Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious

In another room.

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

Xue Ke, who was originally drowsy, lay on the bed, her face turned red, 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 pictures she had seen in Ye Qiu's mind.

She took a long breath.

Zhu Zhuqing immediately got up, sat cross-legged, and began to enter a deep level of meditation.

Dugu Yan and Xiao Wu were not much better. After experiencing it, they naturally understood the bitterness and sweetness.

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

"What's wrong with Sister Rongrong? She used to teach Xiaolan and it was very comfortable?"

In the dim room.

The flames of the fiery red dragon and phoenix mandarin duck candles kept jumping, and the melted wax oil was like tears, sliding down the candles drop by drop.

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

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

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

There is no need to rush things.

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

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

One day.

Ye Qiu will take Ning Rongrong on that road again.

This is his Ye Qiu's iron will, tenacious and indomitable! Ning Rongrong was trembling, afraid, and crying.

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Ye Qiu was cleaning up the half-fainted, soul-flying, shaking, and rolling-eyed little witch.

In the Haotian Sect, Tang San was already planning 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 for the Haotian Sect. He said calmly: “If you want to persuade me to stay in the sect, forget it. I have to go outside to have better development. 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, 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 who has reached level 99 in the Spirit Hall."

After hearing what Tang Xiao said.

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

Tang Xiao's body shook, the light in his eyes was uncertain, and he looked at Tang San in surprise. He didn't know how Tang San could say such a thing. Even if the evil blood Douluo was level 98, after level 95, one level is one layer, and the gap is bigger as you go back! Level 98 is absolutely powerless in front of level 99!

Tang Xiao's fists have 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 once had a strong man of that level."

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

"The one in our Haotian Sect is my grandfather, your great-grandfather Tang Chen. At that time, he used the title of Haotian Douluo. Our Haotian Sect's reputation as the world's number one sect was also made at that time. The great 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 many times, and their strengths are comparable. Qian Daoliu's spirit is a six-winged angel, an existence with an innate full spirit power limit of 20 levels!"

"Six-winged angel?! Innate full spirit power of 20 levels?!" Tang San widened his eyes. It was the first time he heard of this kind of spirit. Then he suppressed his surprise. Although the innate full spirit power of 20 levels is very good, it is still a little worse than his twin spirits.

At this time, Tang San already understood that what Tang Xiao wanted to tell him was probably related to the peerless Douluo of the Clear Sky Sect.

"What about my great-grandfather?"

Tang Xiao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I don't know."

"I don't know?!"

Tang San was stunned, a little unbelievable.

Tang Xiao also looked helpless.

He continued: "Your great-grandfather's strength is slightly better than Qian Daoliu, but the gap 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 had already retired. As the old generation of soul masters gradually faded, fewer and fewer people knew their names."

"Fifteen years ago, the reason why your grandfather decided to close the mountain gate was not actually because the Haotian Sect was afraid of the Wuhun Palace, but because your great-grandfather was not in charge of the sect. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the Wuhun Palace was, no one could Even if they are at their level, they can turn the tide. Even Qian Daoliu is not willing to let Wuhun Palace and our Haotian Sect easily start a war."

"Great-grandfather left? Where did his old man go?" Tang San couldn't help but wonder.

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 left, he talked to your grandfather for an hour. Then he drifted away. When your grandfather was dying, he once said to me that your great-grandfather went to pursue the higher top. From this point of view, he is obviously further away than Qian Daoliu."

Tang San's heart trembled.

"Is it possible to 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 the Evil Blood Douluo, and nodded.

"No one knows what the state will be after level 100. The reason why Wuhun Palace didn't come up was probably because they weren't sure whether your great-grandfather was still in charge of the Haotian Sect."

"We are closing the mountain and closing the sect, so why aren't we just waiting for his old man to come back?"

"This is thirty years of waiting. Your great-grandfather still hasn't come back. There are only two possibilities. One is that he successfully broke through level 100 and then reached another level. The other is that he made an impact Failed at level 100..."

Although Tang Xiao didn't say it out loud, Tang San also understood what the failure of the attack meant.

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

"Ha... I know that the Evil Blood Douluo are very mysterious, and their power may also be very powerful, so I want you to help find your great-grandfather. If he really fails to reach the 100th level, then I believe he will leave some behind. Something like that, the untold secret of our Haotian Sect, the Great Sumeru Hammer that only the previous sect leaders are qualified to practice and severed in Tang Hao's hands!"

