As a witty and beautiful girl who is familiar with all kinds of novels of men and women, Ning Ning is not stupid, and she immediately understands what Nie Zhi means.
What she is doing now is indeed easy to misunderstand. If she resists, I am afraid it will only get worse.
In the established plot, the original protagonist turned around and left after insulting Pei Ji. The scene was embarrassing, and she did not want to stay any longer, but in order to cut off the unrealistic self-love of the male protagonist, she added a sentence before leaving: "I really I don't like you!"
Pei Ji looked at her expression...
Well, there was no expression on his face, his long and narrow phoenix eyes glanced lightly, his voice was as cold as ice chips, and there were still some murderous embers: "I didn't say you liked it."
Ning Ning choked.
Sir, you are a dog! If you don't choke on this sentence, you will die!
This time, it turned out that she was being self-indulgent.
"And you."
Pei Ji is a hard piece of iron, she won't be stupid enough to kick hard, she turned her eyes to the other two people present: "Don't think wildly!"
Nie Zhi's face was full of "Okay, okay, we all know, the eldest miss just knows how to play", and nodded like a lucky cat's hand: "Yes, yes, absolutely don't think about it."
Ning Ning was almost mad at him.
However, she couldn't argue, she could only grit her teeth to meet Pei Ji's gaze, and read out the last cruel sentence of the vicious female partner in the original book, which the system mandated to say: "We will meet again, just wait and see."
Ning Ning:…
Even she feels that after this set of operations, she has clearly become an arrogant young lady who has a crush on the male protagonist and is embarrassed to express her feelings!
The words "will meet again" are indeed very chilling in the original context, but on her...
Why does it feel like I can't wait to meet my sweetheart again!
Ning Ning was almost suffocated by this oolong torture, and turned away without hesitation, without waving his sleeves and without taking away a cloud, leaving behind three people with different expressions in the disciple's room.
Nie Zhi laughed dryly and glanced at Pei Ji who was in front of him: "It seems that she has a deep-rooted love for you, congratulations."
The little ancestor left, leaving behind Pei Ji, who was like a mad dog. He felt that he was finished.
In the introductory test that year, Pei Ji was just a poor boy with weak spiritual power and demon blood in his body. He had no money, no power, and no power, so he just became a punching bag for him and Shen Anqiao.
This kid is also very powerful. Even if his strength is meager, he will fight desperately every time he is beaten, causing even more violent beatings. No matter how badly injured, he never asked for mercy.
Like a wolf cub who has not yet produced claws, his eyes are scarlet as blood.
Pei Ji's swordsmanship... When did he become so refined
This question came to his mind, and in the night that gradually spread and grew, Nie Zhi heard an inaudible chuckle.
The afterimage of the setting sun and the moonlight interweave, and the chaotic light and shadow flow down like flowing water, outlining the angular silhouette of the young man in front of him.
Pei Jiwu's dark pupils were full of crimson light, and although the corners of his mouth evoked a very subtle arc, his eyes were as cold as a new wind and ice river, without the slightest temperature.
His tone was light, with a hint of laziness and ridicule, and the tears on the bottom of his eyes were like frozen blood, which made Nie Zhi subconsciously chill down his spine: "Draw the sword."
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What happened on the male protagonist's side has nothing to do with Ning Ning at this time.
If he loves the harem, he will accept the harem, and if he wants to enter the secret realm, he will enter the secret realm. She doesn't care at all.
The only thing Ningning cares about is that she can finally walk on the ground again! And not only walking, but even Yujian Feitian is simple!
She was tortured by illness in her last life, and when she was seriously ill, there was only one breath left, and she didn't even have the strength to get out of bed, so she could only lie down quietly and wait to die.
Thinking about it carefully, she hadn't walked freely for a long time.
Very super happy now!
Ning Ning almost trotted away from the disciple's room, came to the open area on the hill, and pinched a trick with one hand from memory.
With a flash of sword light around his waist, the long sword was unsheathed and stretched across the air.
This sword is called "Star Mark". The body of the sword is slender and thin, as light as a swallow, showing a faint cold light under the moonlight.
The hilt of the sword is adorned with several small and exquisite broad-cold secluded beads, which are full of aura.
The original owner cherished this sword very much, or in other words, in the eyes of every sword cultivator, his saber was an unparalleled treasure.
People are in the sword, only the sword is only me.
