Transmigrating into a short-lived cannon fodder, she beat the son of destiny to pieces

Sui Ning did not answer yes or no, but her reaction told Duan Xiuran the whole answer.

Although he didn't know what happened between her and Liu Tingfeng.

But after hearing this answer, Duan Xiu Ran's mood still fell uncontrollably, as if something was blocking his chest, making him feel stuffy.

Neither of them spoke anymore.

Sui Ning and Liu Liu enjoyed eating the grilled fish in their hands.

Duan Xiuran was absentmindedly scratching the roasted fish beside him with a dagger, his eyes looking a little empty.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the occasional click of firewood burning out.

After a while, Sui Ning smelled a strong smell of blood.

She frowned slightly, twitched her nose, and looked towards where Duan Xiuran was.

I saw him cutting fish meat, but somehow he cut his finger, and scarlet blood was dripping down the knife edge.

But the other party seemed to be completely unaware, his eyes were blank and there was no extra expression on his face.

"Duan Xiuran."

The other party didn't respond.

"Duan Xiuran!"

Duan Xiuran came back to his senses when he heard a familiar exclamation.

When he felt the stinging pain in his fingers, he realized that his fingers had been injured at some point.

He raised his head and was about to say something when he saw Sui Ning's face suddenly approaching.

But the woman in front of him who had stirred up all his thoughts and thoughts did not seem happy at the moment, and her brows, like the mist on the distant mountains, were slightly frowned.

Sui Ning took his hand and said with a hint of displeasure in her tone, "What are you thinking about? Your hand is injured and you don't feel it?"

As she spoke, she had already taken out a red handkerchief from her bosom and wrapped it around his injured finger.

Although Sui Ning's tone was cold and seemed to be blaming him, Duan Xiu Ran somehow sensed a hint of concern in it.

Is she caring about him?

It must be an illusion...

Duan Xiu Ran stared blankly at Sui Ning bandaging his wound. A few strands of her silky black hair fell on his wrist, swaying back and forth, causing a slight itch.

Because the two of them were very close, he could also smell Sui Ning's faint body fragrance, which was as fresh and cool as green bamboo in the snow.

Before I knew it, my breath was filled with her scent.

Duan Xiu Ran's heart was beating like thunder, his fingers were slightly bent, and a warm current seemed to flow through his chest. His mouth asked the doubts in his heart before his brain could.

"Is Your Highness so kind to everyone?"

To Liu Tingfeng, her male favorites, and other handsome young men.

Are they all the same?

After asking the question, he couldn't help but hold his breath, looking seriously into Sui Ning's eyes, waiting for the answer.

Sui Ning tied her handkerchief into an exquisite bow and asked with a smile, "Do I look like a pushover?"

Duan Xiuran was stunned by the question, but soon nodded seriously and said, "Your Highness is fine."

Whether in his dreams or in the interactions he has with her now, she is a very good person.

Not perfect but good.

At least that's what he thought.

It was originally just a joking remark, but she didn't expect to get such a positive answer. Sui Ning felt a little embarrassed.

"The Nether Forest is full of hidden dangers. It's too dangerous for you to stay and train alone. Why don't you follow me?"

Although Duan Xiu Ran didn't say how he fell off the cliff, Sui Ning could guess one or two reasons.

As the son of destiny, Liu Tingfeng is a mobile treasure-hunting tool. Wherever he is, there are bound to be treasures from heaven and earth.

Improving your cultivation level is just a matter of minutes.

But who would have thought that Duan Xiu Ran actually refused.

Not only was Liuliu stunned, Sui Ning was also stunned for a moment, but he soon understood the reason.

She forgot.

In this small world, Duan Xiu Ran is a ruthless cultivator, and he has his own way of practicing.

People who practice the ruthless way are destined to lose all seven emotions, have few desires, and be insensitive to sorrow and joy throughout their lives. How could he still follow her like before?

If she lets him continue to follow her, it will only harm him.

After realizing this, Sui Ning didn't say anything more to Duan Xiu Ran.

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

After a hearty meal, Sui Ning took the lead in saying goodbye to Duan Xiu Ran.

Duan Xiuran felt it was a little sudden and murmured, "Your Highness, are you leaving now?"

Did he just say the wrong thing?

He can feel it.

Although Sui Ning's eyes were still as gentle as when they first met, he felt alienated from Sui Ning in just a moment.

This realization made his heart ache involuntarily.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He just felt that even breathing was painful at this moment.

And the reality was exactly what he thought.

Sui Ning came and left in a hurry. After saying goodbye to him briefly, she flew away with Liu Liu.

Only Duan Xiu Ran was left sitting alone by the campfire, looking at the bow handkerchief on his fingers, lost in thought.

for a long time.

Duan Xiu Ran slowly stood up, and then, as if he had made up his mind, he took off the handkerchief wrapped around his hand.

The wound on the finger was exposed in a hideous manner, but fortunately the wound had stopped bleeding.

The handkerchief seemed to still retain the warmth of Sui Ning's fingertips and the faint fragrance of her body.

He held her hand gently, as if reluctant, yet also struggling, the expression on his handsome face was very complicated.

At this time, the evening breeze blew by, and the handkerchief in his hand flew up to the horizon.

Duan Xiu Ran subconsciously stood up and tried to chase after him, but soon stopped again.

That's fine too.

God has already made the decision for him, and he shouldn't be distracted by it anymore.

Thinking of this, he became ruthless and immediately summoned the Yuqi Immortal Sword and left in the opposite direction of Sui Ning.

I just don’t know how long it took.

The familiar figure appeared by the pond again. His steps were a little unsteady and his face was no longer calm and composed.

Duan Xiuran, like a madman, held the night pearl and searched inch by inch on the grass for the red handkerchief that was blown away by the wind.

The wound on the finger opened again due to groping and rubbing on the ground.

The flesh and blood from the wound were rolled out, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, but Duan Xiu Ran seemed unaware.

Where?

Where is it?

He searched without knowing the pain or tiredness. The mud and dust had already stained his white clothes so much that it looked like a different color.

Yes.

He regretted it.

After he left, his mind kept recalling every detail of his time with Sui Ning.

He couldn't deceive his own heart. He couldn't forget that dream, nor could he forget her.

Especially the red handkerchief, which kept lingering in his mind.

He was ultimately defeated.

But he admitted...

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Xiuran finally found the red handkerchief in the bushes a mile away.

He picked up the handkerchief and placed it carefully against his cheek, feeling it.

It was not until he smelled the familiar fragrance on the handkerchief again that a smile that had been lost appeared on his slightly embarrassed face.

Afterwards, he took the handkerchief to the pond and washed it carefully, then used his spiritual power to dry it and placed it neatly on his chest.

Then he stepped on the sword and flew resolutely in the direction where Sui Ning had left.