Chapter 493: What are you implying?

"Come, I'll hold your hand as we walk."

Qin Jian gently took Zhu Zhuqing's slightly cool, jade-like hand into his own, pulled her along, and stepped out of the Council Hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The daylight outside was just right, bringing a moment of dazzling brightness.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was built against the mountains and by the water, with pavilions, towers, small bridges, and flowing water—the scenery was like a painting.

Qin Jian held Zhu Zhuqing's hand, walking slowly within the sect, followed not far behind by a pale green Lemon Spirit.

"You held my hand just a few days ago, and today you're holding Zhuqing's again. You big pig's trotter, you big pig's trotter!"

She muttered to herself, while also having to endure the strange, knowing looks from the surrounding sect disciples.

Many of them recognized Zhu Zhuqing; after all, for nearly a year, she had been coming and going with their little Princess Rongrong, as close as if they were one person.

But what was this situation right now?

Their little Princess Rongrong's fiancé was openly holding her best friend's hand and flaunting their affection within the sect?

This scene was truly somewhat magical, making these Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect disciples, who had not yet experienced the baptism of gossip, feel quite excited.

"Hey! If you two are going to walk, walk faster!"

Ning Rongrong finally clenched her fists and erupted: "Don't I, Ning Rongrong, have any face to maintain?!"

Qin Jian glanced at the gazes around them and couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

It wasn't that he was intentionally walking so slowly; it was just that after five years, being able to walk hand-in-hand with his little kitten again, that psychological stirring and satisfaction completely flooded his brain, leaving him no time to care about the outside world.

He imagined Zhu Zhuqing's feelings were the same, otherwise, the two of them wouldn't have been so tacitly silent the whole way.

"Then let's walk faster."

Zhu Zhuqing also woke up from her immersion, but she glanced back at Ning Rongrong, and suddenly her eyes darted.

"Qin Jian..."

She let go of Qin Jian's hand, then reached her arms upward, her eyes and brows smiling, her tone inadvertently carrying a hint of coquettishness: "Carry me."

Ning Rongrong: "?"

No, I told you to walk faster, and you show me this?

Are you still that cold, unapproachable Zhu Zhuqing?

Does she instantly turn into a little pet the moment Brother Jian returns?

"Hey hey, won't you walk even slower if you're carrying her?" she asked with her hands on her hips, feeling indignant.

Zhu Zhuqing looked back and smiled: "No, we won't."

"Right, Qin Jian?" she said, looking up.

Qin Jian smiled, said nothing, and directly reached out to pick her up in a bridal carry.

It was better to act directly than to start a debate by speaking.

"Let's go."

With force in his feet, he dashed out in a single stride.

After all, they were Spirit Masters; how could there be any logic to walking slower just because he was carrying someone?

Ning Rongrong pouted as she watched them walk further and further away, unable to say a word.

She had clearly already compressed the stinky cat's time to one day, so why was she still so unhappy...

"What are you looking at!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said to the surrounding sect disciples: "You are not allowed to look at me!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

These disciples quickly scattered like birds and beasts.

Little Princess Rongrong, even if she was no longer the little demoness she once was, was still not someone they could afford to provoke...

"Rongrong, it's been a long time since I've seen you so lively..."

At this moment, Ning Fengzhi's voice came.

Ning Rongrong turned her head and saw him walking over with Gu Douluo.

"Dad?"

She called out softly.

Ning Fengzhi patted her head and said gently: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy seeing Qin Jian and Zhu Zhuqing together?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, but quickly shook her head: "No, although it's a bit uncomfortable, I'm not particularly unhappy, because these are all things I expected and things I can accept."

"Mm, since it is your own choice, then walk this path well," Ning Fengzhi nodded and said.

Ning Rongrong suddenly smiled: "Dad, even if it weren't my choice, you would still persuade me, right? After all, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is almost tied together with Brother Jian!"

Ning Fengzhi was slightly startled, but he shook his head and said: "Rongrong, you are wrong. It is because you chose Jian'er that the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is tied to him, not that we had to tie ourselves together before you chose him."

"Then... will Dad blame me?"

Ning Rongrong looked up and said softly: "It is my own feelings that are holding the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect hostage to this point."

Ning Fengzhi continued to pat her head: "Dad is too grateful to you to blame you. If it weren't for you, how would Jian'er wholeheartedly plan for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? If it weren't for him, perhaps the sect would have been mostly destroyed during the Soul Hunting Operation; if it weren't for him, our long-term layout in the Heaven Dou Empire would have been in vain. Who could have imagined that the disciple I took in, Xue Qinghe, was actually a person from the Spirit Hall?"

Ning Rongrong became happy as she listened: "So Brother Jian brought so many changes to the sect, that's great!"

Watching her skip away with her hands behind her back, Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but reveal a faint, warm smile: "It's really been a long time since I've seen Rongrong so happy. Jian'er occupies almost her entire world."

"Qin Jian is a child we watched grow up; he is truly good to Rongrong, so we can rest easy leaving Rongrong to him..."

Gu Douluo sighed and said: "Sigh, old man Jian is just lucky. Not only did he break through to level 97 himself, but even his disciple looks like he'll catch up before long..."

"Jian Shu seems to have realized something while clashing with Jian'er's Sword Qi, and he is still standing on the streets of Heaven Dou City even now..."

A look of anticipation suddenly appeared in Ning Fengzhi's eyes: "If Jian Shu breaks through again..."

Then I'll be in a really difficult spot...

The wrinkles on Gu Douluo's face seemed to deepen by a few degrees.

Ning Rongrong's small building was not far from the one where Jian Douluo and Qin Jian lived; or rather, the residences of Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, Gu Douluo, and Ning Rongrong were already situated in the best locations.

Therefore, Qin Jian naturally knew the location of Ning Rongrong's residence.

Carrying Zhu Zhuqing, he barged all the way in, casually dismissing the Maids who were full of gossip in their eyes, leaving only him and Zhu Zhuqing in the entire small building.

"Clack, clack."

Gently setting Zhu Zhuqing down, her high heels tapped out a crisp sound against the floor.

"Come."

She merely looked up at him, then grabbed his hand and walked toward the bedroom.

As expected of Ning Rongrong's room, the entire interior presented a light green decor, or perhaps it couldn't be called light green; according to the terminology from Qin Jian's past life, it should be called Tiffany Blue.

Otherwise, calling it a room full of green would be so awkward...

"Tiffany Blue is truly the pinnacle of the blend between blue and green; there is no better ratio than this," Qin Jian said, looking around.

"What... blue?" Zhu Zhuqing turned her head to look at him strangely.

Qin Jian pointed to the surroundings and said, "It's the name of this color that Rongrong likes the most."

"You followed me in, and the first thing you noticed was actually this?"

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly moved a few steps closer to him, her slender hands caressing his chest, inching upward, and finally wrapping around his neck, her breath sweet like orchids: "Did you not see that big bed?"

Qin Jian: "..."

That bed was indeed large enough that the two of you could sleep without touching each other at all, but what are you implying by saying this at a time like this...

(End of this chapter)