No matter whether it is splitting mountains and rivers, shattering the earth and breaking the sky, stepping all over the Profound Realm of the Heavens, and doing everything outside the body, there is only one person and one sword.
What do you want money for? A sword will do; what do you want a name for? A sword is enough; what do you want a wife to do? Just have a sword.
In other words, Jian, is their wife.
—Her wife is too pretty! Don't worry, baby Xinghen, your mother will buy you the best-looking clothes and make you the most beautiful cub in the whole division!
Ning Ning vowed to make up his mind, stepped on the sword body unskillfully, and with a weak sword sound, the imperial energy rose to the sky.
The setting sun was swallowed up by the night, leaving a round of the moon in the sky. The thin clouds are like cotton wool soaked in ink, softly cruising on the pitch-black dome, unable to hide the thick moonlight.
Ning Ning looked down, unable to help but be dumbfounded.
The Xuanxu Sword Sect where she belongs was built in the Kunwu Mountains and is one of the seven great caves with rich spiritual energy.
In the center, the main peak of Taixuan rises from the ground. The four branches of Lingxiao, Kaiyang, Yuheng, and Tianhe are listed nearby.
The weather between the towering peaks is uneven, the wind and smoke are entangled with each other, and the white mist in the mountains is like a shroud, like a light gauze shrouding it.
If you look closely, you can see the buildings dotted all over the place. The sword-casting platform, sword array, star-gazing platform and the school palace are brightly lit, and the surrounding ladders and stone stacks are hooked together.
It's a really beautiful sight.
So Ning Ning swore that she definitely didn't mean to make her stomach growl.
Ning Ning finally came to the dining hall after his empty stomach expressed dissatisfaction for the third time.
In order to find fault with Pei Ji, the original owner actually missed the dinner time stipulated by the sect. Ning Ning thought very hopelessly, she is obviously hurting the enemy eight hundred and losing one thousand, so why is it important to eat for revenge
The stock in the dining hall was as empty as her stomach, probably because the little girl was really pitiful, the nun who was cooking took out a dead skinned goose from the kitchen cabinet.
Then, with a twist of both hands, the goose was directly divided into two from the center, and one of them was handed to Ning Ning.
True Crispy Goose disintegrated.
But why are your movements so skilled
"Since this month, you have been the seventh disciple who came to ask for food. There are not many stocks in stock now, little Taoist friend, you can save some food."
The female cultivator ripped the geese to close the cabinet in one go, and used a very skilled tone: "There is still hope in life, don't let it go because you don't have money for a while. As long as life is still alive, those things outside your body will come sooner or later."
Ningning:
Wait, did you misunderstand something? And why is she the seventh person to beg for dinner, do people in this sect have a habit of being late for dinner? And what does this have to do with money, no one really can’t afford to eat, no, no, no
Ning Ning was full of doubts, and said, "The seventh?"
The female cultivator sighed quietly: "In the past, there were more. What kind of sect is our sect, don't you know that little fellow Daoist?"... She really doesn't understand!
The female cultivator didn't say anything clear in the end, and Ning Ning carried the goose back to her small courtyard in confusion.
Unexpectedly, the original owner's room looked very refreshing, and there was no gold, silver and bronze utensils that could blind people's eyes.
Naturally, there will be no boilers for cooking, and there is no way to find firewood for barbecues. Ning Ning looked up and down the room with some distress, and his eyes finally stayed on the alchemy stove in the corner.
Isn't that what it is!
The Dan stove is guided by aura, and it can ignite the fire without firewood. In addition, its size is similar to that of a pressure cooker. It is the perfect utensil for roasting goose. She is really a clever ghost.
- Of course, the above behavior is extremely dangerous, what a pressure cooker or a clever ghost, it's all her nonsense.
If the ancestors of the Xuanxu School knew that someone was roasting a goose with a furnace, they might be so angry that they descended from the fairy world directly, and they would have more energy than the seven fairies looking for Dong Yong.
Putting the goose into the elixir furnace, and then using the spiritual energy to control the fire, Ning Ning thought with a cold sense of humor while waiting for the meat to be cooked:
She was the seventh person to ask for goose meat from the kitchen, so according to the order, she was a proper "Taste Goose No. 7", wow, this is very comfortable.
It's also good to call it Fairy Tasting Goose.
The only thing I can't figure out is... What did the nun's words mean
She didn't have time to come up with an answer to that question.
What came before the answer was a deafening explosion that was so close.
