Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

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"Brother Jian, do you want the tent we lived in before?" Ning Rongrong said in surprise.



Qin Jian nodded and said: "I asked the elder for the tent we lived in. I decorated it all with my own hands."



Lifting the door curtain, the two of them walked in. They were exactly the same.



"Wow…"



Ning Rongrong kicked off her shoes excitedly and lay down on the bed.



The soft bed made her giggle happily, and she couldn't help but roll around a few times.



"Brother Jian, come up quickly!" she called.



Qin Jian smiled, then took off his coat, slowly sat on the bed, and held Ning Rongrong's soft little body in his arms.



"Ugh..."



Ning Rongrong buried herself in his chest and made a comfortable sound.



"Rongrong..."



At this time, Qin Jian suddenly said slowly: "Rongrong...if...I leave...what will happen to you?"



As if a sledgehammer fell on his heart, Ning Rongrong was shocked and suddenly raised his head: "Why... why did you leave?"



"Nothing...I was just joking..."



Qin Jian smiled softly at this moment and passed the topic.



"wrong…"



But the girl's sixth sense was so sharp that Ning Rongrong's face began to look uneasy: "Brother Jian, you are a little strange today. You have opened the mimicry training ground and prepared a tent..."



"It's nothing, don't think about it."



Qin Jian gently touched her long, silky hair.



But Ning Rongrong did not feel relieved. Everything that had happened recently came into his mind: "Brother Jian, you have been acting strange recently. Rongrong feels like you are trying to make up for something. Give me the best soul ring. I am still here today." Dealing with Poison Douluo..."



"You...are you really...really...going to...leave me..."



Tears welled up in the girl's eyes.



Qin Jian suddenly turned his head away and quickly wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, then turned back and said with a smile: "Don't think too much, let me tell you a story, okay? The story about Zhang Xiaofan hasn't reached the end yet..."



"The story of Zhang Xiaofan..."



Ning Rongrong murmured something repeated, and suddenly said: "Brother Jian, you haven't talked about the finale. Are you just waiting for now...you...what are you going to do..."



Although she looks like a child at ordinary times, at the most critical moment, her mind is as sharp as that of a mature woman.



Qin Jian didn't answer her, just held her in his arms.



"Rong Rong, I told you about the Qingyun crisis last time. The entire Qingyun Mountain was surrounded by the Ghost King Sect, and they had already reached the Yuqing Palace..."



"And because of Baguio's disappearance, Zhang Xiaofan completely collapsed in Caomiao Village. With Lu Xueqi's company, he slowly recovered..."



"On this day, he seemed to be summoned by something and came to Huanyue Cave, the place where the ancient sword of Zhu Xian is preserved..."



"It's still so difficult to walk the path of the phantom moon again..."



"Thousands of mountains and rivers, one person treks..."



"At dusk, there is snow on thousands of mountains, and only a shadow walks alone..."



"Zhang Xiaofan burst into tears..."



"In this life, he doesn't want to be lonely or live forever. What he wants is..."



Qin Jian's voice was slightly choked.



"What he wants...is just to be with the one he loves..."



Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her eyes filled with mist.



But Qin Jian smiled at this time: "Finally, he has been recognized by the Ancient Sword of Zhuxian, and has the power to reach the heaven and the earth..."



"He defeated the Ghost King and defeated Asura...but he didn't get what he wanted..."



"Many years ago, in Caomiao Village, Lu Xueqi and Zhang Xiaofan looked at each other and smiled..."



"The little golden bell tied to the green corner of the eaves... makes a crisp ringing sound in the wind..."



"This...is the end..."



Qin Jian lowered his head and said: "Rong Rong, do you know? I particularly like Zhang Xiaofan because I am just like him..."



"I don't want power, I don't want loneliness, I just want to be with the one I love all the time..."



Ning Rongrong looked at him blankly and shed tears for some reason.



She seemed to have a premonition of something...



"But this world is always like this. It won't give you what you want. Unsatisfactory things always account for nine out of ten cases..."



Ning Rongrong was crying, but Qin Jian was smiling.



"Just like that lonely monkey, if you want love, you must give up power; if you want power, you must give up love..."



"But how can he protect love if he has no power? Why should he lose love if he has power..."



Qin Jian raised his head to prevent the mist from flowing down his eyes.



"Fate is so cruel, but we have no strength to resist..."



He looked down at Ning Rongrong, the light in his eyes gradually gathering.



I finally made up my mind...



"Rongrong, fate is unfair, but I insist on fighting it to the end, so..."



But he couldn't say the next words, because Ning Rongrong suddenly raised his head, ignoring the tears that were flowing uncontrollably.



"Brother Jian!"



She suddenly interrupted Qin Jian's words and said quickly: "Brother Jian, can I accompany you?"



"If you have to fight against fate, I will accompany you!"



"Whatever you want to do, I'll be with you!"



The tears flowed faster and faster...



"Don't leave me, okay..."



She carefully grabbed Qin Jian's sleeve.



"Rongrong can give you whatever you want..."



"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can give it to you..."



"Rongrong can give it to you..."



"I can give you anything..."



Her little hands gripped her sleeves tighter and tighter.



"Rongrong is willing to be the Lu Xueqi who stays with you all the time..."



"Don't leave me...please..."



"Don't leave me, okay..."



People who have never experienced a broken love will never know how painful their heart will be at this moment.



Mixed with despair and heartache, it brings about real heart twitching.



It's like a knife cutting!



But Qin Jian was still smiling: "Come on, Rongrong, eat this Qiluo Tulip..."



"I won't eat, I won't eat..."



Ning Rongrong shook her head again and again.



"Be good, don't let all my hard work go to waste, okay?"



Qin Jian gently placed Qiluo Tulip on Ning Rongrong's mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, ah..."



Ning Rongrong shed tears and opened her mouth. Qiluo Tulip immediately turned into pure energy and poured into her body.



She had the willpower not to eat, but she didn't want to let down Qin Jian's wishes.



The huge energy forced her to enter the cultivation state instantly, and she was unable to do anything else.



Qin Jian waited until Ning Rongrong closed her eyes and entered the cultivation state before two lines of tears slowly flowed down.



No one saw it anymore, and finally I no longer had to endure it.



He gently raised his hand and slowly placed it on Ning Rongrong's smooth cheek.



"Rongrong..."



He choked slightly and said: "Rongrong... you are my fiancée... I will protect you from harm even if I die..."



"Wait for me...must wait for me..."



"Wait until I come back to marry you!"



He finally stood up and rushed towards the door curtain quickly, but the moment he lifted the door curtain, he stopped involuntarily.



The young man looked back again, as if he wanted to carve that little figure into his mind.



Then, he walked out and never looked back...