Xiao Ning looked at the Bai in his hand, which had long lost its spiritual energy, and was very surprised. He ignored the pain in his body and quickly called the system to inquire about the situation.
"Master, the sword in your hand has had its spiritual power absorbed by the Chaos Art. Now it is no match for a low-grade weapon."
Upon hearing this news, Xiao Ning's eyes widened and he asked in shock: "What's going on? Why can't it be integrated like last time?"
"Master, the last time we were able to fuse was just an accident. You can't always succeed in leaps and bounds. You can only absorb the spiritual power of a mid-level weapon at the moment."
Xiao Ning frowned and asked, "Where did the absorbed spiritual energy go? Why can't I feel it at all?"
However, the system did not give a clear answer, but only said vaguely: "Master, perhaps the spiritual energy has been stored. The Chaos God and Demon Art is a very strange practice, and any special situation may occur. Therefore, the master must not act on impulse!"
After hearing this, Xiao Ning's face turned gloomy, but he didn't say anything else. He just stared at the white in his hand silently.
Suddenly, Rong Rouxue walked in from outside. Her beautiful eyes were instantly attracted by the cracks on the ground, and then her eyes fell on Xiao Ning's bloody face.
She walked forward quickly, holding his hand tightly, trying to sense his physical condition. Xiao Ning slowly raised his head and looked at her, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile.
"Sister, I'm sorry for damaging the house. I will fix it..." His voice was soft but firm.
Rong Rouxue pinched his face distressedly, gently wiped the blood off his face with her thumb, and asked softly, "Ning'er, are you okay?" Her eyes were full of concern and worry.
Xiao Ning shook his head gently and just looked at her with a smile, which seemed to dispel all the haze. Then, the two of them left the house together.
Xiao Ning washed his face with clear water, and Rong Rouxue produced a soft towel like a magician and handed it to him.
"Ning'er, let's go and look at wedding dresses. There's no rush for cultivation." You Rong Rouxue said gently, with anticipation glittering in her eyes.
Xiao Ning wiped his face clean, was silent for a second, and nodded gently. Yourong Rouxue happily took his hand and walked out of the house. Yourong Xuanya came to the two of them with several tailors.
Then, two of the women took Xiao Ning away and began to carefully measure his size. Xiao Ning was like an exquisite doll, allowing them to fiddle with him. Finally, after the size was measured, he relaxed his shoulders as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.
He returned to the room where Rong Rouxue was carefully trying on fabrics. When she saw Xiao Ning coming, she happily went forward to greet him.
"Ning'er, do you think red or gold is better?" Rong Rouxue asked expectantly.
Xiao Ning frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then replied: "I think red is better, it's more festive."
"I think so too, Xuan Ya, what do you think?" Yourong Rouxue turned and looked at Yourong Xuan Ya.
Rong Xuanya's eyes met Xiao Ning's, and her heart suddenly pounded like a deer. She turned her head away shyly, not daring to look at Xiao Ning's face again. At that moment, her cheeks flushed, like a ripe apple, delicate and tempting. Her hands unconsciously fiddled with the corners of her clothes, and she stammered, "I have the same idea as Ning'er."
Xiao Ning touched his nose awkwardly, then stopped looking at her and turned his attention to Yourong Rouxue. They began to choose fabrics and styles, which took an entire afternoon. During this process, Xiao Ning's mind drifted to Yourong Xuanya from time to time. He secretly thought about her shy appearance, and a ripple appeared in his heart.
Back in the bedroom, Xiao Ning sat on a chair, his thoughts drifting away. Suddenly, he remembered something. He quickly raised his finger and opened the storage ring. The little guy he brought back from the demon world was actually forgotten in it.
Xiao Ning let the little guy out. It looked at the outside world curiously, then looked at Xiao Ning again, rubbing his fingers excitedly. Xiao Ning said softly, "I'm sorry, little guy, I forgot to let you out."
The little guy seemed to understand what he said, and then showed an aggrieved expression, as if complaining about being locked up for so long.
Xiao Ning quickly took out a piece of animal meat, conjured up a plate, and carefully fed it to the little guy. When the little guy saw the food, his eyes immediately lit up, and he was so happy that his tail almost broke. Without saying a word, he opened his little mouth and ate voraciously. Xiao Ning looked at his cute appearance and was filled with love.
He took out a delicate kettle from his storage ring, carefully poured the water into the bowl, and then gently handed it to the little guy. When the little guy saw that there was water to drink, he immediately came over happily and drank the water in big gulps. As the water flowed into his throat, he made a satisfied gurgling sound from time to time, as if expressing his gratitude to his master.
"Drink slowly, don't choke, I still have a lot here." Xiao Ning reminded the little guy with a smile, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness.
Xiao Ning looked at the strange creature that looked like a puppy but had scales, and he couldn't help but feel curious. He really couldn't guess the origin of this little guy, but he was already thinking in his heart: "Speaking of which, every protagonist seems to have a special mount or pet. Could this little guy belong to me?" Thinking of this, Xiao Ning couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, in that case, I'll give you a name! Um... I'll call you Erning! I hope you can become my right-hand man or even my left-hand arm in the future!" Xiao Ning announced his decision excitedly, his eyes revealing anticipation and longing.
However, Er Ning didn't seem to understand Xiao Ning's words at all, and continued to eat and drink. Xiao Ning shook his head helplessly and reached out to gently stroke the little guy's tiny scales.
Half an hour later, the little guy finally ate and drank enough, burped contentedly, and then curled up and fell asleep on the ground. Seeing this, Xiao Ning quickly found a clean blanket and spread it on the ground so that the little guy could sleep more comfortably. Finally, he glanced at Er Ning who was sleeping soundly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned away.
When he returned to Rong Rouxue's room, he found that she was not there. When Xiao Ning turned around, he saw a figure standing behind him. He was startled, then took a deep breath and said.
"elder sister."
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