Douluo: Ning Rongrong cried in the crematorium of chasing her husband

Chapter 3 My name is Ning Ci

After the young man changed his clothes, his stunning appearance was finally slightly concealed.

Wearing a loose black robe, the high brim of the hat completely covered the dark red goat horns, the small purple-black wings, and the flesh-colored heart-shaped tail, all hidden in the loose black robe. Only the parts not covered by the black robe , the little bit of whiteness exposed arouses the imagination of others.

Ning Rongrong was slightly dissatisfied, "Why are you dressed like this? It's like you're shameful."

Miss Yibin smiled coquettishly, and had no choice but to apologize first and then explain: "I'm sorry, it's mainly because this slave's appearance is so outstanding, so I dressed up like this to cover up his features."

"What kind of slave is not a slave? Let me tell you, he is no longer a slave!" Ning Rongrong said angrily, feeling that this Miss Yibin was nothing but someone who dared to look down on others.

"Owner……"

Ning Rongrong suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled, and turned to look at the young man who was wrapped in a black robe.

His face exposed outside the black robe was extremely delicate, but there was an indescribable temptation to it, as if purity and desire were reincarnated into twin sisters, mixed together, pure and lustful.

The young man seemed to think that Ning Rongrong didn't want him anymore, and a fear of confusion about the future suddenly appeared in his eyes. He was not good at words, so he could only look at Ning Rongrong pleadingly, hoping that she would not abandon him.

Ning Rongrong's heart trembled and she wanted to speak, but something seemed to be stuck in her throat and she couldn't make a sound.

Ning Fengzhi was an old man, but he could see the boy's fear, so he said to him: "Don't worry, Rongrong is just joking, you are her slave now, she will not let you go."

After hearing the words, the young man relaxed a little. He loosened his grip on Ning Rongrong's sleeves, but still looked at Ning Rongrong closely. It seemed that only when he heard what she said with his own ears could he truly feel at ease.

Ning Rongrong touched the boy's horn through his hat and comforted him: "Don't worry, I won't abandon you."

The young man was completely relieved now, and gently rubbed his head against Ning Rongrong's delicate little hand, responding to her touch.

Turning around, Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi puzzled.

Ning Fengzhi saw the confusion in her eyes, so he used his soul power to explain: "This young man was just rescued by us, and he is not yet accustomed to his free identity. He is like a bird that has been trapped in a cage for a long time. Cages, on the contrary, cannot survive well.”

"You have to give him some time to adapt to his current status. Otherwise, he will not understand your approach and will feel unnecessary panic."

Ning Rongrong nodded thoughtfully.

What Ning Fengzhi said was very simple. Although this may not be the whole reason, for the timid and weak young man in front of him, no matter what, he still has to be given time to accept his identity change.

The door opened quietly, and a person walked in from the outside.

"Sect Master, it's getting late, it's time to return to the sect."

What walked in was an old man, wearing a snow-white robe, with his silver hair neatly combed behind his back. The skin on his face was as delicate as a baby's, and his appearance was straight and peaceful. Only his two eyebrows were raised diagonally, and he had a kind of say no. The flavor comes out.

What is worth mentioning is that his temperament is hidden and hidden, just like the sword in the sword box. You can only feel the edge when you look at him.

Ning Fengzhi nodded, "Uncle Jian, it's time to go back. Rongrong, take your little slave with you and let's go together."

"Oh?" Uncle Jian looked at the young man wrapped in a black robe and teased Ning Rongrong: "Why does my little princess bring someone back today?"

As he spoke, a wisp of sword energy came out and went straight to the young man's face.

"Grandpa Jian!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed and wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Ning Fengzhi.

"Rong Rong! Don't you still believe Uncle Jian? When has he ever let you down?"

After Ning Rongrong was stopped, she still looked at the boy with a worried expression. She saw the sword energy hitting the boy's face without causing any harm. It just blew a soft wind and blew off the boy's hood. .

Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile and said, "Rongrong, are you so unsure of Grandpa Jian?"

"Grandpa Jian, where can I find it~"

Sword Douluo teased Ning Rongrong, and then looked at the young man's head, taking a closer look at the dark red goat horns on his head, and couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise.

"I've learned a lot. I didn't expect that there is such a type of martial soul mutation. What is this? Goat martial soul mutation?"

The young man was scrutinized by Sword Douluo. Even though he knew that the person in front of him had no ill intentions, he still subconsciously leaned towards Ning Rongrong.

For now, the only person who can bring him the most sense of security is the girl in front of him.If you want to ask why, maybe it’s just because of that kind smile when we first met.

Due to the young man's childhood experience, he naturally has the intuition to distinguish people's good intentions and malice. In his perception, the uncle of the sect leader and Grandpa Jian are both neutral and slightly kind-hearted people.

Such people may help him, or they may not, it's just a decision made in a split second.

Only the girl in the white dress exuded kindness that made the boy seem to be enveloped in warmth, so he lowered his guard in front of her and relied on her subconsciously.

