Inside the training ground enveloped by the 【Evil God's Heart】.
Qian Renxue held Ning Rongrong in his arms, walking towards the swing.
His gaze, however, fell on the surrounding trees and the targets pierced with arrows.
They all seemed to bear his name or were drawings of his silhouette.
To be honest...
They were quite poorly drawn; if not for the names,
He wouldn't have recognized himself.
Ning Rongrong leaned into the warm embrace, noticing Qian Renxue's gaze.
A slight blush appeared on her face.
"Holy Son Brother~ You're not angry at Rongrong, are you?"
"No."
Qian Renxue said softly.
Seeing these marks, he felt more guilt than anger.
Just some harmless complaints from a young girl.
Qian Renxue carefully placed Ning Rongrong on the swing, pinching her soft cheek.
He said with a smile, "I'll come to see Rongrong often in the future, so you don't have to make things difficult for those wooden targets anymore; you can just hit me directly, haha."
"Rongrong wouldn't bear to shoot Holy Son Brother."
Ning Rongrong said in a delicate voice.
Grasping Qian Renxue's sleeve, pouting her small mouth, she looked very lively.
"That would be for the best."
After Qian Renxue finished speaking.
Just as he was about to walk behind Ning Rongrong, he was stopped by her fair hand.
Ning Rongrong's face was slightly flushed.
Staring straight at Qian Renxue.
She said shyly, "Rongrong, Rongrong wants Holy Son Brother to hold her while she swings..."
"Hold you?"
Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow, nodding slightly.
"Alright then, but don't cry if you break the swing."
"Grandpa Bone made this swing; it's not that fragile."
Ning Rongrong pouted, opening her arms and throwing herself into Qian Renxue's embrace.
She murmured softly:
"Grandpa Bone has played on it himself, letting Rongrong and Sword Grandpa help push."
"Is that so?"
Qian Renxue's brow furrowed with surprise.
He didn't expect Bone Douluo to be so interested at his age.
However,
When Qian Renxue thought of his own Light Feather Grandpa, he didn't find it so strange.
Old children are quite likeable.
Qian Renxue held Ning Rongrong's delicate body, sitting on the swing.
The dark black Evil God Hook suddenly appeared behind him.
Supporting itself on the ground to push.
"Ah!"
As soon as Qian Renxue exerted force, Ning Rongrong felt the scene in front of her spinning.
In an instant, she was facing the blue sky, the feeling of weightlessness was overwhelming.
She quickly hugged Qian Renxue's arm tightly.
"Holy Son Brother, slow down, don't push so fast... it's too fast, Rongrong feels uncomfortable."
"Okay, I'll go slower."
The Evil God Hook pierced into the ground to decelerate, and the swing slowly swayed.
Qian Renxue held the little girl in his arms.
His nose was filled with a faint sweet fragrance, and his ears were filled with laughter as crisp as silver bells.
Ning Rongrong sat quietly in Qian Renxue's arms.
Her face was filled with smiles.
"Eh?"
"Holy Son Brother... your legs aren't moving, what are you using to push the swing?"
"Ah-- Holy Son Brother, why do you have a tail?!"
"Rongrong, sit still and don't touch my tail, my hook is poisonous."
"This is an External Spirit Bone!"
"External Spirit Bone?"
Ning Rongrong hugged Qian Renxue's neck, looking at the Evil God Hook behind him.
Her eyes were filled with curiosity.
"Yes, it's a spirit bone outside of the six major parts, and it's growable."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
"Growable spirit bone?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up; as the eldest lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
She naturally understood spirit rings and spirit bones.
"Holy Son Brother is so amazing..."
"Just good luck."
Qian Renxue gently stroked Ning Rongrong's back.
"It's more than just luck."
Ning Rongrong raised her delicate face, looking at Qian Renxue with a proud expression.
She praised with a smile:
"Dad and Sword Grandpa said that Holy Son Brother is the most terrifying genius in the Pan-continent, and will also be the most wise and powerful Pope..."
"Oh?"
Qian Renxue raised an eyebrow.
He didn't expect Ning Fengzhi and the two Sword and Bone Douluos to have such a high evaluation of him.
Ning Rongrong stretched out her finger and gently poked his handsome face.
She asked softly, "Holy Son Brother~ What is your cultivation level now?"
"Level seventy-seven."
Qian Renxue told the truth.
"So amazing! Forty-nine levels higher than Rongrong..."
Ning Rongrong counted on her fingers, raised her small face, her eyes filled with amazement.
She was already working very hard to cultivate now.
She understood even more how terrifying Qian Renxue's talent was.
"Heh, Rongrong is also very amazing."
Qian Renxue smiled and ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair.
Ning Rongrong pouted, guaranteeing:
"Holy Son Brother, don't worry."
"Rongrong will work harder to become the most powerful auxiliary-type spirit master!"
"To assist Holy Son Brother in defeating everyone."
"..."
Time passed quickly.
By the time Qian Renxue put away the Evil God's Heart and carried Ning Rongrong out of the small forest.
It was already noon.
Qian Renxue carried Ning Rongrong, heading straight towards where Ning Fengzhi and the others were.
As soon as they reached the watchtower.
Ning Fengzhi and the others looked at the rosy-cheeked, picturesque little princess.
"Sect Master Ning."
Qian Renxue smiled and greeted Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi retracted his gaze.
He smiled.
"Haha... Holy Son Your Highness is truly perceptive; Rongrong wasn't too much, was she?"
"Hmph! It's clearly you guys who are going too far..."
Ning Rongrong let out a delicate snort.
Her baby-fat face was like a rosy red apple, and she couldn't help but retort:
"Rongrong is not a child anymore!"
"Hehe..."
Ning Fengzhi chuckled dryly.
He knew that Ning Rongrong was talking about their behavior of watching the fun from the sidelines.
Sword Douluo explained:
"Rongrong, we were also afraid that he would bully you."
"Holy Son Brother wouldn't bully Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong hugged Qian Renxue tightly, looking up at Sword Douluo, her face full of conviction.
"Alright, Rongrong, Dad will pay attention in the future."
Ning Fengzhi stood up with a smile.
He didn't dwell on this matter, looking at Qian Renxue and gesturing with his finger:
"Holy Son Your Highness, please come this way! The luncheon is ready."
"Thank you, Sect Master Ning."
Qian Renxue nodded slightly.
Looking at Spirit Vulture Douluo who was watching the fun from the side, he signaled her to follow.
"Your Highness..."
Spirit Vulture followed behind Qian Renxue.
Looking at Ning Rongrong in his arms, a maternal smile appeared on her face.
Whether it was kissing Your Highness,
Or watching Your Highness kiss someone else, seemed to make her feel a little happy.
This may be related to her watching Qian Renxue grow up.
Anyway, she liked everything.
Qian Renxue finished the luncheon with Ning Fengzhi and the others.
Then he instructed Spirit Vulture to return first.
To tell Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue promised to play with Ning Rongrong, and he would naturally do as he said.
However.
What surprised Qian Renxue was.
Ning Rongrong actually used the excuse of wanting to cultivate to send him away when he wanted to stay.
"Doesn't Holy Son Brother have things to do?"
"Rongrong will rest well and then go to cultivate; I don't have time to play with Holy Son Brother..."
"..."
To this.
Qian Renxue was also dumbfounded.
After taking a walk with Ning Rongrong after the meal, he returned to Heaven Dou City with Spirit Vulture.
Wishing everyone a happy life!
