Xue Lian stared at the extremely embarrassed Xiao Ning in front of him with a playful look, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a meaningful and playful smile. Then, he walked slowly to Xiao Ning's side and said softly:
"Look at what you are like now. With your current meager strength, it is simply a pipe dream to want to control the Chaos Body. You still have a long way to go in your cultivation!"
After saying that, Xue Lian squatted down leisurely, stretched out his right hand and gently pressed on Xiao Ning's injured shoulder. A magical thing happened. The moment Xue Lian's palm touched Xiao Ning's shoulder, a warm and powerful force continuously poured into the wound. Not long after, the originally hideous wound healed quickly as if it was cast by magic, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the discomfort caused by Xiao Ning's injury also receded like a tide, and the whole person suddenly felt much more relaxed.
"Don't lie on the ground pretending to be dead, stand up quickly! This has just begun!"
Xue Lian stood up suddenly and shouted at Xiao Ning. Hearing this, Xiao Ning raised his head and looked at Xue Lian's sharp eyes like a hawk. After a brief look, he gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, picked up the Tianxuan Sword beside him, and held it tightly in his hand, ready to face the more intense battle next.
Time passed quietly, without stopping for a single minute or a second. Before they knew it, Xiao Ning and Xue Lian had been fighting fiercely in this closed training room for a whole day, and during this time, the two had never stepped out of the door.
The night fell over the entire sect. Xiao Ning dragged his exhausted body, which seemed to fall apart at any moment, and took heavy steps back to his bedroom. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes involuntarily fell on the soft and comfortable big bed.
At this moment, Yourong Rouxue was lying there quietly, like a sleeping flower. Xiao Ning walked to the bedside quietly, slowly leaned down, and gently gazed at the woman in front of him who had haunted his dreams. He couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and carefully touch Yourong Rouxue's delicate cheek, his eyes revealing endless tenderness and love.
After a short pause, Xiao Ning reluctantly withdrew his hand and turned to leave the bedroom. After a while, he arrived at the door of Yourong Xuanya's bedroom. He gently pushed open the door and saw Yourong Xuanya sitting quietly at the table, concentrating on the long sword in his hand. The long sword looked a bit old, but it still flashed with cold light and was extremely sharp. Xiao Ning knew that this was the precious gift that Yourong Rouxue gave to Yourong Xuanya when she was young.
When she heard the noise outside, she slowly turned her head, her eyes revealing a hint of alertness. However, when she saw the exhausted Xiao Ning, the alertness in her eyes was instantly replaced by concern. She quickly put away the long sword in her hand and walked forward quickly, as if she was afraid that Xiao Ning would suddenly disappear.
She threw herself into Xiao Ning's arms, hugged him tightly, and felt his warm body temperature. Her eyes were full of worry, and she asked softly, "Ning'er, you're back! Did Xue Lian do anything to you?" There was a tremor in her voice, as if she was afraid of hearing a bad answer.
Xiao Ning shook his head and gently pinched Yourong Xuanya's cheek, trying to reassure her. He smiled and said, "It's okay, I just trained with him all day and I'm a little tired." His voice was low and gentle, as if he was comforting Yourong Xuanya.
Yourong Xuanya showed a distressed expression. She gently stroked Xiao Ning's face, her eyes full of pity. She helped Xiao Ning to the bedside, let him sit down, and then she snuggled in his arms, quietly listening to his heartbeat. The heartbeat was like a beautiful melody, which made her feel extremely at ease.
Soon, Xiao Ning's eyelids slowly closed due to fatigue, and his breathing gradually became steady and deep. Yourong Xuanya looked at him quietly, feeling his fatigue, and couldn't help but feel touched. She knew that Xiao Ning had put in too much effort for her and Yourong Rouxue.
Yourong Xuanya gently took off Xiao Ning's coat, her movements were so gentle as if she was treating a precious treasure. She laid him flat on the bed, then climbed onto the bed carefully and lay in Xiao Ning's broad arms. Her body pressed tightly against him, as if she wanted to pass on her warmth to him.
She gently kissed Xiao Ning's lips, and the gentle touch brushed his cheek like a feather. Her eyes were full of affection, and she murmured:
"Ning'er, thank you. Without you, I really don't know what I would do. Ning'er, if my sister survives, I will convince her that I want to marry you. Even if I have to give up my cultivation and become an ordinary mortal, I am willing..."
Her voice revealed determination and persistence, as if this was the truest thought in her heart. At this moment, she forgot everything and only focused on the man in front of her, the man who gave her endless warmth and strength.
On the other side, Xue Lian came to the locked house again with ease. He carefully opened the chain, as if he was afraid of awakening the sleeping soul in the house. He slowly opened the door and his eyes fell directly on Jiang Yingli who was beside the bed.
Jiang Yingli sat quietly beside the bed, like a sculpture, her posture straight and dignified, as if frozen in time. Her eyes were empty and confused, as if she was staring at some empty place in the distance. Her lips were slightly closed, without the slightest tremor, as if she had lost the ability to speak.
Xue Lian's footsteps were as light as feathers. He walked cautiously, afraid to break the silence. Every step was like stepping on thin ice, afraid to make any sound. He gently came to Jiang Yingli's side, then slowly squatted down to look her in the eye.
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