Speaking of the Great Sumeru Hammer, Tang Xiao's eyes turned cold when he looked at Tang San. He was the only one who could not do it among all the previous sect leaders! If he had learned the Great Sumeru Hammer, there would be no need for him to be restricted by the elders.

"Big Sumeru Hammer?!" Tang San was a little confused again. He had heard about this thing the day he recognized his ancestor and returned to the clan, but no one had ever explained it to him.

Tang Xiao said solemnly: "The Great Sumeru Hammer is a magical skill created by your great-grandfather! Being able to hold down a seraphim is closely related to this magical skill! It can cause the soul ring to explode with unprecedented power!"

"Blow up the soul ring?!"

Tang San's eyes widened. From this point alone, he could understand how powerful this self-created soul skill was.

"So what uncle means is that he wants me to find this magical skill?"

"That's right, if you can recover this magical skill, it will be more important to Haotian Sect than your personal strength. It will be the merit of eternity. Even if you don't do those three tasks perfectly, I I will also try my best to put you in the position of the sect leader’s heir!”

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

Zhu Zhuqing, who felt a little trapped, climbed up to the roof out of habit and began to practice the Purple Demon Eyes.

Xiao Lan, who was still in high spirits after not sleeping all night, sat on the eaves, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Ning Rongrong's room quietly.

As for the other girls, after Ye Qiu and the others stopped making noise in the second half of the night, they calmed down for a while before falling asleep, and they were now fast asleep.

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in the room.

At this time, Ning Rongrong was hugging Ye Qiu tightly, leaning against Ye Qiu's chest like an octopus. The corners of the eyes and eyelashes were stained with tears, and the center of the brows revealed a softness.

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 came, and Jian Mei frowned slightly.

He wanted to raise his hand to block the light, but he encountered a piece of silk. He lowered his eyes and looked at the soft and lovely appearance of the little witch in his arms, with a smile on his handsome face, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Ye Qiu reached out his hand.

After straightening Ning Rongrong's messy hair around her ears, she felt the porcelain-like skin and couldn't help but poke her tender face. The little witch looked even more beautiful in this way.

Ning Rongrong seemed to have something in his heart.

Eyelashes trembling, green eyes filled with tears and spring, looking at Ye Qiu, feeling his warmth, her face was flushed, and there was a little fear and grievance in her eyes.

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

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

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

Ye Qiu smiled and did not dodge. The weak little fist was nothing more than a drizzle compared to the bloody scabs on his shoulders that looked like tooth marks and the claw marks on his arms.

"Husband, why don't you hide?"

Ning Rongrong said, rolling her eyes at Ye Qiu, pulling the quilt to try to cover her exquisite body that was glowing with red clouds.

"Today I will let you go. If you don't want to mention it, then don't mention it. We'll talk about it when you grow up a little bit later." Ye Qiu pinched Ning Rongrong's chin, let 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. Does he have to die before he is satisfied?

"Okay, don't think about it. Let's talk about it later. There will be plenty of time later." Looking at Ning Rongrong's still swollen cherry lips, Ye Qiu's heart was rippled. Pinching her chin, nodding gently, and taking the two cherry lips into his mouth

"Ying"

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled, her pretty face was full of peach blossoms, and her ears were delicate and charming.

At the same time.

Ye Qiu held her in his arms, and his hands glowed with a faint green light. Use the Endless Life and Blue Silver Fragrance to relieve her muscle soreness together

Ning Rongrong's face was relaxed and a little emotional.

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

"Hmph"

Ning Rongrong groaned, the excessive movement made her feel a little painful.

"How about I help you heal it?"

Ye Qiu said softly, with a green light on his hand.

"What? Husband! Wait a minute. Hmm. Moan~"

Ning Rongrong hadn't reacted to Ye Qiu's voice yet. Just as she was about to speak, she felt something, like a gust of cool wind, and trembled all over again.

Her cherry lips opened and closed, breathing slightly.

Then she bit her silver teeth tightly, closed her eyes again, and her neck was pink.

Ye Qiu was stunned, with a look of surprise on his face

After the long shiver passed, Ning Rongrong was still too shy to see anyone and didn't dare to 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. She could never have imagined that Ye Qiu was just healing her wound. (End of this chapter)