Chapter 347: Made public angry? Don't go, don't go
Step down the sword.
Ning Fengzhi responded with an elegant and easy-going smile on his face.
“His Royal Highness the Holy Son, it’s even worse that we haven’t seen him in a long time.”
Sword Douluo followed Ning Fengzhi.
He looked at Qian Renjue with an undisguised gaze, clearly expressing his opinion.
"The Holy Son has so many things to do, why do you have time to come here?"
"This junior comes to see Rongrong."
A slight sneer appeared on Qian Renjue's face.
He knew clearly what he had done, and understood that Sword Douluo's words contained the smell of gunpowder.
"Hmph!"
Sword Douluo snorted and was about to say something.
Ning Fengzhi covered half of his body without leaving a trace and said with a smile:
"Haha. Rongrong has been talking about the Holy Son for a long time."
"I have already asked my disciple to inform her. I think she will be very happy."
"Then I'll trouble you, Sect Leader Ning."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
With a smile on his face, he felt a little bitter in his heart.
Ning Rongrong always talks about him, and I'm afraid she doesn't have any good words at all.
“No trouble, no trouble.”
Ning Fengzhi shook his head gently and said with a smile:
"Rongrong is a bit naughty, and she may need more care from His Highness the Holy Son."
"I will."
Qian Renjue nodded seriously.
"That's good"
Ning Fengzhi smiled and raised his hand to adjust his glasses, a little light flickering on the lenses.
Qian Renjue always felt that this guy was a little gloating about his misfortune.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, His Majesty Ling Yuan. You two should follow me in first."
Ning Fengzhi politely extended his hand to invite me.
“Okay.”
Qian Renjue smiled and raised his steps, followed closely by Lingyuan Douluo.
“Sect Master Ning, I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Ling Yuan is joking, I hope Qibao’s reception will satisfy you.”
Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly, To show respect.
Behind him, Sword Douluo followed Ning Fengzhi closely, frowning his sword eyebrows and transmitting his voice into the secret.
"Fengzhi, what do you mean?"
"Uncle Jian. Don't you still know how difficult our little witch is?"
Ning Fengzhi's lips moved, with a look in his eyes. The color of watching a play.
“Rongrong?!”
Sword Douluo was stunned.
"Uncle Jian, let the young couple resolve their matter."
Ning Fengzhi said meaningfully.
He turned around and continued chatting and laughing with Qian Renjue.
Sword Douluo thought for a moment, his face showed understanding and a bit of expectation
No wonder Ning Fengzhi didn't even condemn the kid.
It turned out that he was waiting for Rongrong to come in person.
I hope you can coax Rongrong well, if it makes you cry, hum!
Sword Douluo looked at Qian Renjue’s back
The sword light flashed in his eyes.
If Qian Renjue made Ning Rongrong cry.
It's not impossible to compare his Seven Kills sword technique with Qianjia's sword technique.
“Huh?”
Qian Renjue was chatting with Ning Fengzhi.
Suddenly he felt some energy locked on him, and his golden eyebrows were raised slightly.
He glanced slightly in the direction of Sword Douluo.
"This kid"
Sword Douluo had a little surprise in his eyes.
He just glanced briefly, to such an extent that he couldn't even detect the old bones
How could he? !
Notice the surprise in Sword Douluo's eyes.
Qian Renjue suddenly felt enlightened.
It seems that he has been a little angry for not coming for a long time.
I don’t know.
Compared with Sword Douluo, how strong or weak is he now?
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Qibao Glazed Sect, in the exclusive training ground for the eldest lady.
The girl with pink hair is wearing a simple yellow suspender skirt.
The delicate face has a happy smile.
The skin is like a peeled, tender lychee, and the pink eyes are cunning.
Full of agility.
He was looking up at the sky, holding a black box in his hand, and kept walking in the woods.
A sound as crisp as a silver bell. It spreads far.
"Grandpa Bones, don't fly so high, Rongrong won't be able to aim accurately."
"Okay, okay, Grandpa Bones, fly lower."< br>
in the air.
Gu Douluo is holding a target with an image painted on it.
If Qian Renjue were here, he would definitely feel dumbfounded when he saw the outline of the blond hair and purple eyes on the target
Bone Douluo’s cloak fluttered behind him, following Ning Rongrong’s footsteps like a kite.
In the distance, a black shadow suddenly flew over.
Bone Douluo couldn't help but pay attention to it, and he could easily see clearly the clothes of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.
锵——!
Below, the sound of the machine spring being released sounded.
Sixteen black cold lights pierced the air.
"Haha. Grandpa Bones."
"If Rongrong is hit, you have to use the martial soul to take Rongrong for a ride!"
Ning Rongrong's sweet laughter came from the grove. sounded.
It can be fast.
Ning Rongrong’s pretty face, which looked up, slowly stopped smiling.
The arrow she fired was going to miss.
But soon, the smile on Ning Rongrong’s face bloomed again, and she shouted sweetly:
“Grandpa Bones!”
Whoosh——
< br>I saw the Bone Douluo in the sky, and immediately flew out, using the target in his hand to catch all the arrows.
Tuk Tuk!
"Yeah! I hit it. Grandpa Bones is so good!"
Ning Rongrong held the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, raised her hands happily and jumped up.
"Haha. Rongrong is awesome!"
Bone Douluo seemed to be lying in the air, letting out a triumphant laugh.
Swish——!
The black shadow passed by, landed on the top of the tree, and saluted Bone Douluo.
“I’ve met Miss, Elder Bone!”
“Huh?”
Ning Rongrong stopped laughing and looked at the visitor strangely.
Gu Douluo yawned lazily and put away the naughty smile on his face.
“Tell me, what’s the matter.”
The disciple with the black wings on his back immediately said:
“Elder Qi, the sect leader wants his disciples to tell Rong. Miss Rong, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is here, please go to the living room.”
“The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is here?”
Bone Douluo was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up straight in the air.
Ning Rongrong screamed below.
"Brother Shengzi!"
"Great! Brother Shengzi finally came to see Rongrong!"
Ning Rongrong was full of joy.
His face was red with excitement, he was holding up the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and wanted to shoot two shots to add to the fun.
“…”
Bone Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong’s happy expression.
Who said that female college talents are not allowed to be admitted? !
“No!”
Ning Rongrong was overjoyed.
Seeing various marks on the trees and targets, I immediately woke up.
The pink lips were raised, and his face was full of displeasure.
“Don’t go, don’t go!”
Ning Rongrong shook her head crazily and pointed at the sect disciples on the tree with the Zhuge Divine Crossbow.
"Hmph!"
"Go back and tell dad that I am practicing now, so I am very busy and have no time!"
"Uh, this is the lady, the sect leader."
The disciple had a troubled look on his face.
But Bone Douluo showed a proud smile again and waved his hand towards the disciple.
"Okay!"
"Just tell Feng Zhi directly, I will take care of you if anything happens."
The disciple hesitated for a moment and nodded.
"Thank you, Elder Gu. I will go back and take my leave now. I will say goodbye."
The words fell.
The wings behind him vibrated and he flew towards the tower where the living room was.
Watch the disciple fly away.
The unhappiness on Ning Rongrong's face quickly disappeared, with a little worry in her eyes
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)