Ning Hua stood quietly behind Ning Hongze, offering no further explanation.
"Don't worry, we all believe in you."
Suddenly, a man rushed over and whispered something. It was the senior student she had been drinking with last night.
"Yes, we all believe you."
Two more people slowly walked over, uttered those words, and then casually walked away.
They were all people I drank with last night.
Ning Hua's heart immediately filled with joy.
She turned around and winked at the people passing by.
Her playful and adorable appearance made the disciples of the immortal sects blush instantly.
"Junior Sister Ning is really beautiful."
"Who can argue with that?"
"I really misunderstood her before."
"Do you think Senior Brother Ning would agree if I were to propose to her?" A disciple stared at Ning Hua for a while, then suddenly blushed and asked.
"I'm not so sure about that." The person who answered glanced at Ning Hua and couldn't help but sigh. "Whether Senior Brother Ning agrees or not, our master definitely won't agree."
No matter how beautiful Ning Hua is, she is not someone they can even dream of.
They don't mind the troublemaker, but their master certainly does.
So there's absolutely no chance.
"Oh, what a pity."
"Yes, that's such a pity."
Isn't it a pity?
No, it's not a pity at all.
Dan Qing listened intently, her ears perked up.
I felt inexplicably happy.
He cares about Ning Hua a lot.
This feeling came out of nowhere. He had never felt this way before.
He always felt that this woman was an exception to his expectations.
Of course—Shan Qing's cold gaze swept over those who wanted to propose marriage, sending chills down their spines.
He always felt that something was wrong with him.
He had no memory of this woman, but even so, he didn't want to see her marry another man; the only one standing by her side could be him.
Ning Ziyu gently tugged at Ning Hua's sleeve.
"Senior sister, you've drunk so much, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"
Ning Ziyu took out a small packet of pastries from her sleeve.
The square-shaped pastries have a delicate osmanthus fragrance that makes you feel a little hungry just smelling them.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony, I'm actually a little hungry."
Since yesterday, she has been drinking alcohol and hasn't eaten much. Now, the mention of food suddenly makes Ning Hua feel extremely hungry.
"Junior Brother Ziyu, you are truly my timely help."
Ning Hua took the pastry, and just as she put it in her mouth, a gust of wind rushed towards her.
Ning Hua flicked her sleeve and dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, the force was aimed at the osmanthus cake in her hand. She was unharmed, but the osmanthus cake in her hand was spilled all over the ground.
"My pastries."
Ning Hua looked up and saw Shan Qing looking at her with a blank expression.
"You did this?"
"I did it." Shan Qing didn't deny it and nodded. "I'm sorry."
The apology was also very sincere.
However, if you look closely at his eyes, you'll find that there's not a trace of guilt in them; instead, there's a hint of joy. "Never mind, never mind, we can only see if anyone else has any left."
"If you don't mind, I'll have someone send over some pastries right away."
"this--"
"No need, I have some here."
Ning Hong suddenly took out a piece of glutinous rice cake and handed it over.
Whether it was Shan Qing's imagination or not, he felt as if this person had seen through all his little schemes. Just as he was about to use the same trick again to knock Ning Hua's glutinous rice cake away, he saw Ning Hong move forward and pull him directly behind him.
With him blocking the way, his little tricks are no match for him.
Dan Qing gritted his teeth as he watched Ning Hua enthusiastically divide the glutinous rice cake in his hand into several pieces and distribute them to the Ning family disciples one by one.
"Thank you, Senior Sister." Ning Ziyu felt a little regretful about his osmanthus cake. If he had known that his senior sister was not lucky enough to have such treats, he shouldn't have given all the cakes to her. He should have at least kept some for himself.
"Ziyu, you just gave me all your pastries, so I'll share some of this glutinous rice cake with you."
"——"
It doesn't seem like a bad deal. Ning Ziyu looked at the glutinous rice cake in his hand and thought it tasted better than his osmanthus cake.
I don't know where my senior brother bought it from.
If she's a cute and attractive girl of the right age, he'll definitely pursue her and win her over.
This way, it will be convenient for him to eat pastries every day.
Of course, Ning Ziyu never imagined that the fragrant and delicious glutinous rice cake in his hand was made by his senior brother. The things he was thinking about were destined not to happen.
The four corpses of the Jiang family all died in gruesome ways.
Blood was everywhere.
The heads of all four men were cut off and carelessly thrown into the yard.
Of the four families, the Wei family is the most skilled at summoning spirits.
Upon seeing the corpses, Wei Yong immediately used talismans to try and summon back the souls of the deceased Jiang family members. However, after working on it for quite some time, he found nothing, let alone any souls.
"That's impossible."
Wei Yong threw away the ashes of the talisman in his hand and took out another talisman.
He muttered incantations, and the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire. However, even after the talisman burned to ashes once more, it still failed to summon back the souls of the Jiang family members.
"There was no movement at all. It seems that their souls have all disappeared."
"Disappeared?"
"Only the demons would know such evil methods."
I've heard that the demon race has a Soul-Binding Bell, which allows them to collect the souls of immortals.
Humans have three souls and seven spirits, and immortals are no exception.
Two hundred years ago, there was a demon who often captured immortals and extracted their souls to make medicine.
However, justice prevailed. This person had committed too many evils, and the cycle of karma meant that he was naturally besieged by all the forces of heaven. In the end, he self-destructed and died on Duhe Mountain.
The soul-binding spirit also disappeared.
Could it be that after two hundred years, this person has returned with a vengeance? If it is indeed this person resurrected, I fear the immortal sects will once again be thrown into turmoil.
Elder Bai rubbed his hands together, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Although Ning Hua was not the one who did this, he always felt that she was involved.
The Dragon Chasing Pavilion Master wouldn't talk nonsense.
Could it be that the demon will be reborn in Ning Hua's body?
Upon realizing this possibility, Elder Bai's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
If that's the case, he must first eliminate Ning Hua.
But what if it isn't?
Ning Hua was a living, breathing human being—
Let's observe for a little longer. As long as there's even the slightest possibility, we'd rather kill the innocent than let her go.
Ning Hong, however, was keenly aware of Elder Bai's malice towards Ning Hua.
This man wanted to kill Hua'er from the very beginning. Has his mind not changed yet, or does he still intend to harm Hua'er?
If that's the case, he has to be careful.
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