The raging heat wave came, but fortunately, Ning Ning still had the self-defense instinct in his body, so he immediately pinched his tactics to protect him. Although he was forced to take a few steps back by the heat wave, he was not seriously injured.
Dust and ashes floated in front of her eyes, and through her blurred vision, she could barely see the inside of the house.
The desk was blown off with two legs, and the body was disabled and fell to the side; the white walls seemed to be sent to Africa for a vacation, and it was all black; as for the oven where she roasted goose—
Pill furnace could not bear the shame and died in the post. In order to defend his dignity as a furnace, it exploded with great honor.
Isn't it just to let you roast a goose, as for it
The hunger in his stomach poked his nerves from time to time, Ning Ning didn't care too much, held his breath and took a few steps forward.
The Dan furnace has become a messy fragment, and the light smoke mixed with black air lingers around, and her roast goose is lying on the ground quietly.
The dark complexion, like the blooming flowers in Ethiopia, would rather be called the second generation of Bao Zheng.
She finally understood.
She can't become a goose fairy, at most she can become a goose fairy.
The smoky scene hadn't subsided. Just as Ningning picked up her Ethiopian flowers and held them in her hands, she heard a soft knock on the door: "Little Senior Sister?"
[Ding, mission released! ]
[Outside the door is Lin Xun, the new apprentice of Tian Xianzi. As a senior sister, you have always envied him for stealing your master's favor, and you want to take revenge. ]
[Please open the door for him, and follow the original plot to seduce! ]
Ningning:
With her disheveled hair and gray face, she still wants to seduce people? It's almost the same as a ghost in a horror movie.
The sound of the system echoed in her ears, she remembered the character Lin Xun.
The little prince of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, the much-anticipated kendo genius. Since he grew up in the palace and rarely communicated with outsiders, he gradually developed a character of being shy and introverted, and blushing when he touched a woman.
referred to as social fear.
After he worshipped Tian Xianzi, he took away the identity of the original owner's youngest apprentice. In addition, his sword intent was sharp and his cultivation speed was fast, which made her feel jealous.
Lin Xun was born with dignity, and the original owner naturally would not bully him outright, but adopted another implicit method - seduction.
Her original intention was to deceive Lin Xun's trust, and then slowly squeeze his use value, making him a tool for her use. Unexpectedly, this little boy was naturally afraid of women. The closer the original owner was, the more he resisted.
Tonight was the first time the two of them faced each other head-to-head.
Ning Ning calmed down temporarily and replied in a low voice, "Come in."
So when Lin Xun opened the door and entered, what he saw was the following picture-
The whole room seemed to be set on fire after being robbed and robbed. Just in case, there was an earth-shattering explosion. As the smoke rose, the tip of his little sister's nose was stained with light gray and black, and the dark unknown object in her hand glowed with a strange light.
Lin Xun was really taken aback: "Little Senior Sister, are you alright?"
"It's okay." Ning Ning gave him a consoling smile and waved the unknown object in his hand, "I'm roasting goose."
Lin Xun was stunned again, and looked at the thing with a complicated expression.
This thing... I'm afraid that if you take this to a fight, the zombies will be regarded as black donkey hooves.
But that's not the point of greatest concern.
The handsome young man of Zhilan Yushu frowned slightly, and set his eyes on the broken corpse of the furnace, his voice unconsciously hoarse: "Little Senior Sister, is this your pill furnace?"
"Yeah." Ning Ning didn't understand why his reaction was so intense, so he raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, "Do you know where I can buy a new one?"
The atmosphere was eerily silent for a while.
When the younger brother's clear voice sounded again, it was like a death knell in hell.
"But... Little Senior Sister, don't you still owe a lot of foreign debts?"
Ningning: Pupil earthquake.
Seeing her expression of disbelief, Lin Xun lowered his head to avoid Ning Ning's gaze, and continued to whisper: "Master told me that you owe a lot of money for forging star marks, and it has not been repaid yet. This furnace The tripod is 10,000 spirit stones, the compensation for damage to the residence is 5,000 spirit stones, and your sandalwood incense table is—”
"and many more!"
Ning Ning couldn't bear the amount of information for a while: "Aren't these pieces of furniture mass-produced cheap goods?"
Lin Xun was a little afraid of her, and clenched his cuffs: "It's the little sister who said that she likes sandalwood incense, and the best one should be used in alchemy."
"Then what about my family? Isn't my family rich?"
"Master forbids the disciple to squander his family wealth."
