Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious.

In other rooms.

Listening to Ning Rongrong's cries, the ups and downs, from the full of energy and arrogance at the beginning, to the sobbing-like pleading later.

Xue Ke, who was originally drowsy, lay on the bed with a red face. It was hard to imagine how Ning Rongrong dared to provoke Ye Qiu.

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to calm down and sleep, but the moving music kept lingering in her ears. Her beautiful face was dizzy, and she couldn't help but imagine the beautiful scene she had seen in Ye Qiu's mind.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately stood up, sat cross-legged, and began to enter deep meditation.

Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu are not much better off. Having experienced it, they naturally understand the ups and downs of it.

But Xiao Lan was still confused and hadn't even recovered from being kissed twice by Ye Qiu in the spotlight during the day. She lay on the bed, tilted her head, and her face was full of curiosity.

"Sister Rongrong, what's wrong? She used to teach Xiaolan and it was very comfortable."

In a dark room.

The flame of the flaming red dragon, phoenix and mandarin duck candles kept dancing, and the melted wax dripped down the candle like tears.

Ye Qiu was only in Ning Rongrong's small room for one day, and Ning Rongrong lost her things three times. Even though she was a wealthy woman, she couldn't help but shed tears and feel pain.

After the second day, Ning Rongrong really couldn't hold on any longer. This was completely different from what she had vowed to do before, that she would satisfy Ye Qiu.

However, Ye Qiu also understood that the road ahead is long and difficult, and everything is difficult at the beginning.

Don't rush into things.

Ning Rongrong is still young and there is still a lot of time.

Ye Qiu is the master of the Soul Palace, and Ning Rongrong is the master's wife.

One day.

Ye Qiu will take Ning Rongrong on that road again.

This is Ye Qiu's iron will, tenacious and indomitable! It makes Ning Rongrong tremble, fear and cry.

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……

Ye Qiu was taking care of the little witch who was in a semi-fainted state, her soul was flying away, she was shaking all the time and rolling her eyes.

In Haotian Sect, Tang San had already planned to leave.

"Uncle, I wonder if you came to see me in the middle of the night for something?" Tang San looked at Tang Xiao who suddenly called him out of the room. He didn't have much good feelings towards the Haotian Sect. He said calmly: "If you want to persuade me to stay in the sect, forget it. I can have better development if I go outside. When I come back next time, I will complete the requirements put forward by the second elders."

"Haha... I won't keep you in the sect. I came to you because I have something to tell you." Tang Xiao smiled casually. He didn't expect Tang San to take him so seriously. He was just a tool for those old guys to revive the Haotian Sect! If he was childless in his old age, the Haotian Sect would still belong to him, Tang Xiao.

"Do you have something to tell me?" Tang San was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said: "I wonder what it is?"

Tang Xiao put his hands behind his back and looked up at the moon.

"I don't know if you have heard that there is a great priest in the Spirit Hall who has reached level ninety-nine."

After hearing what Tang Xiao said.

Tang San nodded: "Of course I know, my foster father once told me about that person, but he is not to be feared."

Tang Xiao's body trembled, the light in his eyes was uncertain, he looked at Tang San in surprise, he didn't know how Tang San could say such a thing, even if that evil blood Douluo was level 98, but after level 95, each level was a different world, the further back, the bigger the gap! A level 98 would have absolutely no power to fight back against a level 99!
Tang Xiao's fists had been clenched unconsciously.

"It's good that you know these things. Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, I still want to tell you that our Haotian Sect has also had strong people of that level before."

"He and the great priest of the Spirit Hall were once called the two mountains of the spirit master world, meaning insurmountable peaks."

"The one from our Haotian Sect is my grandfather, your great-grandfather Tang Chen. At that time, he used the title Haotian Douluo. Our Haotian Sect's reputation as the world's number one sect was also established at that time. The chief worshiper of the Spirit Hall was the ruling elder of the Spirit Hall at that time, that is, the first executioner of the Spirit Hall, named Qian Daoliu. They have competed with each other many times, and their strengths are comparable. Qian Daoliu's spirit is a six-winged angel, a kind of existence whose innate full spirit power is capped at level 20!"

