Chapter 472: Is Ning Rongrong Very Special?

"Tell me, how do you plan to set me up?"

Seeing Qin Jian's look of utter despair, Na'er couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.

Qin Jian's face darkened: "It's nothing, I just intended to change where you're sitting."

"Change to where?"

This time, Na'er was very cooperative.

Qin Jian didn't stand on ceremony either; he reached out directly, one hand around her slender waist, the other behind her knees, and lifted her up in a princess carry, placing her on his lap.

"There, just like this."

He withdrew his left hand from behind her knees and wrapped both arms around her slender waist.

Na'er braced her hands against his chest, a half-smile on her face: "I knew you were up to no good. But, doesn't this look like father and daughter? It's quite normal for a daughter to sit on her father's lap like this, isn't it?"

"Then how about a kiss? That's definitely not something a father and daughter would do, right?"

As Qin Jian said this, he leaned in toward her face.

"Stop, stop."

Na'er reached out to block Qin Jian's mouth, saying crossly: "Don't push your luck. Sitting on your lap is the limit."

Qin Jian's offensive intensity exceeded her expectations, so she hit the brakes immediately.

"Fine, then just a hug."

Qin Jian chuckled, took the opportunity to grab the small hand she had used to block his mouth, and kissed her palm lightly.

The warm, soft sensation flashed across her palm and vanished; Na'er pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted.

"You!"

Oh no, her cheeks were starting to burn again...

"I'm warning you, you are absolutely, absolutely not allowed to do anything out of line to me again!"

Na'er turned her head away, leaving Qin Jian with the back of her head; she looked displeased, but in reality, she was just hiding the blush on her face.

"Fine, whatever you say."

Qin Jian naturally knew where to draw the line.

This wasn't some real little girl, but an ancestor who hadn't had a romantic experience in hundreds of thousands of years; he was very careful, terrified of scaring her away...

Without saying another word, Qin Jian tentatively tightened his arms, slowly letting her small body lean against him, her little head gradually resting on his chest.

Her silver hair was smooth and soft, draped over her fragrant shoulders; when the breeze blew, a few strands would drift up, brushing against the tip of Qin Jian's nose and bringing a faint, lingering fragrance.

This time, the scent of her hair wasn't something he had imagined; it was naturally emanating from Na'er. Perhaps it was because of the body she had created with the help of the Silver Dragon Spear, or some strange rule that had turned her into a real human form...

No matter how Na'er had managed it, Qin Jian couldn't be bothered to look into it deeply; in any case, she had said that the Silver Dragon Spear was half of her.

He was now only focused on the soft feeling of her leaning against him, and the leisurely calm of quietly holding her while watching the scenery drift by.

Such beautiful moments should be cherished and savored...

Thus, another few days passed.

"Qin Jian, your heartbeat is accelerating." Na'er, still leaning against Qin Jian's chest, suddenly looked up and said.

"Hoo..."

Qin Jian took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his emotions, and looking at the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window, he said softly: "Na'er, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... we've arrived."

The emotions contained in that one "arrived" were too complex; Na'er couldn't distinguish whether it was nostalgia and melancholy, or anticipation and longing.

"That Ning Rongrong... is she very special to you, isn't she?" Na'er suddenly said in a low voice.

Qin Jian paused; he wanted to say something she would like to hear, but in the end, he nodded slowly: "Yes, she... is my first love, my... most unforgettable first relationship, and also my... fiancée..."

Na'er's heart gave a slight tug.

Clearly... clearly you said... that I was the most special one...

Hmph! You big jerk!

"I'm sorry, Na'er..."

Qin Jian naturally knew that this shouldn't have been said, but at this moment, as he returned to his home at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, those youthful memories and infatuations swept through his mind like a storm, impossible to calm down.

"I can't lie to myself, and I don't want to lie to you. Although she is different from you, she is equally a concern I cannot let go of..."

He said in a low voice, as if speaking to Na'er, and yet also to his own heart: "After I made up my mind to begin the God Trial, she was the first, and also the one I hurt the deepest..."

"At that time, I didn't know I could look for loopholes in the rules; I just thought a breakup was a breakup, with no room for maneuver, so parting meant parting..."

Qin Jian looked out the window again; familiar buildings were coming into view, but he seemed not to see them, his eyes filled only with the light and shadow of memories flashing by.

"Even though I left a letter hoping she would wait for me, I didn't know if there would be a future. A breakup is the greatest injury to a relationship, especially when one is young and lacks the capacity to bear it..."

He took a deep breath and said slowly: "I am very grateful to her, grateful that when I turned back, she was still standing there, standing behind me, waiting for me..."

"You guy, being a scumbag is one thing, but to be able to be a scumbag so affectionately, you really are one of a kind in this vast world."

Na'er suddenly turned into a silver stream and drifted away, bit by bit merging back into Qin Jian's body.

"Go see your little lover, I won't follow..."

Her voice drifted and wavered, making it impossible to tell if she was happy or angry.

Qin Jian sighed softly.

Looking past the surface to the essence, although Na'er said it very generously, she didn't want to follow and had shrunk back once again; she was clearly unhappy.

Who knows if some trouble will arise when the time comes...

Probably not, right?

After all, she is the wisest, most indifferent, and most high-and-mighty Lady Na...

Although her image has already fallen to pieces by now.

"Chief Judge, we have arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

The Knight Order stopped, and the Knight Order Captain came over to report, taking a sneaky look at his Chief Judge to see if he was still holding that beautiful little girl and doing strange things...

"Click."

As it turned out, the door was pulled open, and only his Chief Judge walked out alone.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Jian asked, bewildered.

"Ah, nothing, nothing at all..."

Having failed to see the scene he had expected, the Knight Order Captain felt somewhat disappointed.

"You are to camp here on the spot; do not disturb the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Qin Jian gave the order, and without waiting for a reply, his entire person vanished from the spot with a swoosh.

The Knight Order: "..."

"This lord, please halt."

The two rows of guards at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already seen the momentum of the Knight Order; although the Spirit Master at the very front blocked Qin Jian's path, he said very politely: "To visit our sect, please state your identity, and wait for us to report it."

Qin Jian glanced at these two rows of guards, but he actually couldn't find a single one he recognized...

After all, it was a sect of ten thousand people, and the guards were replaced batch after batch; five years had passed, how could he still recognize them?

"Ahem, I don't need to report when I'm returning to my own home, do I?" Qin Jian said, placing a hand over his mouth to cough dryly.

"Returning home?"

The guards looked at Qin Jian carefully... they didn't recognize him.

This posture is from the Spirit Hall, isn't it? He doesn't look like one of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect members either...

Wait, there seems to be one person who belongs to both the Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

The guards' gazes instantly became filled with high reverence: "Are you... the Spirit Hall Chief Judge, Guard Commander... Qin Jian?"

(End of this chapter)