Chapter 14: Are you scared?
Chapter 14: Are you scared?
"Ah!"
Qin Jian stepped back fiercely, pushing Ning Rongrong's little body away.
"Sorry... sorry..."
Qin Jian blushed a little, which was rare: "I was too excited just now..."
"Oh..."
Ning Rongrong lowered her head, not even daring to look at him, and hurriedly got into the quilt.
Qin Jian looked at Ning Rongrong, who was wrapped tightly in the quilt beside him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He knew that he was not excited, but had a skin hunger disease...
because he was originally a human, but he had not been close to anyone for 100,000 years, and that instinct was infinitely magnified.
Especially when he just transformed, Xiao Wu, that idiot, rushed up without knowing whether to live or die, and as a result...
what happened that night was simply beyond words.
I don't know if she has recovered now...
Qin Jian turned off the lights and got into the quilt, and his eyes showed memories in the darkness.
Xiao Wu should still be in the junior college now, I wonder if she met Tang San...
The next day.
When Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo came to see them again, the scene inside surprised them.
Because Ning Rongrong was like a different person, no longer willful and reckless, let alone petty.
She listened to Qin Jian's words when crossing mountains and ridges that day, and successfully arrived at the resting place on the opposite side in half a day.
"This..."
Ning Fengzhi looked at Ning Rongrong, who was like a different person, and was a little confused: "What happened last night? Rongrong is so well-behaved today?"
Sword Douluo speculated: "Maybe she knew she couldn't get out and accepted her fate, or Jian'er convinced her?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said: "That's the only possibility. I hope she can hold on..."
And in the next six months, whether it was mountains or rivers, deserts or glaciers, oceans or forests, Ning Rongrong persisted.
No matter whether the weather was torrential rain and wind, or lightning and thunder, or scorching sun and cold winter, with snow all over the sky, Ning Rongrong actually just held Qin Jian's hand and walked down.
"The two of them..."
Ning Fengzhi finally realized that something was wrong: "Could it be that these two little guys really have sparks? Otherwise, with Rongrong's spoiled personality, how could she survive in such a harsh environment?"
Sword Douluo blinked and said, "It's possible..."
"Uncle Jian, do you think that if the two of them are really together, is this... appropriate?"
Ning Fengzhi folded his hands on his crutches, his expression unpredictable.
Sword Douluo smiled and said, "I think the Sect Master doesn't need to think too much and just let things take their course. At least Jian'er has excellent character, I can guarantee that."
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "Of course I trust Uncle Jian's vision."
"The next six months will be even more difficult. I hope they can hold on until the final assessment."
Ning Fengzhi said, "It's been nearly a hundred years since any combination of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect has been able to persist to the end. I hope they can create a miracle, even if there are emotional factors involved."
Sword Douluo thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Sect Master, when was the last time a combination made it through the final level?"
Ning Fengzhi was slightly startled and said, "I remember the records in the classics were a thousand years ago..."
He suddenly glanced at Sword Douluo and said, "Uncle Jian, you don't think these two little guys can make it to that point, do you?"
"Who can say for sure..."
Sword Douluo was not sure how Ning Rongrong would perform in the end, but he was very confident in Qin Jian...
In the next six months, the environment in the mimicry training ground became increasingly harsh, but Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong still got through hand in hand.
The boundless desert, the scorching sun, and the occasional volcanic eruption, the two people were sweating profusely, fleeing everywhere, and walked through the difficulties.
On the ocean, the wind was howling and the tsunami was rampant. The two people avoided the tsunami on the island, stepped on the raft and rode the wind and waves to reach the other side. There
were huge trees in the forest and strong earthquakes. The two people kept jumping on the messy land and avoiding all cracks.
Mountain floods and snow mountain collapses, they never gave up and always survived again and again.
Even if they were exhausted, even if they were bruised and battered, even if they were in a mess, they could always successfully reach a safe place and reach that warm tent.
What kind of deep tacit understanding and emotion were strengthened by these experiences, neither of them knew at that time...
By the ninth month, most of the groups had been eliminated.
By the tenth month, there were only five or six groups left.
By the twelfth month, only Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong were left in the entire mimicry training ground.
During this period, almost all the high-level members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect were paying attention to them, and ordinary sect members would come to see them from time to time.
Because they all wanted to know how far Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong would go.
When the last day of the one-year period arrived, the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect was boiling, and almost everyone gathered outside the mimicry training ground.
Because this was the first time in a hundred years that a group had achieved this step, they were eager to know whether Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong could pass the last level.
On this day.
The mimicry training ground where the two of them were located expanded to thousands of miles, ranging from endless deserts to lush forests, to high mountains and hills, snow-capped mountains and oceans, and all kinds of landforms were included. From
time to time, extreme natural disasters occurred.
"If the usual disaster level is 1, then the final assessment level is 10..."
Ning Fengzhi's expression was extremely solemn.
Sword Douluo and Gu Rong stood behind him, their eyes fixed on the inside.
"I remember that the sect once had a rule..."
Gu Rong whispered: "If a partner can pass this last level, then they will be partners for life and will not be paired with anyone else."
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "Indeed."
Sword Douluo pointed to the front and said, "Don't talk yet, it's starting inside."
The earthquake did not stop them. The
tsunami did not stop them at all.
In the flood, they laughed and passed by.
In the strong wind, they roared.
As long as they still held hands, it seemed that there was nothing terrible in the world.
The crowd outside was getting more and more excited, because it was already evening, and Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong were only one step away from successfully passing the level.
Only Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo and Gu Rong looked more solemn.
"If the previous ones were 10 in difficulty, then this last one will be 100 in difficulty!"
Ning Fengzhi said solemnly: "Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu, if anything goes wrong, come together to rescue them!"
The two Titled Douluo nodded solemnly...
Finally, what appeared in front of Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong was a snowy mountain thousands of feet high.
They climbed up without hesitation.
However...
when they approached the halfway point of the mountain, an avalanche occurred...
This was the most spectacular avalanche they had ever seen, because the entire mountain was pouring down on them!
"Ah!——"
Under this disaster that covered the sky and the sun, countless people outside exclaimed.
But Qin Jian inside just tightened his little hand and said, "Are you scared?"
Ning Rongrong's little body was trembling, but she still looked up and said to Qin Jian's warm eyes, "Don't be afraid."
"Then let's go together and see what's so great about this xue beng——"
The next moment, the two rushed towards the overwhelming sea of snow...
"Come on!"
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