Chapter 349: Big liar, it's all your fault
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the young lady's exclusive training ground.
Ning Rongrong sat on a stone, gazing at the high tower, her eyes almost dried out by the wind.
She immediately pouted her red lips.
In a delicate voice, she said, "Grandpa Bone, why hasn't Holy Son Brother arrived yet?"
Bone Douluo held his chin with both hands, looking towards the high tower.
He replied helplessly:
"Girl, it's only been less than a quarter of an hour, and you've asked Grandpa three times."
"It feels like a long time has passed…"
Ning Rongrong's face flushed slightly, and she muttered.
The time Holy Son Brother made her wait was far more than just this short quarter of an hour.
"Hmm?"
Bone Douluo raised his eyebrows slightly, as if sensing something, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
"Haha…"
"Rongrong really wants to see him that much, why not go find him?"
"I don't want to!"
Ning Rongrong stubbornly shouted in a delicate voice.
She lowered her head, her little mouth drooping in grievance.
"Holy Son Brother is so mean, deliberately making Rongrong unhappy…"
"Is that so?"
Bone Douluo's voice was gentle.
He raised his hand and stroked Ning Rongrong's hair, looking at the golden figure that appeared before him.
His eyes seemed to carry consideration as he asked:
"Did you hear that?"
"…"
Qian Renxue looked at the pink-haired girl, his eyes filled with apology.
He nodded slightly.
"Grandpa Bone, who are you talking to?"
Ning Rongrong frowned slightly, turning her head strangely to look at Bone Douluo beside her.
But Bone Douluo had already disappeared.
Only a dark, closing space wormhole remained beside Ning Rongrong.
"Grandpa Bone? Rongrong doesn't want to play games right now!"
Ning Rongrong was about to get up and look for him…
Suddenly, a rarely heard but deeply memorable gentle voice rang in her ears.
"Rongrong~ long time no see."
"Ah, Holy Son Brother!"
Ning Rongrong was stunned, then exclaimed as she looked up, her face filled with joy.
She looked at the straight, golden-haired, purple-eyed figure.
And that long-unseen smile.
She immediately wanted to pounce towards Qian Renxue.
But after taking only two steps, Ning Rongrong quickly restrained herself.
The smile on her face faded.
She crossed her arms and turned her head away in a huff.
"Hmph—!"
"…"
Qian Renxue was slightly stunned, then chuckled wryly.
He awkwardly put down his slightly opened arms and slowly walked forward.
Qian Renxue stood in front of Ning Rongrong.
He raised his hand and ruffled Ning Rongrong's pink hair.
"Rongrong, I came to see you. I'm sorry… for making you wait so long."
"…"
Listening to Qian Renxue's gentle words.
Ning Rongrong's pair of pink-purple eyes blinked, gradually filling with tears.
Her pearly teeth bit her red lips, and the grievances in her heart began to surge.
Qian Renxue looked at Ning Rongrong.
Her pink short hair covered her side face, and her long eyelashes were gradually getting wet.
The smile on his face disappeared.
"Rongrong~"
"Holy Son Brother is a big liar! Rongrong doesn't want to pay attention to you…! Waa…"
Ning Rongrong's voice was filled with sobs.
She flung Qian Renxue's hand away, turned her back, and immediately squatted down.
She hugged her knees, buried her head, and began to sob softly.
"Rongrong?"
Qian Renxue's eyes were somewhat dazed.
He hurriedly squatted beside Ning Rongrong, grabbing her slender shoulders and constantly comforting her.
"Rongrong, don't cry~"
"…"
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Several hundred meters away from the training ground, on the watchtower.
The dark wormhole opened.
Bone Douluo's figure appeared beside Ning Fengzhi and the others, greeting Ling Yuan.
Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong squatting down.
He couldn't help but frown.
"Hmph! This kid actually made Rongrong cry so quickly!"
"Sword Uncle, please be patient."
Ning Fengzhi was still holding green tea in his hand, leisurely sipping it.
Sword Douluo coldly said:
"Fengzhi, aren't you heartbroken?"
"In all these years, under our care, when has Rongrong ever cried?!"
"Little Sword Sword, Fengzhi is right, be patient."
Bone Douluo also took hot tea, looked at Qian Renxue in the distance, and sipped his tea.
He squinted his eyes, with a hint of danger.
He said in a deep voice: "Let's watch first, if he can't coax her well, we'll spar with him."
"Uh, Uncle Bone."
Ning Fengzhi was slightly stunned.
He looked at Bone Douluo beside him and said with a dry smile:
"I forgot to tell you, Holy Son is now a level seventy-seven Soul Saint."
"Level seventy-seven is all…"
Bone Douluo repeated lightly, continuing to drink tea.
"Hmm?"
Sword Douluo looked at his old partner with a face full of surprise, has this guy become senile?!
Ling Yuan and Ning Fengzhi also showed strange expressions.
Bone Douluo, who was drinking tea, suddenly froze in his leisurely manner.
His eyes widened, and he spat out a mouthful of tea.
"Pfft—"
"What?! Fengzhi, what did you just say?! He's level seventy-seven?!"
Without even having time to wipe his mouth, Bone Douluo immediately looked at Ning Fengzhi.
Sword Douluo couldn't help but sneer.
"Heh, I thought your old bones had become a lot harder."
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but chuckle as well.
He nodded.
"Uncle Bone, you heard right."
After confirming.
Bone Douluo didn't have time to pay attention to Sword Douluo's ridicule.
He looked into the distance.
His face was full of emotion.
"What did this kid eat to grow up? His cultivation has progressed so quickly…"
"…"
Ling Yuan smiled lightly, pursing her red lips.
Looking at Qian Renxue in the distance, who was somewhat at a loss, her eyes were full of interest.
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"Waa…"
Ning Rongrong buried her head on the ground, constantly sobbing.
She constantly issued accusations in a muffled voice…
"Big liar, even worse than Rongrong!"
"It's all Holy Son Brother's fault, he promised Rongrong he would come to see Rongrong… but he only sent some junk over."
"Rongrong doesn't care about those junk hidden weapons!"
"…"
"Rongrong is right, it's all my fault."
Qian Renxue gently patted Ning Rongrong's back.
He softly comforted, "Don't cry, Rongrong~ Holy Son Brother knows he was wrong."
"Waa…"
Ning Rongrong choked with sobs, still unable to stop.
After a long time.
She finally raised her tearful eyes, looking at Qian Renxue in front of her, aggrievedly saying:
"Does Holy Son Brother not like Rongrong?"
"Doesn't want to play with Rongrong until we die… and prefers to play with other fiancées?"
"I don't dislike you."
"Nor do I prefer other fiancées…"
Qian Renxue gently wiped away the moisture on Ning Rongrong's face, softly explaining.
"It's just that you're still young and don't quite understand…"
"So Holy Son Brother thinks Rongrong is annoying right now? Just like this."
Ning Rongrong stared at Qian Renxue with her little mouth drooping.
The tears that had just been contained were threatening to burst again.
"Of course not!"
Qian Renxue immediately denied.
He carefully wiped the tears from the corners of Ning Rongrong's eyes.
He softly and gently said:
"Just as Rongrong said… it's all my fault."
"I'm the one who made you cry, so how could I find you annoying?"
"Really?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes, squeezing out a few more tears.
"Of course it's true, Holy Son Brother promises!"
Qian Renxue vowed.
He didn't think Ning Rongrong was naughty, at most just a little mischievous.
Wishing everyone a happy life!
