me, in order to cultivate martial arts, I eat steamed porridge, and people are kind enough to make osmanthus cakes for you, you are still so picky! It's boring, it's very boring!"

The way she pursed her lips was so innocent and lovely, such a quirky elf.

She didn't want to be angry, but she couldn't help it.

It's not so much that she can't help it, but that she does it on purpose.

Because she knew that Ning Hongyuan would definitely comfort her and make her happy in a gentle way.

In the past, she enjoyed Ning Hongyuan's gentleness every time, but after enjoying it every time, she was still looking forward to such a gentle feeling next time.

This time was no exception, she just deliberately wanted to say something angry to let Ning Hongyuan comfort her.

Ning Hongyuan certainly wouldn't disappoint her this time.

Although Ning Hongyuan is young, he is a man who is very good at comforting girls, hearing him say this, he touched his head and smiled, and gently pinched her nose, "Okay, I can't say you, my daughter, let me take a bath first, and then taste your daughter's osmanthus cake." ”

Although this is an extremely simple sentence, it is worth a thousand words for the two of them.

She can no longer have too much bloom to describe her mood at the moment.

Qin Yuxue looked at Ning Hongyuan's big face, and lightly nodded his nose, "Brother Hongyuan works so hard, he lives like a water man!Go take a bath, I'm waiting for you here, this time the osmanthus cake, I added a new recipe, it's different from before." ”

Ning Hongyuan smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth showed an extremely strange arc, "What, do you want to come?"

Ning Hongyuan never blushed when he said these words.

Indeed, his skin is thicker than the city walls.

Qin Yuxue had long been accustomed to his cheeky words, her face turned slightly red, she broke a mouthful, and pinched his nose fiercely, "Phew, Brother Hongyuan knows how to make these jokes! Brother Hongyuan's goal has not been completed yet, don't think about these things! However, if Brother Hongyuan keeps working hard and becomes a generation of Sword Saints, Yu'er, Yu'er, of course he will also consider it, hehe!"

During this period, there were no outsiders, such words were youthful and ignorant, shy and bold.

But at the end of the words, she couldn't help but stand up, and her face was blushing, like a ripe strawberry in the field.

Although she is used to Ning Hongyuan's thick skin on the city wall, she is also a girl after all.

After finishing speaking, she suddenly turned her head, not knowing why she would say such a "shameless" thing, she couldn't wait to find a gap to drill down, her face was even more blushing, as bright as the morning glow, and finally blamed Ning Hongyuan, "In the future... Brother Hongyuan, don't say such rude-sacred!"

Ning Hongyuan laughed, slapped her arrogant buttocks fiercely, and said, "If you don't come, then I can only go alone!"

Qin Yuxue could only glance at him, angry and funny in her heart.

Ning Hongyuan was showering in the bathroom, and the sound of rushing water hit every inch of skin on his body.

The body pierced by the sharp blade was already covered with scars, and blood mixed with sweat stained the bath red.

Ning Hongyuan was immersed in the spring water of a special elixir, and the scars on his body actually began to heal slowly.

However, this healing was also extremely painful, the new cells replaced those dead cells, and the burning pain before the rebirth stung every inch of Ning Hongyuan's skin, and even stung his nervous system.

This kind of pain is even more painful than being pierced by a sharp blade, just like a scarred martial artist jumping into the wine in one go.

When Ning Hongyuan did this kind of cultivation for the first time, he jumped ten meters high from the bath in one breath, and he originally gave this special elixir to ease the wound, which would make people feel refreshed.

It wasn't until he actually lay down that he realized how intense the pain was.

But now that he was used to it, he gritted his teeth and enjoyed the pain before this metamorphosis, the torture of turning into a butterfly.

Every inch of his skin burned like fire, but his eyes were firm and powerful, and now, no matter how painful it was, it could not shake the soul he hid in the depths, a soul that only belonged to the strong.

After a few minutes, the torture and burning pain subsided slightly.

After his body improved slightly, Ning Hongyuan suddenly looked up at the beautiful morning glow on the horizon, thinking of whether such a day was too happy.

This kind of happiness inevitably reminds him of his previous life, and the past is like a cloud, which inevitably makes him a little sad.

Ning Hongyuan couldn't forget that feeling for the rest of his life, walking alone on the street, looking at the lights and shadows on the side of the street, hesitating, confused, lonely, feeling that he was out of place with that world.

It stands to reason that most of the people in his world are happy, happier than the vast majority of people in this world, people walk on the street talking and laughing, and the taste of happiness is reflected on their faces.

It can be said that the era in which Ning Hongyuan lived was the most golden era of happiness, because of the drastic expansion of the population, it was impossible for that world to have such happiness in the future.

But Ning Hongyuan is not a member of the happy believers, although he relied on unremitting struggle to gain a firm foothold in a small county town and became the deputy manager of a large bar, but whenever he thinks of these so-called achievements, he doesn't know what the happiness brought by this achievement is?

That's why he felt out of place in that world, and he asked himself more than once and again, what did he get in the end as a result of his hard work, and what should he do in the future?

Whenever he was glamorous outside, he was always alone when he came back to the house.

He finally found the source of this painful feeling.

He has no home, like a speck of dust in the night, and like a boat in the sea, unable to find a direction, a kind of unspeakable pain, which belongs only to the prodigal son.

But now it is different, although this world is more than ten times cruel than that world, but he already has a home, a home that he is proud of, a home that makes him happy, and a warm home.

In this family, the parents will no longer fight each other for some trivial things, the elder brother no longer has to ask for his hard-earned money because of his crimes, love is no longer only based on a pure financial relationship, she and he can finally share weal and pain.

This kind of happiness even puts him in a dream, of course, this kind of happiness is not easy to come by, extremely hard-won, seven days and seven nights of day and night cultivation, is a witness.

As long as he relaxes a little, this happiness can slip from his fingertips.

"Pyramids, no matter what world is the same, I used to think that those people at the top of the tower were made by God, and now I finally know the people at the top of the tower, what they were doing when they were young!"

Now he has such an opportunity, an opportunity to be diligent, and he does not have to hesitate in the slightest.

However, on the other hand, Ning Hongyuan also knows very well that God will never give you the happiness of sitting back and enjoying it, and if he wants to seize such happiness, he can only work hard.

In this martial world, the biggest enemy of this happiness is the assassin.

Ning Hongyuan knew that in this dark world, there were countless people who were jealous of his happiness, and those who had an unfortunate fate but had a backbone would have a natural hatred for him.

Even if they die, it is difficult for Ning Hongyuan to dispel the stubbornness and prejudice in their hearts, and even many people would rather die than Ning Hongyuan tolerate them, they regard this tolerance as an insult to their personality.