Ning Ning was startled, resisting the desire to vomit blood and finally asked him: "Shouldn't the teacher pay for the exercise?"
"Sister, please wake up."
Lin Xun was a little anxious: "We are Jian Xiu, we have no money!"
A word to wake up the dreamer.
Ning Ning was enlightened.
Oh yes.
She is Jianxiu.
What is the sword repair in the eyes of the general public? Aloof and indifferent, decisive in killing, and broken with a single sword.
What is the real sword repair? Straight guy, one-strand, violent maniac.
Most importantly, they are poor.
Of all the sects, Jianxiu always holds the best and most windy swords and uses the sharpest swordsmanship, but his clothes are always the cheapest.
There is no other reason, the money is all spent on the wife.
Not to mention the huge expenditure on the sword box and sword ornaments, just looking at the cost of repairing and maintaining the sword is enough to eat up the private money of a large group of people.
For a sword cultivator, the blood can flow from the head, and it is absolutely impossible to make his sword suffer.
In order to save money and raise swords, it is common for people to not eat or drink without food, and it is not uncommon for them to learn sewing and street art by themselves.
What impressed Ning Ning the most was a senior brother surnamed He in the original book.
It is rumored that he went to Hualou to compete for the top card in order to save money. After being discovered to be a sword cultivator, he also brazenly lied that he was a disciple of Wan Jianzong, and was finally exposed by Wan Jianzong on the spot.
-Wan Jianzong is the second largest sect of kendo, and its relationship with Xuanxu Jian sect is similar to that of Tsinghua University and Peking University.
She finally knew what the nun in the dining hall meant.
At the same time, I understand that they will see each other frequently in the future.
Come and show her, who can't afford food all day long? Oh, it was herself!
This really is a horror movie!
Between the two phases of silence, a paragraph of text appeared in my mind at the right time. It was the original paragraph that the system called up in order for her to successfully complete the task.
I saw six big characters in the title: Ning Ning lured Lin Xun at night.
[The moon is sinking in the west, and the front door is like stagnant water and empty, shadowy shadows.
Ning Ning smiled softly, slender fingers brushed against Lin Xun's shirt, causing the boy's back to stiffen and his ears flushed red.
The shadow of the moon swirled, wetting the girl's soft cherry lips. She opened her mouth softly, sighing like blue: "The moon is beautiful tonight, senior sister is in a very good mood. How about we go out to enjoy the moon together?"]
Enjoy the moon.
From now on, she will taste geese every day and admire the moon.
The moon is sinking in the west, and the front door is like water and clear, shadowy shadows.
Ning Ning smiled softly, slender fingers brushed the body of the Star Mark Sword, her wife's back was straight at all times.
The hand that touched the sword trembled slightly.
She opened her mouth gently in the dark air, and the fragrance of roast goose remained on her fingertips: "Wife, I don't have the money to buy you new clothes. Forgive my useless mother."
Lin Xun looked at the scene in front of him and felt horrified.
He didn't understand why the little sister asked those questions she knew well, and he didn't understand why Ning Ning called Xinghen a lady, but she claimed to be its mother.
He only knew that the little sister seemed to be not quite right.
In ancient times, there was Fan Jin Zhongju, and now there is Ning Ning's fried tripod.
Until a long time later, Lin Xun could still recall the fear of being dominated that night.
The little sister slowly approached him and put one hand on his shoulder.
Her tone was like madness, she couldn't tell whether she was smiling or crying, her voice was erratic like a ghost in the mountains, and it was a perfect match with those slightly red almond eyes:
"The moonlight is good tonight, senior sister is in a good mood, or..."
"Let's go out to admire the moon, how about it, haha."
The last "haha" is the most quintessential. It vividly interprets what is called "happy scene lining grief".
Lin Xun was scared to death.
He thought that Senior Brother He selling himself and raising swords was the best of the sword sect, but he didn't expect Senior Sister Ningning to be more sick than him.
The little prince of the Dragon Palace took a step back with a pale face, trembling all over.
Help help! Sister Ning Ning, she—
She is mad by herself!
The place where the body was touched seemed to be hot, causing Lin Xun to feel uncomfortable. He subconsciously wanted to break free from her hand.
Yes, but.
The little sister is really pitiful.
She is already so abnormally poor, if she refuses the invitation, the other party will definitely be more sad.
So Xiao Bailong endured the pain, his voice was low and vague, trembling uncontrollably: "Little Senior Sister, don't be sad, I... I'll accompany you to see the moon."