After comforting this for a while, Yan Ning had already been exhausted. Zhuang Xiaoya seemed to be tired of crying, but she still sobbed in Yan Ning's arms in a low voice.

"Stop crying, your snot flows onto my pants." Yan Ning took out his usual trick.

Who knew that this time it would not work for Zhuang Xiaoya at all: "Big liar... I never runny nose when I cry!"

"Then can you tell me now, what happened?" Yan Ning said lightly patting Zhuang Xiaoya's back.

Zhuang Xiaoya hesitated for a moment before asking in a crying voice: "Yan Ning...you said, you said you would always love me... right?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Yan Ning pounded his chest hard, but he used too much force and pounded himself for a while: "Cough cough! Loving you is my biggest hobby, for the rest of my life!"

"But...what if one day I'm not worthy of your love, what should I do?"

"What are you talking about?" Yan Ning smiled, "You are my junior sister, the eldest lady of the Axe Tiger Gang. What are you not worthy of my love?"

"But……"

"There are always imperfect people... Yes! Although you have a little bad temper and a little rude, you are sometimes fierce... Oh, don't hit me!... But you are the Zhuang Xiaoya I like! I like Zhuang Xiaoya, I like everything about her!"

After hearing Yan Ning's love words, Zhuang Xiaoya immediately forgot to cry, and her face, which had finally relieved, turned red again.

Yan Ning thought Zhuang Xiaoya was about to cry again, and said anxiously: "Little fool, you have been crying for a long time just to ask me this question?"

"Of course there is more than this..." Zhuang Xiaoya said with her head down.

"Tomorrow is the time for us to go out to fight against the Changsheng Sect. Xiaoya, if you have any doubts, you must raise them now," Yan Ning said seriously. "After you set out tomorrow, nothing can be done by nature."

Yan Ning's words seemed to imply that Zhuang Xiaoya was willful. Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly felt: "Yan Ning, I will ask you the last question... Are all the things you said in the Disillusionment of Hundred Ghosts true?"

Yan Ning was stunned and thought that Zhuang Xiaoya was asking whether she wanted to marry her. She nodded seriously and seriously: "In the disillusionment of hundreds of ghosts, every word I say comes from my heart and I will never regret it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhuang Xiaoya suddenly felt a fainting.

He wants to kill the devil's couple!

He is going to kill my parents!

I...is there any need to stay with him?

Zhuang Xiaoya was in a state of confusion, and she didn't even hear Yan Ning shouting.

After a long time, Zhuang Xiaoya seemed to have made a decision in her heart. She looked up at Yan Ning who was worried, and gently kissed him on the mouth, then lay on the bed: "I'm very sleepy, you should go to bed early, and you're going to set out tomorrow."

Yan Ning stood aside, not understanding whether Zhuang Xiaoya had forgiven her.

But she kissed herself, probably because she had figured it out, right?

Yan Ning felt much more relaxed, and he lowered his head and kissed Zhuang Xiaoya, and thoughtfully covered her with a quilt: "I have something to deal with, so you go to bed first."

Yan Ning was about to get up, but Zhuang Xiaoya grabbed her wrist.

"I want you to accompany me."

Yan Ning frowned. He was still preparing to go into the Mingpo Sword to take a look. After all, once he set out tomorrow, he would be unable to help himself.

"No, I have a lot of things to be busy with..."

After Yan Ning finished speaking, he gently pulled Zhuang Xiaoya's hand off, asked her to take back the quilt, patted her on the back, and left the bedroom without looking back and went back to the living room to practice.

He didn't notice that Zhuang Xiaoya, who had been holding back her tears, couldn't help crying the moment Yan Ning forced her to let go.

He wouldn't know how cold Zhuang Xiaoya's heart was at this moment.

In the dark bedroom, Zhuang Xiaoya was crying silently. She looked at Yan Ning's back and made the decision she thought was the most correct.

...

When Yan Ning came out of the bedroom, he was a little complacent and praised himself for having survived the disaster under Zhuang Xiaoya.

He was in a good mood and returned to the living room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, and with a thought, the Mingpo Knife hidden in the Sumeru Ring was summoned by him.

Perhaps because the resentful spirits in the Mingpo Sword devoured the flesh and blood of living people, the dark blue light on the Mingpo Sword became much stronger and looked sharper.

Yan Ning gently stroked the blade of Mingpodao and whispered: "Old guy, thanks to you all the way."

After the words came, Yan Ning thought about the method of Mingpo, and disappeared into the living room and entered the Mingpo Sword.

Inside the Breaking Sword, in front of the cliff.

A golden gap suddenly broke open in the dark sky. In a golden light, Yan Ning fell steadily on the cliff.

The resentful spirits resting around the cliff were immediately excited when they heard the movement. Except for the resentful spirits who were in seclusion, they all rushed over.

"San Master, why are you free to come in?"

"Yes, you haven't seen us for a long time!"

"We are so lonely!"

Yan Ning Yan Ning jumped, why do these guys say so disharmoniously, and always make people think wrongly?

Looking back, the people who spoke were all a group of big and thick resentful spirits, which made Yan Ning feel a chill.

"Cough cough!" Yan Ning coughed twice, and the flirting vengeful spirits calmed down. Then he said, "How many people have come?"

One of the middle-aged male ghosts spoke out: "Go out to those friends who died a few days ago, and those who are in seclusion, there are now 153 people present."

Yan Ning recognized this male ghost, whose name was Wang Yazhou. At the beginning, he had a Taoist practice of 1,500 years, and was considered the second-in-command of the Jinyang Old Ghost.

Now Wang Yazhou has been practicing for 2,200 years, and has even surpassed the Jinyang Old Ghost. Now the Jinyang Old Ghost is still in seclusion, so Wang Yazhou is naturally the representative of everyone.

When Wang Yazhou mentioned his sacrificed partner, Yan Ning was also a little ashamed. In the previous battles, Yan Ning summoned the resentful spirits to go out to fight together, and almost thirty resentful spirits were lost in battles of all sizes.

However, the surviving vengeful spirits did not blame Yan Ning for this. In their eyes, the scattered resentment was due to lack of strength. No matter how good the relationship was, they would not be very sympathetic.

Yan Ning nodded and asked again: "How is everyone's cultivation now?"

Wang Yazhou replied: "Thanks to the two life stones sent by the Third Master, the lowest Taoist companion now has a cultivation level of nine hundred years, and the number of people who have cultivated more than a thousand years has reached 132! As for those who have cultivated more than two thousand years, there are more than twenty people. Everyone's average cultivation level is about 1,100 years!"
Chapter completed!