Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

The night gradually darkened, and the meager cool wind blew quietly, regardless of Ye Ning's mood. 【 】

This coolness is the wind, and it is Ye Ning's heart.He thought about Rong Qianlin's words over and over again, and became entangled for a while, he didn't even pay attention to when Rong Qianlin left.

For Leng Peiran, the arrival of the envoy from Binglang Palace is definitely a great fairy fate, and even changes his life from then on.But is this change a good thing?From now on, she is no longer her, even if she stands high in the clouds and looks down on all beings indifferently, what's the point?No, no!He must stop her!

Glancing at the attic halfway up the mountain, it was hidden in the mist of the night, like a beast, devouring Ye Ning's heart with big mouthfuls, making him dare not approach.The silence all over the mountain made him hesitate.

A crescent moon rose quietly, Ye Ning's anger gradually extinguished, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly appeared in his heart.He didn't know what to do, as if he was at a loss like a child.In terms of emotions, he has never been good at it. It was the case with the Mu family girl in the past, and it is also the case with Leng Peiran now.

He squatted down in pain, put his head in his hands, and pulled his black hair.

After an unknown amount of time, the night breeze sent a burst of fragrance, which was a little calm and familiar.Ye Ning felt relieved, raised his head, and it was indeed Leng Peiran, standing in front of him with a face full of pity.

"Come—come with me."

Ye Ning was held tightly by her and walked forward in the empty mountain street.

There was no one around, and the night was very quiet.At this moment, it was as if time had suddenly turned back. He was that young and ignorant lonely boy, while she held his hand persistently and led him into a place that could shelter him from wind and rain.Ye Ning's heart was extremely excited. At this moment, he was not a monk who killed the seventh-level Poison Fire Scorpion King alone, nor was he a lone walker who went against the sky. He was just a little lover in her palm.

Not far away, the lights of the attic were faintly visible, and Ye Ning's heart was beating extremely fast. Behind him, two rows of green lotuses were winding in the dark night, scorching like fire.He held Leng Peiran's hand tightly, afraid that she would leave, and also afraid that she would not leave.Leng Peiran shook his hand and gave him a firm smile.

This is the first time Ye Ning walked into Leng Peiran's attic, only saw it, but felt joy in his heart.

The whole body of the attic is made of wood, with stairs, fences, window lattices... a faint woody fragrance constantly overflowing.Raise the bead curtain, it is Leng Peiran's boudoir.It is not as prosperous as imagined, and the simple decoration is very touching.On the windowsill stood a pot of "Conor chrysanthemum", which bloomed just right. The huge flowers looked like a beauty's face.

"Sit down." Leng Peiran smiled gently and made him a cup of spirit tea.

"Xiao Ran, I've heard all about you." After drinking half a cup of tea, Ye Ning finally said, "No matter what you choose, I won't blame you."

Leng Peiran smiled and said, "Fool, how do you want me to choose?"

"Me? I just want you to be yourself, practice happily, and live happily."

"Happy? Happiness?" Leng Peiran repeated a few words, and said, "Watching you fight with Master for me, I was both moved and distressed. At that moment, my eyes were blurred with tears, and I thought, this is mine. Man, the man I Leng Peiran likes! But why do you hesitate? Do you not believe in yourself? Or do you not believe in me? "

"I..." Ye Ning was at a loss for words, he didn't know what he was hesitating for.