People are writing diaries in Douluo, and the goddess is going crazy

Zhao Ling saw the eleven or two-year-old girl who threw herself into his arms. She was wearing a white dress and had an extremely delicate face.

He is about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a noble temperament.

"Rongrong, why are you here?"

"Why else? Rongrong heard that you returned to your home, but you haven't come to the Qibao Glazed Sect for so many days to find you, so you can only come to your home on your own.

By the way, Brother Ling, Rongrong remembers that you said before that when Rongrong awakens his martial spirit at the age of six, you will give Rongrong a gift, right?

More than five years have passed. Where is Rongrong’s gift? You shouldn't forget, right? ? ? "

Ning Rongrong put her hands around Zhao Ling's waist and looked up at Zhao Ling expectantly, as if she was waiting for him to give him a gift.

Only then did Zhao Ling remember this, but now was not the time to say this.

Especially now that he was being hugged by Ning Rongrong, he could feel the jealous eyes of Zhu Zhuqing coming from behind him.

He hurriedly said to Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong, please let go of brother Ling now. I will give you the gift later."

"No, I will hold Brother Ling, who made you disappear for five years.

Rongrong wants to make up for everything you owe Rongrong over the past five years. Also, hurry up and lower your head, Rongrong wants to kiss you. "

Ning Rongrong shook her head. Not only did she not want to let go of Zhao Ling, she also wanted to kiss Zhao Ling on the cheek.

Anyway, in her opinion, brother Xiaoling would come to Qibao Glazed Sect to visit her.

Every time Brother Ling hugged her, she could kiss him.

Although I have grown up now, I can no longer let brother Ling pick me up.

But when it comes to Brother Qinling, I absolutely can't miss it.

Zhao Ling only felt that the resentment from Zhu Zhuqing behind his back was getting deeper and deeper. He suspected that Zhu Zhuqing was about to explode.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Ling had this idea, Zhu Zhuqing came out, grabbed Ning Rongrong's shoulders, and said dissatisfiedly.

"Classmate Ning Rongrong, please let go of my master quickly. I haven't kissed my master yet, why should I give it to you???"

Only then did Ning Rongrong look away from Zhao Ling's face and found that there were other women in the courtyard, one of whom was her classmate.

"Classmate Zhu Zhuqing? Why are you in Brother Ling's house? You said that Brother Ling is your master? In other words, you are Brother Ling's disciple?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing curiously, but instead of letting go of the hands holding Zhao Ling, they hugged him tighter and tighter like a koala.

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't bear this at all, and said coldly to Ning Rongrong: "So what?"

"If yes, that would be easy..."

Ning Rongrong let go of Zhao Ling's waist, cleared her throat, and then said to Zhu Zhuqing seriously.

"Hello, classmate Zhu Zhuqing, I am your master's fiancée, also your future master's wife. From now on, you can just call me Rongrong, your master's wife."

Damn it...Zhu Zhuqing was immediately furious. His sister took advantage of the master, so it was okay not to let him take advantage of her.

How could this classmate, who was almost the same as me in terms of soul power and age, take advantage of his master?

You also said that you want to be your future master’s wife? Can she bear this?
Zhu Zhuqing immediately released his Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Spirit, looking like he was going to fight Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong also knew that he was a purely auxiliary martial spirit, while Zhu Zhuqing was an agility-attack martial spirit.

In terms of combat, if you are completely defeated by the opponent, you will fight the opponent desperately because you have a hole in your head.

So Ning Rongrong naturally got into Zhao Ling's arms and showed a delicate look. "Brother Ling, look at how this disciple of yours is so cruel to others, you have to take care of her."

Zhao Ling suddenly felt the strong smell of green tea in the air, and then he remembered.

In the original work, she did show the characteristics of a green tea girl, especially in the early stages, the green tea essence was very strong.

He couldn't help but feel dumbfounded, and then when Zhu Zhuqing was about to pounce on Ning Rongrong to teach him a lesson.

Zhao Ling pulled Rongrong away, who had turned into a little green tea, and then raised his hand to hold Zhu Zhuqing down.

"Okay, Qing'er, don't listen to this girl Rongrong's nonsense.

She is still so young, how could Master agree to let her be my fiancée? She is angry with you on purpose, please calm down. "

When Zhu Zhuqing heard this, he puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, obviously not believing what Zhao Ling said.

But Ning Rongrong continued behind Zhao Ling.

"I'm not talking nonsense, Rongrong is brother Ling's fiancée.

Brother Ling had kissed Rongrong, and Rongrong had also kissed brother Ling. This was an indisputable fact. "

"What? Master, have you kissed her???" Zhu Zhuqing, who was still sulking, became even more furious when he heard this.

Obviously his master has never kissed him, so why did his master kiss this classmate Ning Rongrong?
"No, no... Qing'er, listen to Master explain to you..."

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was becoming more and more dissatisfied, Zhao Ling felt that he had a terrible headache.

"Qing'er, her father and I are good friends. When she was very young, I kissed her several times, but only on her forehead.

I had absolutely no other thoughts at that time, I dared to tell God..."

Zhao Ling was just about to say what I swear to God, but unexpectedly, God struck him like a bolt from the blue, and the loud rumbling sound made his face turn black.

Well, I'm afraid this God doesn't have a grudge against Zhao, right?
Why did he make a few oaths after traveling to the Douluo World, and every time God slapped him in the face? There was something wrong with him.

Zhao Ling, with a dark face, felt Zhu Zhuqing looking at him with dissatisfaction.

"Master, you still said that you have no other thoughts about her? Even God can't help but expose you on the spot."

"Uh...well, I did have some thoughts about her at the time, but now I don't..."

Zhao Ling felt helpless and said in a low voice.

"Then do you dare to swear to God again?" Zhu Zhuqing smiled coldly, and Zhao Ling couldn't help but look away with such scrutinizing eyes.

"Qing'er, you don't have to swear when you swear, right? Can't you give the master more face?" Zhao Ling sighed heavily.

"If you want to save face, then kiss Qing'er. Since you don't want Qing'er to kiss you, then your relatives will have no problem, right?
Qing'er doesn't ask for anything else, just kiss her forehead. "

Zhu Zhuqing raised her finger and pointed at her fair and smooth forehead. She would not give up until her master kissed her.

Zhao Ling's head was as big as a bucket this time, and Zhu Zhuyun was still looking at this scene with gloating eyes.

Someone could only sigh in his heart, what a sin.

Then he leaned down and prepared to kiss Zhu Zhuqing on the forehead, which was considered a perfunctory gesture.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Ling lowered his head, Zhu Zhuqing stood up on tiptoes and touched his cheek like a dragonfly touching water.

This put Zhao Ling's brain into a state of downtime... (End of this chapter)