The singing and dancing in the center of the reception hall continued.
The atmosphere became lively again.
Facing Qian Renxue's gaze, Ning Rongrong playfully stuck out her tongue.
She quickly ran to Ning Fengzhi's side.
As soon as she sat down, Ning Rongrong reached for the wine glass on the table as if she had planned it in advance.
Her mouth was watering, and her fragrant tongue curled around her peach lips.
"Ah, Dad!"
Ning Rongrong's hands missed, and she raised her eyes, puffing out her cheeks.
"Heh."
Ning Fengzhi calmly intercepted the wine glass and placed it aside.
He looked in the direction of Qian Renxue and said with a smile:
"Why doesn't Spirit Vulture Crown sit down as well, to relax for a moment."
As Ning Fengzhi's words fell.
Many eyes gathered on Qian Renxue again.
Looking at the heroic, bright, and charming Spirit Vulture, they were awe-struck.
They didn't expect that woman to be an elder of the Spirit Hall.
"Your Highness?"
Spirit Vulture ignored them.
Instead, she respectfully bent down and leaned close to Qian Renxue's ear to ask for instructions.
"…"
Qian Renxue glanced at the pretty face beside her, raised her hand, and grasped the soft hand.
He lowered his voice and said:
"Didn't I already tell you to sit down?"
As he spoke.
Qian Renxue exerted force on his hand and pulled Spirit Vulture to the seat next to him.
Then he quickly grabbed Spirit Vulture's waist lightly.
"Uh."
The smile on Spirit Vulture's face froze, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
Her expression did not change.
But the roots of her ears, hidden by her hair, seemed to be dripping blood.
Qian Renxue instructed behind him: "Salas, find a seat for yourself as well."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Salas nodded slightly and quietly retreated.
"…"
Everyone stopped their actions, their eyes filled with surprise.
The power and status of this Holy Son…
Seems to be very different from the past Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.
What great official authority!
It was just a simple interlude, and those gazes gradually dissipated.
Spirit Vulture finally calmed down.
She lightly raised her delicate hand and smoothed the hair beside her ear, thinking that she should listen obediently in the future.
The catwoman carried a wine pot.
Her fair face slightly flushed, she bent down and respectfully stepped forward.
But she was stopped by Spirit Vulture raising her hand.
"Give it to me."
Spirit Vulture Douluo took the wine pot from the catwoman's hand.
She leaned close to Qian Renxue's side.
And said softly: "Your Highness, would you like to try this wine?"
"Then let's try it."
Qian Renxue rolled his eyes at Spirit Vulture, flicked his index finger, and pushed the wine glass over.
"Yes."
Spirit Vulture nodded slightly.
The matter had passed, the shame had faded, and she was somewhat nonchalant again, seeking more.
Qian Renxue held the wine and imitated everyone else.
He stared at the dancers in front of him…
Twisting their waists and shaking their hips, sticking out their chests and pulling in their stomachs, there was flexibility and sexiness.
It was really lively.
Qian Renxue's mind flashed with the pair of snow-colored ridges of the Snow Empress again.
But it quickly subsided.
"Heh."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but smile.
It seemed that Qian Renxue was extremely talented in cultivation, controlling people, and making decisions.
The current Pope had developed the Spirit Hall to be extremely powerful.
And then Qian Renxue took over…
It was inevitable that the Spirit Hall would become even more prosperous.
Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze and felt fortunate again.
I have to say…
After having one less mountain of the Spirit Hall pressing on his head.
He slept much more soundly.
Now that the Clear Sky Sect was not out, who could compete with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
"Rongrong, what do you think of the Holy Son?"
Ning Fengzhi lowered his eyes and reached out to intercept the wine glass that Ning Rongrong was about to get.
"Dad~ You're so annoying!"
Ning Rongrong glared angrily and clenched her small fist.
If she wasn't sensible and mindful of the crowd here, she would definitely make Ning Fengzhi beg her to forgive him.
She sullenly lay on the table and said娇声道:
"Hmph! What can I think? I think Holy Son is quite fun."
Ning Fengzhi asked doubtfully:
"Is that all?"
"Also, his cultivation is high, he looks good, he looks good when he smiles, and he looks good when he's fierce."
Ning Rongrong counted on her little fingers, listing them like treasures.
