Douluo's broken love can become stronger

In the lobby of the small building.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin was sitting on the sofa, watching the bickering among the juniors with great interest.

He wanted to know how Qin Jian would respond to Guyue's provocation.

But Qin Jian didn't respond at all, he just looked at the other party.

Then Ning Rongrong actually helped him speak.

Although this little girl has a princess temperament, she is kind-hearted.

"I told the truth, why do I have to apologize?" Gu Yue said unhappily.

Ning Rongrong pouted and said, "You shouldn't use Qin Jian's shortcomings to attack him, that will make him very sad."

Behind her, Qin Jian's mouth curved.

But Gu Yue, who was opposite him, was speechless.

"Gu Yue, we will compete again in the sect selection competition in a few days."

After Qin Jian said something casually, without waiting for Guyue's reply, he turned around and continued walking to his bedroom.

Gu Yue's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Is it possible that you still want to defeat me? I am now a level 15 combat soul master."

"Soul power level doesn't mean everything. Let's meet on the competition stage in a few days."

Qin Jian turned around and waved, then said to Sword Douluo: "Teacher, I'm going to rest first."

After seeing Sword Douluo nodding, he walked into his bedroom.

"Qin Jian, you haven't told me a story yet!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly became anxious and ran into Qin Jian's bedroom in a few steps.

"Tell me quickly what happened after Zhang Xiaofan's identity was revealed."

Seeing that Qin Jian was already lying on the bed, she kicked off her shoes and jumped on.

"Hey, this is my bed, what are you doing up here?"

Qin Jian's voice reached the hall, and Gu Yue's expression changed.

"If you don't tell me a story today, I won't leave, and I'll sleep here too!"

Ning Rongrong's voice also came out, making Guyue feel uncomfortable all over.

He stamped his feet and walked out of the small building angrily, forgetting to say goodbye to Sword Douluo...

However, Sword Douluo naturally wouldn't have the same experience as him.

He was lying comfortably on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand, and Qin Jian's voice gradually reached his ears: "Zhang Xiaofan was put under house arrest after returning to Qingyun Gate, and even his fire stick was confiscated.

, he had nothing to do every day, so he went to hang out in the back mountains, until one day he met Baguio in the bamboo forest..."

Sword Douluo listened attentively, and a thought flashed through his mind: "I actually turned Rongrong onto the bed so naturally. Isn't this little guy just playing hard to get..."

This thought did not last long, because his attention was quickly immersed in the story again...

"What an interesting story..."

I don't know how long it took.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Suddenly there was the sound of slight footsteps, Sword Douluo raised his brows, sat up, and then saw Ning Fengzhi walking in from the door.

"Uncle Jian, did Gu Yue say that Rongrong is here?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Shh."

Sword Douluo put his index finger to his mouth, then pointed to Qin Jian's room, and whispered: "Rong Rong has fallen asleep."

Ning Fengzhi blinked his eyes and lowered his voice: "She actually went to bed so quickly today? Maybe Uncle Jian has something to do."

Sword Douluo stood up and tiptoed towards Qin Jian's bedroom with Ning Fengzhi.

"This is not my fault, it was Jian'er who told her stories and fell asleep..." he said softly.

"Squeak..."

The two of them gently opened the door and saw a big soft bed. The boy was sleeping peacefully, and the girl... was lying beside him with one hand and one calf resting on him.

This sleeping position made Ning Fengzhi's hair covered with black lines. He stepped forward lightly, pulled Guo Shengsheng to cover the two of them, and then pulled Sword Douluo out.

"Click."

The door was gently closed.

Then the two men breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, walked into the courtyard, and began to talk with confidence.

"Uncle Jian, I heard that little guy Gu Yue say that Qin Jian is going to defeat him in the competition this time?"

Ning Fengzhi asked curiously: "Hasn't his soul power been unable to grow? Why would he want to defeat Guyue this time?"

A smile appeared on Jian Douluo's lips, and he said: "That was before, Feng Zhi, did you just notice Jian'er's soul power level?"

"Um?"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly startled: "It seems to be...level 11? He finally improved to level 1?"

Sword Douluo smiled and did not explain.

He wouldn't go so far as to reveal Qin Jian's biggest secret.

"But with level 11 strength, there should be no chance of winning against level 15 Guyue, right?" Ning Fengzhi said.

Sword Douluo said casually: "There are still a few days left..."

"How can a few days... improve me?" Ning Fengzhi was a little confused.

Sword Douluo said: "It's up to you to see when the time comes, as long as you don't get scared."

Qin Jian's soul power increased by one level after telling the story for a while. He was looking forward to Qin Jian's level in a few days.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Ning Fengzhi smiled, turned and left...

In this way, Qin Jian spent the day honing his sword skills at the Mimicry Training Ground, and in the evening he told stories to Ning Rongrong after class.

This little witch was so attracted by the story that she actually stayed with Sword Douluo. She stayed on Qin Jian's bed every day and fell asleep listening to the story.

Soon, the time came to the eve of the Qibao Glazed Sect partner selection competition.

Sword Douluo's residence, Qin Jian's bedroom, and the bed.

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong were lying side by side on the bed telling stories.

"Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was about to be taken away by Baguio, Daoxuan was determined not to let the tiger go back to the mountain, so he dropped the Immortal Killing Master Sword that covered the sky and the sun towards Zhang Xiaofan!"

"ah!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed, and couldn't help but grab Qin Jian's arm with both small hands, and asked repeatedly: "What happened next? What happened next? He must not die, right?"

Qin Jian sighed slowly before continuing: "Suddenly, the world became quiet, and even the earth-shattering power of the Zhuxian Ancient Sword held its breath..."

Ning Rongrong could not help but hold her breath.

"A gentle hand that I had been familiar with over the years appeared next to Zhang Xiaofan, and there was a faint and crisp sound of bells, pushing him aside..."

Qin Jian's voice became low and slow.

"A voice that seems to have been sleeping for thousands of years is quietly ringing at this moment, chanting softly for the lover in my heart..."

"The gods and demons in the sky, the nine ghost spirits."

"Use my blood and body as a sacrifice."

"After three lives and seven lives, I will fall into Yama forever."

"It's just for love, I won't regret it even if I die!"

"..."

Unconsciously, Ning Rongrong burst into tears.

Qin Jian stopped there, immersed in the emotion that moved the heaven and the earth.

Especially now that he is a love flower, his emotional touch is magnified countless times.

for a long time.

He turned his head, stretched out his right hand, slowly wiped away the tears on Ning Rongrong's face, and said gently: "That's it for today. Go to bed early, Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong stared blankly at his movements and fell into silence for a moment...