Chapter 5: What Are You Doing Up Here?
In the hall of the small building.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin sat back on the sofa, watching the juniors bickering with interest.
He really wanted to know how Qin Jian would respond to Gu Yue's provocation.
But Qin Jian did not respond at all; he just looked at him.
Then Ning Rongrong actually spoke for him.
Although this little girl has a princess's temper, she is kind-hearted.
"I'm telling the truth, why should I apologize?" Gu Yue said unhappily.
Ning Rongrong pouted and said, "You shouldn't attack Qin Jian's weaknesses; it will make him very sad."
Qin Jian behind her curved his lips.
But Gu Yue opposite was speechless.
"Gu Yue, let's compete again in the sect selection competition in a few days."
After Qin Jian said casually, he turned around and continued to walk to his bedroom without waiting for Gu Yue's reply.
Gu Yue's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Do you still want to defeat me? I am now a level 15 combat soul master."
"Soul power level does not mean everything. Let's meet on the competition stage in a few days."
Qin Jian turned around and waved his hand, then said to Sword Douluo: "Teacher, I'm going to rest first."
After he saw Jian Douluo nod, 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 three or two steps.
"Tell me quickly, what happened after Zhang Xiaofan exposed his identity?"
Seeing that Qin Jian had already laid on the bed, she kicked off her shoes and jumped on it.
"Hey, this is my bed, what are you doing here?"
Qin Jian's voice spread to the hall, and Gu Yue's face changed when he heard it.
"If you don't tell me a story today, I won't leave, and I'll sleep here too!"
Ning Rongrong's voice also spread, and Gu Yue felt uncomfortable all over.
He stomped his feet and walked out of the small building angrily, even forgetting to say goodbye to Sword Douluo...
However, Sword Douluo would naturally not argue with him.
He lay comfortably on the sofa, supporting his head with one hand, while Qin Jian's voice gradually reached his ears: "Zhang Xiaofan was placed under house arrest after returning to Qingyun Sect, and even his firewood stick was confiscated. He had nothing to do every day, so he went to the back mountain to wander around, until one day he met Bi Yao in the bamboo forest..."
Sword Douluo listened attentively, and a thought flashed through his mind: "It was so natural to lure Rongrong to the bed. This little guy must have been playing hard to get just now..."
This thought did not last long, because his attention was soon immersed in the story again...
"What an interesting story..."
I don't know how long it took.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps. Sword Douluo raised his eyebrows, sat up, and then saw Ning Fengzhi walking in from the door.
"Uncle Jian, I heard from Gu Yue that Rongrong is here?" Ning Fengzhi asked.
"Shh."
Sword Douluo put his index finger to his lips, then pointed to Qin Jian's room and whispered, "Rongrong has fallen asleep."
Ning Fengzhi blinked and lowered his voice, "She actually fell asleep so soon today? Uncle Jian must have a way."
Sword Douluo stood up and tiptoed towards Qin Jian's bedroom with Ning Fengzhi.
"This is not my credit. Jian'er told her a story and she fell asleep..." he whispered.
"Squeak..."
The two gently pushed open the door and saw a big soft bed. The boy was sleeping soundly, and the girl... was lying beside him with her legs spread out, one hand and one calf resting on him.
Ning Fengzhi was very upset by this sleeping posture. He walked forward lightly, pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, and then dragged Sword Douluo out.
"Click."
The door was gently closed.
Then the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, walked into the courtyard, and then talked at ease.
"Uncle Jian, I heard from that little guy Gu Yue that Qin Jian wants to defeat him in the competition this time?"
Ning Fengzhi asked curiously: "Hasn't his soul power been unable to increase? Why does he want to defeat Gu Yue this time?"
Sword Douluo smiled and said: "That was in the past, Fengzhi, did you just notice Jian'er's soul power level?"
"Huh?"
Ning Fengzhi was slightly stunned: "It seems to be... Level 11? He finally improved by 1 level?"
Jian Douluo smiled and didn't explain.
He didn't want to reveal Qin Jian's biggest secret.
"But with the strength of level 11 facing the level 15 Gu Yue, there should still be no chance of winning, right?" Ning Fengzhi said.
Sword Douluo seemed to say casually: "There are still a few days..."
"A few days... what can be improved?" Ning Fengzhi was a little confused.
Sword Douluo said, "You'll see when the time comes, just don't get scared."
Qin Jian's soul power increased by one level just by telling a story. He was looking forward to Qin Jian's level in a few days.
"Then I'll wait and see."
Ning Fengzhi smiled and turned to leave...
Just like that, Qin Jian honed his sword energy in the mimicry training ground during the day, and told stories to Ning Rongrong who had finished her class at night.
The little witch was attracted by the stories and actually stayed at Sword Douluo's place. She stayed on Qin Jian's bed every day and had to fall asleep listening to the stories.
Soon, it was the night before the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's partner selection competition.
Sword Douluo's residence, Qin Jian's bedroom, on the bed.
Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong lay side by side in the quilt and told stories.
"Dao Xuan saw that Zhang Xiaofan was about to be taken away by Biyao, and he was determined not to let the tiger go back to the mountain, so he dropped the Zhuxian main sword that covered the sky and the sun towards Zhang Xiaofan!"
"Ah!"
Ning Rongrong exclaimed, and her two small hands couldn't help but tightly grasp Qin Jian's arm, and asked repeatedly: "What happened next? What happened later? He must not die, right?"
Qin Jian sighed slowly, and then continued: "Suddenly, the world became quiet, and even the earth-shaking momentum of the Zhuxian ancient sword was breathless..."
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but hold her breath.
"A gentle hand that was once familiar in the years appeared beside Zhang Xiaofan, and there was a faint and crisp sound of bells, pushing him aside..."
Qin Jian's voice became low and slow.
"It's like a voice that has been sleeping for thousands of years, quietly ringing at this moment, chanting softly for the lover in my heart..."
"Gods and demons in the heavens, spirits in the underworld."
"Sacrifice my blood and body."
"Three lives and seven worlds, forever in hell."
"Just for love, I will never regret it even if I die!"
"..."
Unconsciously, Ning Rongrong burst into tears.
Qin Jian stopped there, and he was also immersed in the touching love.
Especially now that his body is a love flower, the touch of emotion is magnified countless times.
For a long time.
He turned his head, stretched out his right hand, slowly wiped the tears on Ning Rongrong's little face, and said gently: "Let's stop here today, go to bed early, Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong stared at his actions blankly, and fell silent for a while...
(End of this chapter)