Ning Rongrong realized the boy's fear of strangers and quickly comforted him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Grandpa Jian is not a bad person and will not hurt you."

Uncle Jian glanced at him and said with a smile: "This young man is quite good-looking. Sect Master, are you looking for a playmate for Rongrong?"

Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to say with a little fondness: "This boy was originally a slave at the Tiandou auction house. Rongrong was kind-hearted and saved him." Uncle Jian was stunned, "Rongrong asked you to buy it. ?This little witch..."

"Cough cough!"

Uncle Jian quickly changed his words: "Our little princess is really kind."

Uncle Jian did not forget the purpose of his coming, and urged again: "Sect Master, it's getting late, let's go back first."

"Okay, let's go."

In the carriage, Ning Rongrong and the boy were sitting together, while Ning Fengzhi and Uncle Jian were sitting in another carriage.

The collar on the young man's neck had been taken off, and he took off his hood at the request of his master. He was sitting opposite Ning Rongrong. The carriage was very large, but Ning Rongrong deliberately sat opposite him, so the two of them were next to each other. Very close.

It seemed like it was his first time to be so close to a girl, and the girl was so beautiful. The boy sat in the car with his hands folded, very reserved.

"Well... I asked you what your name was before, but you still didn't tell me."

Ning Rongrong held her chin with one hand and stared at the boy in front of her without turning her eyes. Somehow, she seemed to like looking at this boy.

As long as this boy is around, even if she is busy with something or talking to others, she will not be able to help but glance at him for less than 5 seconds at most.

Now she was alone with the boy. They were in a closed space. Without the interference of Ning Fengzhi and Grandpa Jian, she could stare at the boy.

Her straight eyes made the young man feel embarrassed, but facing the owner who bought him, the young man did not dare to avoid it at all, so he had to look shy and let the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect feast his eyes.

As everyone knows, the way he wants to cover up or half-cover up, especially the pink on his fair cheeks that is as beautiful as his eyes, makes Ning Rongrong want to stop.

"I... I don't have a name..."

The young man struggled for a long time before he hesitated to say such a sentence. It seemed that it took a lot of courage to say this sentence, so that his voice was trembling.

"I'm sorry, master."

The young man lowered his head in shame, not daring to look into Ning Rongrong's eyes.

"Hey, why are you apologizing? This thing is not your fault. Come on, raise your head." Ning Rongrong looked at the young man with pity, urging him to raise his head quickly.

"Really, why is such a pretty face always hidden?"

Ning Rongrong's words made the young man very happy. In his heart, he regarded the girl who bought him and treated him well as a benefactor.

Hearing the benefactor's praise in the young man's ears, the taste in his heart was sweeter than eating candy.

The young man mustered up the courage to raise his head and said weakly: "Actually, I have a name. They all call me Ni, but the name doesn't sound very nice, so I didn't say it just now."

Damn, it's really not a good name.

Ning Rongrong's brows furrowed. The young man observed this keenly, and all the courage he had mustered up suddenly disappeared.

Sure enough, my name is ugly. Does it embarrass my master?

The young man's heart was suddenly filled with regret. If he had known it... he would not have said it out loud. If he was disliked by his master, would he be driven away?If he is driven away, will he be arrested again and sent to the auction house for auction?By then, I'm afraid it may not be able to be bought by such a good owner.

Thinking of the worst possibility, the young man's heart was filled with fear. He absolutely, absolutely could not return to the auction house!You must obtain the master’s forgiveness!
"Sin? This name is really not good. It always reminds people of the word sin." Ning Rongrong chewed it again, frowning deeper, and subconsciously tapping the table in the carriage with her fingers.

It’s over.

Ning Rongrong's actions and words were like a basin of cold water poured directly on the young man's heart, making him feel wet and embarrassed all over.

He will definitely be driven away, right?
The young man just wanted to slap himself hard. Damn, how could he tell his master such an unknown name?
Hehe, even if he was driven away, he deserved it.

The young man closed his eyes, and just like his name, he looked like a sinner waiting for trial. He obediently stretched out his neck, just waiting for the final butcher's knife to come.

It is also like a silent lamb, facing the butcher of fate, having no ability to resist and allowing itself to be slaughtered.

"It doesn't sound good! I've decided that you won't be called by this name in the future. Instead, call me Ning Wangxi... Well, it feels too deliberate, as if you are emphasizing that the past is not good." Ning Rongrong held her chin. , frowning and thinking.

"Yes, let's call it Ning Ci. Ci means farewell, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and it also symbolizes the beauty of the new life in the future! By the way! Ning Ci, let's call it Ning Ci!"

Ning Rongrong had an idea and thought of a name that was very suitable for the boy.

She raised her head with joy and saw the boy's moist eyes.

Between the flashes of tears, the pink and clear eyes lit up, as if a beam of light shone in from the outside, lit up the darkness, and then came out from the inside.

The boy's eyes were shining, with tears stained at the corners, and a smile on his lips.

"My name is Ning Ci."

(End of this chapter)