That disciple flew away.
Bone Douluo then carried the target, which was engraved with Qian Renjue's appearance and riddled with arrows, and landed on the ground.
He stood beside Ning Rongrong.
He bent down and ruffled her hair.
He asked with concern, "Little Princess Rongrong, why are you suddenly unhappy again?"
Ning Rongrong raised her small face.
She looked at Bone Douluo, held his large, thick hand, and said with annoyance and worry on her face.
"Grandpa Bone."
"Will Brother Saint Son not come to find Rongrong?"
Bone Douluo was stunned. He had just begun to feel happy, but now he felt a bit depressed again.
He took a deep breath and comforted her with a smile:
"How could that be?"
"Little Princess Rongrong is so smart, can't you figure out that he came to see you on purpose?"
A look of surprise flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
"Really? Brother Saint Son came to see Rongrong on purpose?"
"Could it be that he came to see your Grandpa Bone?"
Bone Douluo smiled and nodded.
"That's good, that's good. Brother Saint Son is so nice, he will definitely come."
Ning Rongrong released Bone Douluo's hand.
She patted her little heart.
Bone Douluo let out a hearty laugh.
"Haha... Even if he doesn't come, Grandpa Bone will take Rongrong to chase after him."
"I, I don't want to chase after him."
Ning Rongrong's face was slightly flushed, and she said the opposite of what she meant.
"Okay, okay, Rongrong says she won't chase, then she won't chase."
Bone Douluo laughed loudly and nodded repeatedly.
He raised the target in his hand and asked with a smile:
"Little Princess Rongrong, would you like to play a few more rounds with Grandpa Bone?"
"No. Rongrong doesn't want to play now."
Ning Rongrong shook her head directly.
She put away the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and sat down on a stone beside her.
She propped her chin with her hands.
She stared intently at the direction of the tower where the reception hall was located.
"Grandpa Bone, when do you think Brother Saint Son will come here?"
"How would Grandpa know?"
Bone Douluo shook his head helplessly.
Like a naughty child, he dropped the target and sat on the stone, imitating Ning Rongrong's appearance.
He propped his chin with his hands and stared at the distant tower.
The air fell silent.
Ning Rongrong pouted her pink lips, turned to look at Bone Douluo, and said strangely:
"Grandpa Bone, what are you doing?"
Bone Douluo responded with a playful smile.
"Grandpa Bone is waiting for Rongrong's fiancé, waiting for that stinky brat to come..."
"Grandpa Bone~\
,"Hearing the three words 'fiancé'.
Ning Rongrong grabbed Bone Douluo's arm shyly, acting spoiled, with dissatisfaction written on her face.
"Haha~ Little Princess Rongrong is also shy."
Bone Douluo laughed heartily.
"Grandpa Bone is not allowed to laugh!"
Ning Rongrong cried out娇, her face flushed.
Compared to before, she had grown up a bit and understood many things.
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Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, in the reception hall.
Qian Renjue and Ling Yuan had already taken their seats, and the small table in front of them was filled with melons and fruits.
The maids beside them were all cat girls and dog girls.
Ning Fengzhi put down the wine glass in his hand and said with a smile:
"I heard that the Holy Son has been acting as the Pope for a few months in recent years. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. The temperament on his body is even more like that of an emperor."
"Sect Master Ning is too kind."
Qian Renjue shook his head with a smile.
He took the fruit wine that Ling Yuan handed over and placed it on the table in front of him.
"I'm just handling some things for my teacher, it's nothing. In terms of management, I'm afraid I still have to learn a lot from Sect Master Ning."
"Haha. Your Highness is still so humble."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but smile, completely not taking Qian Renjue's words seriously.
Sword Douluo's mind was not on these things at all.
Looking at Qian Renjue, he said directly:
"Last time, the Holy Son said that he wanted to hunt a 100,000-year seventh spirit ring, I wonder if it went smoothly? What is your current cultivation level?"
Qian Renjue took a sip of the fruit wine and couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, Senior Chenxin, for your concern. This junior is now a level 77 Soul Saint."
"What?!"
Sword Douluo's eyes widened.
The wine glass in his hand was almost crushed, and his heart was filled with shock.
Ning Fengzhi was not much better.
He almost spat out the wine, and his glasses almost fell off. He raised his hand and wiped his mouth.
His face was bitter and amazed.
"His Highness the Holy Son is really unexpected."
"Every time I think I have overestimated His Highness, I didn't expect that I still underestimated him a lot."
Sword Douluo put down the wine glass in his hand.
Those sword-like eyes looked at Qian Renjue, as if looking at a monster, but also with a bit of fighting spirit.
“……"
Looking at the wonderful expressions on the faces of the two people opposite, Ling Yuan Douluo couldn't help but smile.
Looking at Qian Renjue next to him
Her eyes were filled with tenderness and full of pride and conviction.
"Just luck, just luck."
Looking at Qian Renjue's forcibly humble appearance
Ling Yuan's face showed an infatuated smile, His Highness is still so cute sometimes.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's eyebrows twitched slightly.
In less than a year, no matter how good the luck is, it wouldn't be enough to improve so much!
Da da da!
Rapid footsteps sounded from outside.
"Sect Master! This subordinate is here to report!"
The speechless expression on Ning Fengzhi's face subsided, revealing a bit of schadenfreude.
Rongrong didn't come.
It seems he guessed right.
"Just say it."
"Yes!"
The disciple first responded, and then immediately repeated Ning Rongrong's words from the beginning.
"Miss Rongrong said she wants to cultivate, she is very busy and has no time."
Hearing the words of the disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Qian Renjue had expected it, but he couldn't help but feel a headache and supported his forehead.
It seems that he has to coax that child later...
"This girl Rongrong usually clamors to see the Holy Son, why is she still being temperamental?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned and reprimanded softly.
But in Qian Renjue's view, it was always a bit fake, like he was doing it for him to see.
Even Ling Yuan could see it.
She chuckled softly.
"Go! Go again and call Rongrong over!"
Before Ning Fengzhi could finish speaking.
Qian Renjue consciously stopped him.
"Sect Master Ning, let's forget it. It was I who made Rongrong unhappy, I should go find her."
"His Highness the Holy Son, wouldn't this be not so good?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned.
"There's nothing wrong with it, let's make a happy decision like this."
Qian Renjue stood up without hesitation.
Compared to Sword Douluo's unfriendliness.
He couldn't stand Ning Fengzhi's yin and yang sarcasm like this.
He immediately walked outside
"Sister Ling Yuan, you wait for me here. This little brother, please show me the way."
"You're welcome, Your Highness the Holy Son, this way please."
Looking at Qian Renjue's back.
There was a smile in Sword Douluo's eyebrows, Qian Renjue's performance was still satisfactory to him.
Noticing that Qian Renjue's footsteps were moving away.
Ning Fengzhi laughed out loud.
"Haha. It seems that His Highness the Holy Son also has our Rongrong in his heart."
He deliberately acted fake just now to make Qian Renjue realize it.
"That's natural."
Ling Yuan nodded with a light smile.
Ning Fengzhi was naturally clear about this, those hidden weapons were a good proof.
He raised his hand and invited with a smile:
"I wonder if Mianxia Ling Yuan can move with us to another place to view the scenery?"
Ling Yuan raised her eyebrows, her eyes showing strangeness.
These Sect Masters are really interesting when they speak, what scenery viewing, obviously they are going to see gossip
But she also wanted to see it very much.
She smiled and nodded slightly: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Of course, Ling Yuan has no problem."
I wish you all a happy life!
