The temptation of undergoing tribulation eventually calmed Wu Ling down.
Even at the Tribulation Transcending stage, the chances of success are still much higher than those at the Mahayana stage.
This time, Wu Ling simply went back to visit her family.
Shen Zhuochuan and Wu Ling remained calm, but Qin Xi clung to Song Tingwan's arm, crying and making a fuss.
"I'm worried that my parents won't let me out."
Although she had been a reliable young sect leader for many years, she was still a child in front of her father and the elders who had watched her grow up.
but…
It's not that exaggerated.
Qin Xi's fake crying and wailing amused Song Siyao and Aji.
"If you wish to come, send a message and I will come to pick you up."
Wanqiji also joked.
His status is different now. If he were to personally take Qin Xi away, it would probably be another sensational event.
Our Aji is also good-looking, just not in the same way as Junlang.
Who knows what absurd rumors will spread by then?
Everyone laughed.
"It's okay. If Aji is inconvenient, I'll sneak in and transform into my original form to take you away. The black dragon will appear in a majestic manner and take you away."
Just thinking about it is awesome.
Baili Xijiang chuckled.
Qin Xi rolled her eyes at him, "Going with you guys is not as reliable as Wan'er sending a message to my father."
Wan'er's reputation is now amazing, and she still has the favors she received in the past. She's definitely more reliable than them.
"Alright, go ahead."
Song Tingwan patted her hand, thought for a moment, and then said seriously, "If you really can't get out, I'll come and get you."
She will not leave anyone behind.
"Waaaaah, Wan'er is definitely the best!"
"Oh dear, remember to pick up Xiao Ao! Wait, maybe we can leave first. Perhaps Xiao Ao can stay in the demon realm for a while—"
The person who was about to leave kept worrying, so Song Tingwan had no choice but to gently push them through the door to the demon realm.
As for Xiao Ao, we'll see how happy she is lately.
After the two people and the ghost left, it fell silent instantly.
Song Siyao and Wan Qiji, two people who were usually taciturn and loved to fight, no longer had opponents to spar with.
Baili Xijiang, who loves to bicker, is now without Qin Xi, his arguing partner.
The three exchanged glances and then turned their heads away.
Song Tingwan stood there for a moment, and the three of them assumed that she was feeling down because of their departure.
Who would have thought that when she poked the miniature dragon in her mind's eye, the dragon traveling far, far away on the horizon paused, a hint of a smile flashing in its majestic eyes.
He was still not entirely at ease, and he was also more cunning than Qin Xi.
His attention returned to her.
Shared feelings, shared sorrow.
—What you said before, this time we can stand side by side.
—As the protector of Venerable Pillow Sleep, how could I not leave something behind to protect you?
The previous night, the lights in the bamboo forest flickered.
The two strolled along in the breeze, without a trace of reluctance to part.
"This time, you don't need to kick me out when we encounter danger."
Shen Zhuochuan's eyes were filled with her.
He has already reached the stage of transcending tribulation.
This time, she had no reason to banish the distraction.
Song Tingwan chuckled slightly.
He was still bothered by the fact that she had distracted him before she died.
"Not this time."
"Hmm, famous venerable ones always have a powerful guard by their side, but isn't my guard a bit too famous?"
The woman smiled and teased.
You deserve it.
As he spoke, he didn't hesitate to painfully detach his attention, and the miniature dragon burrowed into her mind, obediently occupying a spot before closing its eyes and remaining still.
Do not spy or listen.
Song Tingwan stared intently at his pale face, which was pale from being distracted, and gently wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.
"Why are you so fixated on being a protector, but not on the title of a Daoist partner?"
While he was in great pain, Song Tingwan casually uttered a startling remark.
He has always respected her.
Love is never hidden.
But he never seemed to expect to get a formal title from her.
Shen Zhuochuan was so shocked that he forgot his pain; the usually gentle and composed man's ears turned bright red.
He stammered, "...Is...is it okay?"
After asking the question subconsciously, he coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment when Song Tingwan looked up and smiled.
"cough."
“I know you are not attached to love, so I don’t care about titles or status.”
He spoke with a very serious expression.
Song Tingwan chuckled as she put down the handkerchief, her slender white fingertips lightly resting on his chest.
"But your reaction tells me that you do care."
Pretend, you clearly care to death.
My heart pounded wildly where my hand touched.
Song Tingwan saw through his nervousness, and wrapped her arms around his waist while laughing.
Listening to his heartbeat, feeling the mini dragon jumping around in his mind with extreme excitement and joy.
"Your heart and your distractions do not lie."
“Shen Zhuochuan, even A Yao has tacitly acknowledged your existence, so be bolder.”
The man gently embraced her, his heart pounding, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Once Senior Chaoxuan recovers, I will go to the Yunyin Clan to propose the Daoist Couple Ceremony."
It was sincere, every word conveying a careful and respectful love.
Song Tingwan leaned against his chest and softly agreed.
They pledged their love in the bamboo grove, and even the little dragon in her mind happily flicked its tail, nuzzling against her consciousness.
Intimate, soulmates.
.
Therefore, parting is not sad.
Song Tingwan smiled slightly and happily led the three people behind her back.
A long time passed.
The matter of the wolf pack cannot be easily concluded, nor can the cause be found.
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