116: Ning Rongrong's love can only be answered with silence

Night fell, the cups clinked and wine flowed.

After all, it was the day Ning Fengzhi had just been buried, so there were still some taboos. No Sect disciples attended the banquet tonight.

The scale of the banquet was also relatively simple. When Ning Rongrong started the banquet, she first bowed and apologized to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Fortunately, the old Golden Crocodile had no airs. He waved his hand and began chatting with Chen Xin and Gu Rong, talking casually about everything, mostly about the future plans for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Qian Feng pursed his lips and smiled, sitting opposite Ning Rongrong. He said, "Rongrong, Golden Crocodile Grandpa is here at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to help you develop safely. He won't interfere with any of your decisions, so you can confidently arrange various matters."

Golden Crocodile also laughed heartily, slapping the table and saying, "This old man is just a vase! I came to this place just to get some drinks and occasionally go out for a stroll! Of course, if any other miscellaneous people come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to cause trouble, I will absolutely not be lenient!"

Speaking of this, he slapped his forehead, shook his head, and said, "Ah, look at my memory, how muddled. I almost forgot what the Pope instructed."

Hearing that it was something Bibi Dong had instructed, Ning Rongrong sat up straight, looking a bit nervous.

Golden Crocodile Douluo took out a dark golden card from his Pregnant and placed it on the table, saying, "The Sect needs to develop, needs to be repaired, and it can't be done without soul coins. Here, there are a million gold soul coins. Of course, the Pope knows that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School doesn't lack soul coins, but it should still be of some use, right?"

Ning Rongrong lowered her eyelids slightly, her heart softened, and she stood up to thank him again a few times.

Golden Crocodile Douluo waved his hand, then laughed heartily and drank for half an hour before everyone dispersed and went to rest.

It was deep night, the bright moon was shining.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School looked a bit desolate against the backdrop of white mourning streamers, but the moonlight casting down added a few points of tranquility.

Everything was developing in a good direction, but the fluttering white streamers foreshadowed that some things had happened, and some people had passed away, which could never be changed.

Qian Feng strolled through the pavilions and withered flowers in the small courtyard, shaking his head and sighing softly, "This change is undoubtedly a night of growth for Ning Rongrong. I wonder if this girl can withstand the pressure and make plans for the future revival of the Sect."

"Young Master Qian Feng, it's late, aren't you going to rest?"

Hearing the sound, Qian Feng immediately looked up and realized that he had wandered to the edge of the pond. In the pavilion within, Ning Rongrong was looking at him with a smile, wearing a white dress with her long hair loose, appearing cool and graceful in the moonlight.

Her jade-like hands were folded on her lap, and when she pursed her lips and smiled, it was like a narcissus blooming, quite classical and elegant.

"If you call me Young Master Qian Feng, then shouldn't I also call you Sect Master Ning?" Qian Feng waved his hand and joked with a smile.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled, reaching out to invite Qian Feng inside.

Inside the pavilion, Qian Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky. The two remained silent for a long time.

It was Ning Rongrong who first looked at the bright moon and spoke to thank him, "Qian Feng, thank you. I can feel the sincerity of your Spirit Hall, that you are treating our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School as a partner for cooperation."

Of course, there was half a sentence unsaid, and she also understood that Golden Crocodile had another role as a supervisor.

However, between friends, some things are naturally understood without needing to be constantly spoken.

"Mm-hmm, the subsequent development of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is still a bit troublesome, you need to think more!" Qian Feng sighed. Suddenly letting Ning Rongrong bear the heavy burden of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was a bit cruel, but there was no other way.

"Then are you willing... to walk forward and bear this burden with me?" Ning Rongrong's voice was cool, yet carried a hint of hope. She quietly glanced at Qian Feng and clenched the hem of her dress.

"..." Qian Feng stood with his hands behind his back and did not answer.

Silence, perhaps, was also a kind of answer.

Ning Rongrong stood up, pursed her lips and smiled. The deep sadness in her eyes was unknown to anyone. She softly said, "Qian Feng, it's late, get some rest early~ You'll be leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School soon, right?"

"Mm-hmm, things here are settled. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has also reached cooperation with the Spirit Hall. Later, you can let your Sect disciples go to our place to cultivate and learn~ I naturally have other things to do."

He turned around to look, and Ning Rongrong was currently facing away from him.

Her body trembled slightly, and then, before Qian Feng could react, she had thrown herself into his arms.

Ning Rongrong's body was very soft, and what was even stranger was that she had a slight coolness about her. Qian Feng also smelled a faint scent of incense candles in his nose.

Her body kept trembling in Qian Feng's arms, as if she had made a huge decision to be able to make such a move.

"Qian Feng... don't go, stay. I alone, I can't figure it out..." Ning Rongrong's voice was trembling, carrying a hint of fear.

Having lost her father, even with her two 'Grandpas' accompanying her, she had a strong sense of insecurity.

Qian Feng sighed slightly in his heart. He truly had no feelings for Ning Rongrong.

More so, he treated her as a friend, or a partner.

Silence, still silence. Ning Rongrong slowly released her arms, lowered her head and choked, "Sorry... Father's passing, I was a bit out of sorts for a moment."

"It's okay, Rongrong. If the Sect has any problems in the future, you can also ask Golden Crocodile Douluo. The old senior is likely knowledgeable and experienced, and will definitely be able to answer your questions!" Qian Feng gently reminded her, nodding, and did not deliberately look at Ning Rongrong's face at this time.

The latter nodded, turned, and quickly ran away.

"Ah." Qian Feng shook his head and turned to look not far from the pond. "What, still want to see?"

In the corner, Hu Liena poked her head out, stuck out her tongue, and took three steps in two, entering the pavilion.

"Oh dear, I wasn't afraid that you... uh, afraid that you wouldn't be able to resist the beauty! We have to go elsewhere later." Hu Liena made up an excuse, flushed, and threw herself into Qian Feng's arms. The latter sat down smoothly, letting her sit on his lap.

Hu Liena wrapped her arms around Qian Feng's neck and buried her head beside his ear, murmuring, "Ning Rongrong's temperament is so good now, cool and elegant, and she's the Sect Master. You actually weren't moved! And you even rejected her so cruelly? Tsk tsk, if I were a man, I would definitely have taken her!"

"Love is something that can't be clearly explained." Qian Feng sighed, stroking Hu Liena's back and smiling gently, "If you don't like someone, you just don't like them, no matter how good their appearance or temperament is, you still don't like them."

"Oh~ Mm, then why do you like me so much?!" Hu Liena's fox eyes flickered, very cute, and her external soul bone, the three white fox tails, were also exposed, occasionally swaying a few times.

"I'm a relatively simple person. You took away my innocence, so I have to like you whether I want to or not." Qian Feng spread his hands and sighed, "Ah, you're lucky. You took my body."

Hu Liena's mouth twitched, as if Qian Feng had suffered a great grievance?

She glared at him and snorted coldly, "You still have the nerve? That night you tormented... Woo!!"

Before she could retort, Qian Feng had already kissed her.

Hu Liena tightly held onto Qian Feng's neck, responding to him.

Half an hour later, the two changed battlegrounds to resolve their full-blown passion.