"Ah! Also… Holy Son is very smart, Rongrong was tricked by him."
As she spoke.
Ning Rongrong looked in the direction of Qian Renxue, her fingers interlocked, revealing a sweet smile.
"…"
Black lines appeared on Ning Fengzhi's forehead.
Is he really that good-looking?
Then he smiled and shook his head, he was still too anxious.
What do children know about love?
At least the beginning is good.
What he feared most was that Ning Rongrong would be too rebellious and he wouldn't be able to control the situation.
"Why doesn't Holy Son look at Rongrong?"
Ning Rongrong suddenly said嬌嗔.
"Hmm?"
Ning Fengzhi focused his eyes and looked over, a look of surprise on his face.
"Why did Qinghe go over there?"
——————
Qian Renxue was enjoying the rotating singing and dancing in front of him.
But he didn't notice…
Xue Qinghe was holding a wine glass and pacing over to his side.
He gestured for Spirit Vulture to be silent.
He placed his hand, wearing silk gloves, on Qian Renxue's shoulder and sat down beside him.
"Jue, is it good-looking?"
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then turned to look directly at him.
He was a little guilty: "Ah? No, I'm just bored, appreciating it."
"Heh."
A refined smile appeared on Xue Qinghe's face.
"If you like to watch, take your personal maid back with you, the snake girl should be softer."
Qian Renxue gently shook his head.
He lowered his voice and said: "Sister, there's no need for that, it would delay each other's cultivation."
"Whatever you want."
Xue Qinghe said indifferently, the wine red concealing her shyness.
"Anyway, sister has prepared it for you, you can use it anytime if you really want to."
"Uh."
Qian Renxue had a somewhat awkward expression on his face.
He explained in a low voice: "Sister, I'm just purely appreciating it, I'm not thinking about that kind of thing."
"It doesn't matter if you do or not, anyway, sister has fulfilled her responsibility."
Xue Qinghe took a sip of fruit wine, not wanting to talk about this unpleasant topic.
The reason why she wanted to prepare for Qian Renxue.
Was because she thought that when Qian Renxue needed it, he would have something to use.
So that he wouldn't have to go find those妖艳贱货 outside.
So as to avoid learning bad things.
Qian Renxue smiled sheepishly and didn't speak anymore, Dugu Yan, how old is she?!
Spirit Vulture was very close, and heard the conversation between the siblings clearly.
She pursed her red lips and clenched her wine glass.
In fact, why bother so much? She was already on the road to sacrifice.
If Your Highness asked her for it, she wouldn't know how to refuse.
——————
Outside the hall.
Back garden, viewing platform.
Liu Erlong frowned, her soft hand grasped the railing as if she was about to leave a handprint.
Her rosy fingertips turned pale.
"Still nothing?"
Liu Erlong looked down at the crowd below, her eyes full of bitterness.
Looking at the world outside the wall, through the vermilion gate.
She suppressed the resentment and hesitation that she had long been accustomed to.
Liu Erlong walked down the high platform alone.
She hadn't searched those places outside yet.
——————
In the main seat.
Beside Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong bit her chopsticks, frowning.
Staring at Qian Renxue, who was whispering to Xue Qinghe.
She was listless.
"Dad, it's so boring here?"
Before Ning Fengzhi could speak, Bone Douluo said happily:
"Rongrong, Grandpa Bone also thinks it's boring, how about Grandpa take you out to play?"
"I don't want to."
Ning Rongrong shook her head decisively.
Sword Douluo smiled, just as he was about to recommend himself, Ning Fengzhi asked:
"Then where do you want to go, Rongrong?"
"I want to go find Holy Son to play."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Ning Rongrong broke the chopsticks she was biting in her mouth, staring at Qian Renxue somewhat unhappily.
It had been so long, and he hadn't looked at her.
What was so good about those catwomen, their bodies were so fat.
Sword Douluo sat up straight, feeling dejected.
It was a good thing he didn't say anything, otherwise he would have a black face like that old bone clown.
Ning Fengzhi frowned and reminded:
"Rongrong, here."
"Don't worry, Dad, Rongrong isn't stupid, I'm taking Holy Son out to play."
Ning Rongrong suddenly stood up on the stool.
She gently patted Ning Fengzhi's head, her face full of嬌笑, and said earnestly.
I wish you all a happy life!