"Six-winged angel?! Innate full spirit power level 20?!" Tang San's eyes widened. It was the first time he had heard of this kind of martial spirit. Then he suppressed his surprise. Although innate full spirit power level 20 was good, it was still inferior to his twin martial spirits.

At this time, Tang San already understood that what Tang Xiao wanted to tell him should be related to the peerless Douluo of Haotian Sect.

"What about his great-grandfather?"

Tang Xiao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"do not know."

"do not know?!"

Tang San was stunned, somewhat unbelievable.

Tang Xiao also looked helpless.

He continued, "Your great-grandfather's strength is slightly better than Qian Daoliu's, but the difference is very small. In terms of martial soul quality, the six-winged angel is stronger than our Clear Sky Hammer, so Qian Daoliu can barely compete with your great-grandfather. But in terms of realm, your great-grandfather is always ahead."

"About forty-five years ago, your great-grandfather and Qian Daoliu both retired. As the older generation of spirit masters gradually died out, fewer and fewer people knew of their names."

"Fifteen years ago, your grandfather decided to close the mountain gate not because the Clear Sky Sect was afraid of the Spirit Hall, but because your great-grandfather was not in charge of the sect. Otherwise, no matter how many strong people there were in the Spirit Hall, they would be able to turn the tide at their level. Even Qian Daoliu would never want the Spirit Hall to go to war with our Clear Sky Sect easily."

"Great-grandfather passed away? Where did he go?" Tang San couldn't stop wondering.

Tang Xiao shook his head.

"I don't know, and no one knows. Otherwise, why would I tell you these things?"

"The only thing we know is that before your great-grandfather passed away, he talked with your grandfather for an hour. Then he disappeared. When your grandfather was dying, he told me that your great-grandfather had gone to pursue a higher peak. From this point of view, he obviously went further than Qian Daoliu."

Tang San's heart trembled.

"Could it be that he has become a god at level 100?!"

"Oh? You actually know this realm?"

Tang Xiao looked at Tang San in surprise, then felt relieved when he thought of Evil Blood Douluo and nodded.

"No one knows what realm is beyond level 100. The reason why Spirit Hall didn't fight back was probably because they were not sure whether your great-grandfather was still in charge of Haotian Sect."

"We are closing the mountain and closing the sect, aren't we waiting for him to come back?"

"This wait lasted for thirty years. Your great-grandfather still hasn't come back. There are only two possibilities. One is that he successfully broke through level 100 and reached another level. The other is that he failed to break through to level 100..." Although Tang Xiao didn't say it, Tang San also understood what failure meant.

"So what exactly does uncle want me to do?" Tang San didn't want to guess anymore.

"Heh... I know that Evil Blood Douluo and his men are very mysterious, and their power may be very powerful, so I want you to help find your great-grandfather. If he really failed to reach level 100, I believe he would have left something behind, such as the secret of our Haotian Sect, the Great Sumeru Hammer that only the successive sect masters are qualified to practice, and which was cut off in Tang Hao's hands!"

Speaking of the Great Sumeru Hammer, Tang Xiao's eyes turned cold when he looked at Tang San. Among all the previous sect masters, only he didn't know how to use the Great Sumeru Hammer! If he had learned how to use the Great Sumeru Hammer, why would he be constrained by those elders?

"Big Sumeru Hammer?!" Tang San was confused again. He had heard of this thing on the day he returned to his ancestral home, but no one had ever explained it to him.

Tang Xiao said in a deep voice: "The Great Sumeru Hammer is a magical skill created by your great-grandfather! The ability to suppress the six-winged angel is closely related to this magical skill! It can make the spirit ring explode and burst out unprecedented power!"

"Blow up the soul ring?!"

Tang San's eyes widened. Just from this point, he could understand how powerful this self-created spirit skill was.

"So uncle wants me to find this magical skill back?"

"That's right. If you can find this magical skill back, it will be more important to the Haotian Sect than your personal strength. It will be a great achievement for all eternity. By then, even if you don't do those three tasks perfectly, I will go against all odds and make you the successor to the Sect Master!"

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The long night is passing, and the sun rises in the east.

