"Xiaofeng, what did you say to Master?" Once Ye Xiaofeng and Sword Douluo returned to their room, Qingqing could not help asking.
"Feng'er asked me to look after his future wife," Sword Douluo said with a smile, glancing at Qingqing.
"Master, how can you be so improper at your age?" Qingqing's face flushed crimson, and she did not dare raise her head to look at him.
"If you don't believe me, ask Feng'er. I said it right in front of him," Sword Douluo said, directly shifting the blame onto Ye Xiaofeng.
"Where are you going...?" Qingqing felt that Ye Xiaofeng had been acting increasingly mysterious lately.
"I have something I need to do. You need to stay with Master and cultivate properly," Ye Xiaofeng said solemnly.
"It's dangerous, isn't it?" Qingqing stared blankly at Ye Xiaofeng, her eyes beginning to redden.
"It's not that dangerous. After all, I'm Master's disciple." Ye Xiaofeng glanced at Sword Douluo as though telling him, Old man, at least play along a little. But Sword Douluo made it clear that it had nothing to do with him and that he could not help.
"How long will you be gone? When will you come back?" Qingqing looked into Ye Xiaofeng's eyes, afraid that he would lie to her, afraid that he would abandon her and never return, and even more afraid that his life would be in danger.
"Not long. Once I'm truly able to protect you, I'll come back and marry you," Ye Xiaofeng said, unable to stop himself. He wanted to reassure her, and it was what Qingqing had always been waiting for.
Not caring that Sword Douluo was beside them, Qingqing threw her arms around Ye Xiaofeng and kissed him. Then she softly whispered into his ear.
"If one day I learn that