Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly.
He gently brushed aside the lotus-root-like white arm and glanced around.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, he felt relieved.
Ning Rongrong frowned and tilted her head.
She asked, "Daddy, is it embarrassing to be touched on the head by Rongrong?"
"Of course not."
Ning Fengzhi pinched her bulging cheeks.
"It's usually fine, but in this kind of occasion, it's not serious enough."
"Hmph! You just dislike Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong turned her face away, avoiding him, and jumped off the stool.
With one hand on her hip, she extended her index finger and gently poked Ning Fengzhi's brow.
"I'm going to punish Daddy by making you promise Rongrong one condition!"
"Haha..."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but laugh, already used to this, and said amusingly:
"Then what does Rongrong want?"
"Rongrong hasn't thought about it yet, I'll remember it first and tell Daddy when I've decided."
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips, a pair of small dimples appearing on her face.
Her strange appearance was full of vitality.
"Alright."
Ning Fengzhi agreed, stroking her pink short hair a couple of times.
"Then Rongrong can go play, but remember not to cause trouble."
"Mmm hmm... Rongrong is very well-behaved."
Ning Rongrong nodded earnestly, as if completely unaware of herself...
Making Ning Fengzhi feel a bit dumbfounded.
"Daddy, two grandpas, see you later, Rongrong is going to play with Holy Son Brother, hee hee!"
Ning Rongrong waved to Sword Douluo and the others.
Stepping with small steps, she hopped and skipped towards Qian Renjue.
Bone Douluo looked at the petite figure, feeling somewhat emotional.
His little padded jacket was leaking air a bit too early.
He said quietly, "Sword Man, I now hope you can beat that kid up."
"Why don't you go yourself? Are you afraid?"
Sword Douluo put down his wine glass, his sword-like brows carrying a smile.
"What a joke! Would I be afraid of him?"
Bone Douluo's expression changed slightly, full of stubbornness.
"If his seventh soul ring really requires a hundred thousand years, then what about his first six soul rings?"
Sword Douluo's tone gradually became serious.
"..."
Bone Douluo frowned.
Sword Douluo continued:
"Don't forget, the Qian family's inherited spirit comes with a natural domain."
"If it really comes to that, I'll most likely lose."
Bone Douluo fell silent.
He understood Chenxin's pride, if he said that, then he was most likely completely unsure.
At the same level, soul rings and spirit had the advantage.
It was indeed difficult to deal with.
Moreover, it was the unique Six-Winged Angel on the continent.
"Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle..."
Ning Fengzhi's glasses flashed with light.
"Do you think the Spirit Hall has some method to increase the soul ring's endurance limit?"
Surprise flashed in the eyes of Sword and Bone Douluo.
"Fengzhi, do you mean the Holy Son's configuration isn't an isolated case?"
"No! The Holy Son must be an isolated case."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
"I believe, even if the Spirit Hall possesses some method, it's only icing on the cake for him."
"Yes... He's a Soul Saint after all."
Bone Douluo looked at Qian Renjue's youth.
For the first time, he felt that his old bones seemed to be getting old.
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"Senior Brother Qinghe, excuse me!"
Ning Rongrong ran to the position behind Qian Renjue and gently patted Xue Qinghe's shoulder next to him.
"Junior Sister Rongrong? Why are you here?"
Xue Qinghe's eyes showed surprise, but he made some room.
Qian Renjue was also a little curious.
"Rongrong is bored."
Ning Rongrong smiled at Qian Renjue, grabbed his arm, and squeezed in between the two.
She directly asked:
"Senior Brother Qinghe, have you finished chatting with His Highness the Holy Son?"
"Hmm?"
Xue Qinghe glanced at Qian Renjue and nodded with a smile.
"I've finished chatting."
"That's good."
Ning Rongrong smiled and swept around.
Grabbing Qian Renjue's arm, she tiptoed and leaned close to his ear.
Her vermilion lips parted slightly, exhaling warm air.
"Holy Son Brother~ How about accompanying Rongrong to play? Rongrong will wait for you outside."
Her soft voice was quiet.
After speaking.
Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes, staring at him expectantly.
Qian Renjue raised his eyes and looked at Qian Renxue.
He nodded slightly.
"Mmm hmm... That's great."
Ning Rongrong nodded happily, and patted Xue Qinghe's shoulder again.
"Senior Brother Qinghe, drink less wine, don't get addicted."
After the words fell.
She flew towards the door like a flower butterfly.
"Heh."
Xue Qinghe pinched the wine glass in his hand, took two small sips, and teased:
"His Highness the Holy Son's little娇妻 is quite vengeful."
Qian Renjue rolled his eyes.
This 娇妻 is really small!
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Half a quarter of an hour after Ning Rongrong left, Qian Renjue walked out with Ling Yuan.
Walking on the long corridor, looking at the surrounding guests.
Searching for Ning Rongrong's figure.
"Where is that girl?"
Qian Renjue looked around, his eyes flashing with white light.
Ling Yuan was behind him, looking around.
"Your Highness, it seems to be there!"
"Hmm?"
Qian Renjue's gaze turned to the door, a strange color appearing on his face.
He walked with Ling Yuan to the side of the door.
Looking at Ning Rongrong, who was facing away from him, as if enjoying something.
"Ning Rongrong, what are you doing?"
"Ah? Uh!"
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled, somewhat flustered, and turned around.
Her hands were already empty.
Raising her eyes to look at Qian Renjue, her eyes carried surprise, and she explained with a smile:
"Holy Son Brother~ Rongrong didn't do anything."
"Really?"
Qian Renjue looked at Ning Rongrong strangely.
The blush hanging on that small pretty face was very obvious.
"Really, Rongrong just ate something."
Ning Rongrong grabbed Qian Renjue's sleeve, raised it, and opened her arms.
"Drank some wine, right?"
Qian Renjue said resignedly, squatted down, and hugged Ning Rongrong's body in his arms.
Then he stood up.
"Alright, now can you hand over the wine you stole?"
"Haha... Holy Son Brother is so smart."
"But Rongrong didn't steal it, she took it openly outside."
Ning Rongrong forced a laugh.
She took out the remaining half cup of wine from the soul tool.
Presented it with both hands.
Looking at Qian Renjue's expressionless appearance.
The smile on her face slowly faded.
She said aggrievedly: "Holy Son Brother, Rongrong was a little thirsty just now, so that's why..."
"Thirsty?"
Qian Renjue's eyes twitched.
Ning Fengzhi and the others wouldn't raise children like this, right? He didn't believe it.
Ling Yuan Douluo behind him couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
"Forget it, let it be."
Qian Renjue couldn't supervise her.
Although she was young, she was also a Great Soul Master, so it should be fine.
"Mmm hmm, thank you, Holy Son Brother."
Hearing Qian Renjue's words, Ning Rongrong immediately smiled.
She handed the remaining wine she drank to Qian Renjue's mouth.
"Holy Son Brother, Rongrong invites you to drink wine."
"Keep it yourself."
Qian Renjue shook his head, hugged Ning Rongrong, and walked towards the door.
At the same time
Outside the vermilion wide gate, under the gaze of two stone lions.
Liu Erlong walked inside with her head lowered.
Outside this manor, there was still no figure she wanted to find.
I wish you all a happy life!