Zhu Zhuqing, feeling somewhat exhausted, climbed up onto the roof out of habit and began to practice the Purple Demon Eye.

Xiao Lan, who was still in high spirits after a sleepless night, sat on the eaves, supporting her chin with her delicate hands, and looked quietly at Ning Rongrong's room.

As for the other women, after Ye Qiu and the others stopped moving in the second half of the night, they calmed down for a long time before falling asleep and were now snoring soundly.

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……

in the room.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong was hugging Ye Qiu tightly, leaning on Ye Qiu's chest like an octopus. There were tear stains in the corners of her eyes and eyelashes, and her eyebrows revealed a hint of tenderness.

Li's cheeks are flushed and her eyebrows are slightly furrowed.

A seductive and charming look that I couldn't tell whether it was pain or pleasure.

Ye Qiu's eyes opened and closed.

The light hit him, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

He wanted to raise his hand to block the light, but touched something silky. He lowered his eyes and looked at the delicate and lovable appearance of the little witch in his arms, with a smile on her handsome face, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Ye Qiu reached out his hand.

He tidied up the messy hair around Ning Rongrong's ears, felt her porcelain-like skin, and couldn't help but poke her tender face. The little witch looked even more beautiful like this.
Ning Rongrong seemed to have something in his heart.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her blue eyes were filled with tears and spring. She looked at Ye Qiu, feeling his warmth, her face flushed, and there was a hint of fear and grievance in her eyes.

"Ye Qiu, stinky husband, I really have to lie down until the afternoon~"

Ye Qiu's face was full of ridicule, and he laughed and retorted: "What's wrong with me? I wanted you to fulfill your promise."

"You still say that! Are you going to kill your wife?! I, I regret it. You just kissed my lips before, and I bit you so many times, we're even!" Ning Rongrong's voice was soft and weak. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain all over her body, raised her fist, and hit Ye Qiu in the face.

Ye Qiu smiled, neither dodging nor evading. The weak little fist was nothing more than a drizzle compared to the blood scabs like teeth marks on his shoulders and the claw marks on his arms.

"Husband, why don't you hide?"

Ning Rongrong said softly, rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu, and pulled the quilt to cover her delicate body with blushing cheeks as much as possible.

"I'll let you go today. I won't mention it. I'll talk about it later when you grow up a little bit." Ye Qiu pinched Ning Rongrong's chin, made her look at him, and said with a smile: "After all, from now on, I will bully you for the rest of my life."

"In the future?!"

Ning Rongrong bit her red lips and glared at Ye Qiu angrily. Did he have to die before he was satisfied?

"Okay, don't think about it, we'll talk about it later, there's plenty of time later." Looking at Ning Rongrong's still slightly swollen lips, Ye Qiu's heart was moved. He pinched her chin, nodded gently, and took those two petals of cherry lips into his mouth.
"Bah"

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled, her pretty face was covered with peach blossoms, and the tips of her ears were so delicate.

at the same time.

Ye Qiu held her in his arms, his hands glowing with a faint green light. He used the Eternal Life and Blue Silver Fragrance to relieve her muscle pain.
Ning Rongrong's face relaxed and she felt a little moved.

But when she saw Ye Qiu's aggressive eyes, she suddenly panicked, raised her hands, twisted her body, and tried to push him away.

"Humph"

Ning Rongrong groaned; the excessive movement caused her some pain.

"How about I help you treat it?"

Ye Qiu said softly, his hands glowing green.

"What? Husband! Wait a minute. Hum~"

Ning Rongrong hadn't reacted yet when she heard Ye Qiu's voice. She was about to speak when she noticed something, like a gust of cool breeze, and her whole body trembled again.

Her cherry lips opened and closed, and she breathed slightly.

Then he gritted his silver teeth tightly and closed his eyes again, his neck was all pink.

Ye Qiu was startled, with a look of surprise on his face.
After a long shiver, Ning Rongrong was still too embarrassed to see anyone and dared not open her eyes.

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Ye Qiu waited for Ning Rongrong for a long time.

Ning Rongrong still stayed in Ye Qiu's arms, feeling shy and embarrassed. She could never imagine that Ye Qiu was just treating her wounds. (End of this chapter)