Chapter 3737 3536: Bring me the hairpin

To go or not to go?

This is a problem.

Ning Cheng hesitated in place for three seconds, brainstorming in his mind.

Weigh the pros and cons and think about all the problems that may occur if you go.

"What are you doing so stupidly?"

The empress's voice sounded from not far away.

The empress walked up to Ning Cheng and asked with a hint of teasing: "Will this emperor eat you again? Let's go."

Ning Cheng nodded subconsciously, gritting his teeth inwardly. Anyway, this is for cultivation, and everything is for progress.

I really don't have any selfish intentions at all.

Heaven and earth can be used as lessons!

Immediately afterwards, Ning Cheng followed the empress out of the hall like a puppet on strings, entering a mysterious realm that no one had ever dared to enter.

Ning Cheng had already been to this place once, but he still felt uneasy.

The empress's boudoir has not changed. It is cold and quiet, and filled with a faint fragrance. If you take a good sniff, you will wake up a little.

Ning Cheng frantically told himself to calm down!

"Sit down."

The empress sat in front of the bed, crossed her legs and looked up at the dull Ning Cheng and asked coldly: "Do you want me to look up to you?"

"oh oh."

Ning Cheng nodded and was about to walk to the bed, but saw the empress frowning, "Who asked you to come here? Isn't there a chair somewhere?"

Ning Cheng followed the direction pointed by the empress, and there was indeed a chair. He walked quickly towards it as a reflex, and Ning Cheng only breathed a sigh of relief after sitting down.

Maybe I thought too much, the empress didn’t mean that at all!

At the edge of the empress's bed, she clenched the quilt cover tightly, then gently loosened it: "What do you want to know?"

Ning Cheng coughed, feeling uncomfortable in the Empress' boudoir, but he couldn't show it. After regaining his composure, he said, "Your Majesty, I think..."

Ning Cheng told the empress about his recent confusion in cultivation.

After Ning Cheng finished speaking, the empress stood up and walked to Ning Cheng, looking at Ning Cheng from top to bottom.

"Your cultivation speed is a bit too fast." The Empress said; "And you are still cultivating Ten Thousand Dao. This emperor has never heard of this cultivation method in the wilderness, so I may not be able to give you much constructive advice.

Opinion."

"However, if according to what you said, it takes a lot of resources and energy to break through the eighth peak, then again, you can use the Shura stones in the Shura field at will."

The empress was as generous as usual, and Ning Cheng felt a little embarrassed.

"However." The empress stared at Ning Cheng, with an undetectable smile on her lips: "Everything has a price, you should know that there is no such thing as a free lunch."

Coming!

Sure enough, he still came.

Ning Cheng's breathing became heavier, and he knew that the empress would not let him go so easily.

If the empress really makes excessive and unreasonable demands, how should I deal with it?

Ning Cheng raised his head and looked at the stunningly beautiful Empress. Her skin was as white as a newborn, her features revealed a noble and cool temperament, and her head was always proud. There should be nothing in the world that could make the Empress lower her head.

Except Ning Zun.

Ning Cheng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Empress, please give your orders. As long as Ning can complete it, I will try my best to complete it."

Except not sacrificing your own color!

Ning Cheng thought to himself.

To Ning Cheng's surprise.

The empress didn't say anything else. Instead, a wooden hairpin appeared in front of his eyes. The wooden hairpin that Ning Zun once gave to the empress!

"Help me, take it with you."

The words of the empress cannot be doubted.

Ning Cheng looked at the wooden hairpin and hesitated before taking it without asking any more questions.

"How to bring it?" Ning Cheng asked.

"Why are you so stupid?" The empress glared at Ning Cheng and said helplessly: "Come here."

The empress got up and came to a dressing table. After sitting down, she lifted up her silky black hair to reveal her snow-white neck, and wrapped her delicate hands around her hair several times to form a free and easy ball.

"Hold it for me, you should be able to do this, right?" The empress glanced at Ning Cheng in the mirror.

"You should understand." Ning Cheng has never styled girls' hair. Very few people in the secular world use this kind of tool. Except for some people who like ancient styles, the rest basically use various rubber bands and hairbands.

However, this request was not too much. Ning Cheng clumsily helped the empress to tie up her hair. Although a few strands of hair fell down on her shoulders in the process, the empress inadvertently looked back, and the two eyes intertwined.

The most romantic atmosphere in the world is when a man and a woman live together in the same room. Unfortunately, in Ning Cheng's eyes, this is not a waste, but a torment!

The empress liked Ning Zun, but he just saw the shadow of Ning Zun in himself.

Besides, Ning Cheng was not a stallion either. He took the initiative to take two steps back, coughed and said, "Your Majesty, it's okay."

The change of title made the empress understand that Ning Cheng wanted to keep distance from her.

How could the proud empress give Ning Cheng any chance to refuse?

"Huh, that's it for today. I've basically answered your questions clearly. Let's go back."

After the empress finished speaking, she left her boudoir without looking back.

Ning Cheng froze on the spot, was he disliked by the empress?

But this is fine, keep this communication distance, and if you are disliked, you will be disliked. It is like being tricked into going to bed.

Ning Cheng left the boudoir with complicated thoughts. The empress had disappeared. Ning Cheng returned to the Shura Field and was planning to continue practicing.

A figure couldn't help but appear in his mind, it was the empress wearing a hairpin and her bright eyes staring at him.

"I'm going!"

Ning Cheng opened his eyes suddenly, and cold sweat suddenly broke down on his back. He breathed heavily, trying to control his disordered heart rate.

"It's not like Ning Zun's memory remains, so he is reluctant to part with the empress."

Ning Cheng frowned slightly, this feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

I only have respect and admiration for the empress, and I must not have any other emotions.

Otherwise Xiaoxia’s sickle

"call."

Ning Cheng exhaled a deep breath and secretly warned himself that once his cultivation reached the peak of the late eighth level of chaos, he would leave the Shura world as soon as possible.

To avoid long nights and too many dreams.

But then I thought about it, why is this idea so scumbag?

Why do I feel so guilty when I obviously didn't do anything?

"Why"

For a moment, Ning Cheng couldn't find the answer, and his heart was confused.

The feeling of confusion and numbness made him very uncomfortable. He could only close his eyes to stabilize his state of mind and continue to try the rhythm of cultivation.

Don't think too much at this time.

The empress sat on the throne, the wooden hairpin that Ning Cheng had pinned for her was quietly placed in her hair. The empress lightly touched the hairpin, and a rosy glow appeared on her fair and delicate face again.

"This is the hairpin he put on for me with his own hands."
Chapter completed!