Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 118 Ning Rongrong finally meets Li Zhexian, unable to control her feelings, her heart in turmoil.
Ning Rongrong was getting anxious.

Xiao Wu chuckled as she looked at her.

"Rongrong, you're a little short-tempered."

Listen to this.

Ning Rongrong was stunned at first, then a hint of unease flashed across her pretty face.

yes……

I was indeed too hasty.

This urgency is evident.

Really...

Are they all blessings for Zhu Qing?
Ask yourself!

Of course, she hopes her best friend finds a good match!

But every time I see Zhu Qing looking happy because of the person she loves.

In a long-forgotten corner of her heart, there always lingers a dull ache.

It brought to mind her own regrettable past relationship.

What girl is not pregnant?
Seeing that her sisters had found enviable partners.

That hidden self-pity began to grow uncontrollably.

This is the thought.

Ning Rongrong was suddenly startled.

Could it be that I am jealous of Zhu Qing?
even……

Am I planning to deliberately belittle Jianjiu when I see him later?
This thought sent a chill down Ning Rongrong's spine.

She cursed herself inwardly for becoming so vicious.

She kept a straight face, looked at Xiao Wu, and said seriously:
"Xiao Wu, when we meet Jian Jiu later, whether he's as outstanding as the rumors say or not, we have to praise him properly!"

Xiao Wu tilted her head and asked curiously:

"Of course!"

"But Jianjiu doesn't need our praise."

"I've heard too much about Jianjiu's deeds these past few days; he must be a formidable person."

"Oh……"

Ning Rongrong responded sullenly.

Just now.

Xiao Wu suddenly grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm, pointed to the long street at the other end of the arched bridge, and excitedly shouted:
"Hey, Rongrong, look!"

"Is that Zhu Qing and Jian Jiu?!"

"Um?!"

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly looked in the direction Xiao Wu was pointing.

really.

At the end of the long street as the streetlights begin to illuminate the night.

A young couple strolled towards the bridge.

They were too familiar with Zhu Zhuqing.

Even though we are still far apart.

I recognized it at a glance.

Beside Zhu Zhuqing was a white-clad figure whose outline was defined by the lamplight.

It was undoubtedly that sword wine.

It's still a long way off.

The face is blurry.

But Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu's curiosity and anticipation have been ignited.

"here!"

Ning Rongrong waved vigorously in that direction.

The figure drew closer.

Her face remained obscured.

However, his figure and clothing gradually became clearer.

Ning Rongrong still had a smile on her face.

however.

The moment that white dress came into view.

Her heart skipped a beat.

His breathing became disordered.

"It... seems like..."

Since leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...

Or.

Since parting ways with that boy in white.

She had never experienced such intense emotional fluctuations before.

Ning Rongrong's heart pounded faster and faster, drumming against her chest.

in mind.

That handsome face, which I thought had long since faded, was now slowly becoming clearer.

Ning Rongrong's gaze became dazed.

But she still didn't think much of it.

I just thought that white clothes really suit a young man's spirit.

A sense of nostalgia has unknowingly begun to grow.

"I wonder how my immortal brother is doing these days..."

The two people are getting closer and closer.

Ning Rongrong's breathing became increasingly rapid.

The sound of my heart pounding was so loud it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

so similar!
Even their walking postures are so similar!

Just as her mind was wavering.

Zhu Zhuqing and the figure in white stepped onto the Jinxi Bridge.

The moon lamps carved with soul guides on the bridge glowed faintly.

The river lanterns floating on the water under the bridge shone brightly.

Rippling water.

The halo rose from bottom to top.

It illuminated the faces of pedestrians on the bridge.

-

When that handsome face, which had been separated for so long but now exuded a more carefree air, came into view.

Ning Rongrong's mind went blank for a moment, as if a thunderbolt had struck.

The color drained from her face.

All the sounds around...

Xiao Wu's cheers, the flowing river, and the noise of the pedestrians all disappeared.

All I could hear was a buzzing sound.

“A banished…a banished immortal…brother…”

Zhu Zhuqing's beloved was Li Zhexian.

The renowned swordsman and wine master of Tian Dou City is Li Zhe Xian.

The monstrous genius who crippled Ma Hongjun was Li Zhexian.

These three thoughts echoed repeatedly in Ning Rongrong's blank mind.

"Heh, this Jianjiu is quite handsome."

Xiao Wu said with a smile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ning Rongrong, whose gaze was fixed and whose face was pale.

"Rongrong, what's wrong with you?"

There was no response to the first call.

Xiao Wu raised her voice and grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm, only to find it was ice-cold to the touch.

"Rongrong! What's wrong with you?!"

"No...it's okay."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, her hair covering most of her face.

Her red lips were slightly parted.

Every breath was unusually rapid.

She wanted to calm her thoughts, which were like a landslide and a tsunami.

at last.

Ning Rongrong looked up again.

He tried to meet the white-clad youth's gaze with calm eyes.

however……

When my gaze fell upon that white robe and that familiar face, my eyes trembled uncontrollably.

We're almost there.

The two walked down the Jinxi Bridge.

Ning Rongrong could see the shy and happy blush on Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks, as well as the relaxed and joyful feeling emanating from the white-robed boy's brows.

Ning Rongrong didn't know why either.

My vision suddenly blurred.

them……

They look so well-matched.

Shoulder to shoulder, their hair intertwined, every step they took was perfectly synchronized.

The young man stood tall and straight like a bamboo, his white shirt fluttering in the wind. His unrestrained and elegant demeanor was something that no one else could imitate.

Zhu Zhuqing is especially beautiful today.

She was wearing a dress that she had carefully chosen.

The shimmering, multicolored gemstone earrings on her earlobes are something she herself rarely wears.

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, leaving a clear mark.

"Zhuqing, you've finally arrived!"

Xiao Wu skipped a few steps forward, first scolding Zhu Zhuqing, then looking at Li Zhexian with curiosity.

Zhu Zhuqing was just about to introduce her two best friends.

But then he noticed that Ning Rongrong's expression wasn't very good.

"Rongrong, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No...no...no..."

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled.

Even she herself felt like a stranger.

She turned her head to the side.

I didn't look at that familiar yet unfamiliar boy in white.

But her peripheral vision kept turning toward him.

"You...you...aren't you also unsettled...?"

Ning Rongrong was thinking to herself, but she caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye.

The smile on the white-clad youth's face remained warm and unwavering.

This calm made her feel suffocated and her mind in turmoil.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong with worry and doubt.

But then I remembered something important.

I had no choice but to suppress my emotions.

She turned slightly to the side.

She gently guided the white-clad boy beside her with her slender hand, her gentle voice carrying a hint of shyness.

"Rongrong, Xiaowu, let me introduce you."

"He is Jianjiu, and his name is Li Zhexian."

Li Zhexian's gaze swept calmly over Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, and he smiled:
"Hello."

"Hello, Li Zhexian, my name is Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu replied with a smile.

then.

There was no sound.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong, who was hanging her head, with a puzzled expression.

"Rongrong..."

Xiao Wu nudged her.

"You've been wanting to see Jianjiu, haven't you? Why don't you say hello to him?"

Ning Rongrong trembled almost imperceptibly, slowly raised her beautiful eyes, remained silent for a long time, and whispered.
"You... hello..."

(End of this chapter)