But these are not important. They are not the main purpose of Lin Hai coming back to see her. After thinking about some words, Lin Hai acted like a weird uncle who seduces a young girl with candy and asked:

"Um, Qirong, I wonder if you want to practice?"

"In no mood!"

Such a neat answer made Lin Hai's smile froze and he asked: "Why?"

"Delaying my chess game!"

"..." That's a hard-core answer, but it doesn't matter. Women, just teach them more. Many little girls don't know anything at the beginning, but after being taught how to drive, they are better than you.

Lin Hai then used his strange uncle-style persuasion:

"Look, don't we have to be together in the future! Because I practice spiritual practice, I won't age within a hundred years. But if I don't practice spiritual practice, the wrinkles on your face may appear in ten or even thirty years.

Just climb out, and then..."

A crisp "pop" sound interrupted Lin Hai. Nan Qirong still pressed one hand on the chessboard, narrowed her eyes with a dangerous meaning, and asked Lin Hai:

"What do you mean?"

"It's boring, it's boring! Hey, what can I mean? I don't think that practicing can make people immortal, so I actively want you to try it too! Oh, which one of us is following the other!"

In desperation, Lin Hai used all the words for chatting and spanking social brothers, but it seemed to have little effect. Nan Qirong's red lips were slightly raised, and she asked with a half-smile:

"Oh, so if one day I grow old, you will dislike me?"

"How can you? Brother... Qirong, you misunderstood me again, didn't you?"

Lin Haisan smirked, and the latter made a sound, holding the smooth chess piece in his delicate fingertips and turning it, and asked a question that touched his soul:

"Then since you don't mind my aging in the future, why should I practice?"

It seems to make sense...

Lin Hai seemed to be stunned by the question. He was stunned and lost in thought. It took him a while to come back to his senses. This seemed to be a proposition...

Nan Qirong looked at the speechless and silent Lin Hai, her red lips pursed quietly, and she stretched out her bare hands in front of him. Lin Hai, who was in confusion, raised his head blankly, looked at the small hand with slender fingers in front of him, and said blankly:

"What?"

Nan Qirong wondered: "Of course it's a secret book of spiritual practice! Is it possible that you still want to dictate it?"

"oh oh!"

Lin Hai then reached out to take out the book in his arms as if he had just woken up from a dream. He realized something was wrong just halfway through taking out the book. When he looked up again and saw the evil smile on Nan Qirong's lips, he immediately understood.

Is this woman kidding me?

Naturally, Mr. Lin couldn't swallow this breath, and he wanted to cause trouble by using his empty hand, but Nan Qirong, who had been on guard for him, had already responded. He raised his bare hand, and the black and white chess piece that had been caught at the fingertips was taken away.

With the sound of wind and thunder, lightning shot towards his face!

Such a close explosion distance and such powerful force made Lin Hai have to withdraw his hand to catch it. He caught it with both hands in the air, and when he spread it out again, a round chess piece jumped out of his palm.

Lin Hai was a little surprised, because in that move just now, Nan Qirong showed a lot of good skills. If the person sitting opposite her just now was a genius, he would have probably been hit. Even if he could take it, he would never be like Lin Hai.

So easy.

"When did you..."

Nan Qirong was quite proud of Lin Hai's surprise. Perhaps in her life, the only two things that she could be proud of were her chess skills and Lin Hai's surprise.

The girl raised her little face slightly, with the unique charm and a hint of savagery unique to a wealthy lady:

"I practice the dragon and tiger stakes you taught me all the time!"

Lin Hai gave a thumbs up sincerely and praised: "Amazing!"

He was a little happy. The person he was looking for had such a talent. How happy would it be to be a couple of gods and gods in the future?

Let me help you!

Lin Haimo used Xuan Gong to lift the sharp sword energy from the Dantian into the meridians, and went back and forth to wear away the sharpness, hoping to get a ray of innate wisdom into Nan Qirong's body to help her step through the innate world.

"Don't move, I'm going to give you a blessing!"

Hearing this, Nan Qirong stared at Lin Hai with her bright eyes. The latter slowly raised his arm and pointed it like a sword, and then... pointed it like a sword again?

The two looked at each other for a long time. Lin Hai did not move except raising his arms. Nan Qirong asked curiously and puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Lin Hai was very embarrassed now. After the sword embryo successively included the two major sword scriptures of Zhuxian and Falling Immortal, the power of the sword became more domineering and fierce, otherwise Yan Chixia would not have said hurtful comments to Tianhe.

With such a powerful sword energy, it is naturally not an easy task to eliminate its sharp edge and restore its original innate spiritual essence.

Lin Hai tried his best for a long time before he succeeded. His face was not clear whether it was for coaxing or embarrassment, but in short he said with a bright red face:

"I'll give you another blessing!"

Then, under Nan Qirong's eyes full of distrust, Lin Hai bent his fingers into swords and slowly touched the center of her eyebrows. His inspiration was like a gurgling stream, seeping into the meridians of Nan Qirong's body.

Lin Hai's fingers were as gentle as when Nan Qirong was here, lightly touching the red mark on his forehead.

...

.....

Early the next morning, Nan Qirong made a rare appearance at the breakfast table. His father, Lin Qinghe, looked at his son for a while and then at Nan Qirong, laughing from time to time.

Listening to the old man's smile, Lin Hai thought for a while that he was possessed by some demon.

Nan Qirong's face turned red as she laughed, and she lowered her head to drink porridge without saying a word. Lin Qinghe gave her some vegetables with a smile, and suddenly asked Lin Hai:

"How is it? When do you plan to do things?"

Lin Hai was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Nan Qirong, who was blushing, and then he reacted and said hesitantly: "This..."

"What is this?"

Lin Qinghe interrupted unceremoniously, with the dignity of a father:

"You are bohemian and can afford to wait, but what about this girl's family? You only have a few years of youth, is it possible that you have wasted it waiting for you? Tell me honestly, do you feel that marriage is a kind of constraint for you? As someone who has been there

Dad, I’m telling you, don’t ever think like this. You see, your dad and I can still go out to play after we get married. What’s the point..."

Lin Qinghe's views on marriage were quite pleasing to the ear at first, but the more he talked about it, the more outrageous it became. Lin Hai subconsciously looked at Nan Qirong, and saw the second Miss Nan put down her bowls and chopsticks with a dull expression, and said softly:

"When you're full, take it easy."

Shi Shiran left like a weak willow supporting the wind.

"Girl, why do you eat so little? Eat more!"

Lin Qinghe did not forget to say hello despite his busy schedule, but was politely declined by the latter with a smile. He shook his head, and then taught his son the experience of having fun even after getting married. As he was talking energetically, he suddenly found Lin Hai tugging.

With his sleeve, he pointed to the place where Nan Qirong had eaten just now.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Qinghe looked back and saw that they were just ordinary dishes and chopsticks, but a little strange. Lin Qinghe looked at them a few more times, suddenly realized something, and his eyes widened.

The pair of bowls and chopsticks that Nan Qirong put down gently were pushed into the red sandalwood table by the force that penetrated them. The sink was half the depth of a bowl. However, when she put it down, the clouds were calm and there was no trace of it.

Movement, what kind of supernatural power is this?

The father and son sat in front of the table where Nan Qirong silently knocked down half of the bowl. They were silent for a long time. The old father Lin Qinghe slowly spoke:

"Well... how about we wait and let you waste a few more days..."
Chapter completed!