Chapter 63 The Little Witch Ning Rongrong, the Hundred Thousand Years Rogue Rabbit
"Old fox, you guessed wrong. I don't have any daughters."
Wu Ling also heard what the other party just said, and immediately came to Fu Ye's side and explained.
"Old Uncle Fox, I am not my master's daughter."
Uh.
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Old fox. Still uncle? Old Uncle Fox?
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo both smiled after hearing what the little girl Wu Ling said, thinking that this little girl was too sincere.
The expression on Ning Fengzhi's face was slightly twitching, no, don't you care? She slandered me!
wrong! It's you two who are slandering me! What old fox? I'm not an old fox!
Ning Fengzhi turned his attention to his little daughter beside him
That's right, there was a glint in Ning Rongrong's eyes, as if she had seen something interesting and opened the door to a new world.
"Dad is an old fox."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Gu Rong immediately came behind Ning Rongrong and covered her mouth.
"Rongrong, although the sect leader is indeed an old...ahem! Your father is not a fox, he."
Gu Rong almost told the truth, but Ning Fengzhi's face was full of black lines at this time, and the look he looked at Gu Rong also had a hint of complaint.
No, why is he such an old fox? Did I steal from you or lie to you?
"Okay, Wu Lingguai, although he is indeed an old fox, we can't say it in front of others."
He also touched Wu Ling's little head, and she nodded in understanding.
"Yes! Wu Ling knows. Next time, Wu Ling will say it behind his back."
Ning Fengzhi: Uh.
"Sit down, sit down, don't be polite to me."
After saying that, Fu Ye sat down on his seat unceremoniously, and Xiao Wu and Wu Ling also took the opportunity to sit next to Fu Ye.
"Old Master Hu Ning, why don't you sit down? It's not good to eat standing up."
At the dinner table, Fu Ye, Sword Douluo, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were drinking wine and bragging.
Xiao Wu and Wu Ling sat next to Fu Ye and ate dinner.
The subsequent dishes were all brought out in less than a quarter of an hour.
From the chat with Sword Douluo, Fu Ye learned that Liu Erlong, the "big boss", had gone to Tianshui College to find her best friend Han Ruyan.
"Sister, you two are so beautiful, and you look alike, are you sisters?"
Ning Rongrong, the little witch, quietly came to sit next to Wu Ling and Xiao Wu after her father and the others started talking.
"Little sister, you are also very beautiful, like a little princess."
Ning Rongrong is only ten years old now, half a head shorter than Wu Ling, a little girl.
"Hehe, thank you sister, my name is Ning Rongrong, what are the names of the sisters?"
Although Ning Rongrong is a little witch, she still knows how to act appropriately in such special occasions.
After all, she had never seen her father being teased like this before he got angry.
"Brother Fu Ye has already said that the matter of Juxiang Pavilion is my business. We won't talk about anything else. But when it comes to making money, I can guarantee that I will never let you find fault."
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Ning Fengzhi became drunk again at this time, and it was obvious that he was still a little drunk after drinking the Millennium Soul Wine.
However, compared to his degenerate appearance more than ten years ago, when he drank two jars, he looked a bit more manly now.
"Don't stop nagging. It doesn't matter if you have money or not. The most important thing is to have a place to drink and eat."
Fu Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi's already slightly tipsy face and took out more than a dozen jars of Millennium Soul Wine.
"Let's do it again. Whoever falls first today will have a bastard painted on his face."
"My name is Xiao Wu, and she is my good disciple called Wu Ling. We are masters and disciples, not sisters."
Xiao Wu unceremoniously pinched Ning Rongrong's little face, which still had a hint of baby fat. She really liked how soft it was.
"Huh? So you are master and apprentice."
Feeling Xiao Wu's white and warm palm pinching her cheek, Ning Rongrong was not angry at all.
After all, this was her first time meeting such a beautiful and gentle sister. "Well, I was rescued by Master Xiao Wu and Master Fu Ye."
Looking at the little girl of the same age as himself in front of him, Wu Ling seemed to have many interesting things to talk to her about.
The two little girls, together with Xiao Wu, chatted non-stop like three little birds.
Time passed minute by minute, half an hour later.
"Plop."
Ning Fengzhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on the table. Yes, he was the first one among the four to get drunk.
"Look at this old fox, he is so stupid."
Fu Ye saw Ning Fengzhi falling asleep and mocked him without hesitation.
"Old Bones, put him on the sofa next to you, and then take him to the guest room later."
Sword Douluo wasn't finished drinking yet, and the same was true for Bone Douluo.
"No problem! Let's continue!"
"Gurgling."
"tons, tons, tons"
An hour passed.
"Poof!"
"Poof!"
Sword Douluo Chenxin and Bone Douluo Gurong fell on the dining table one after another. Fu Ye said that they still had to practice.
"My martial spirit is the Qibao Glazed Pagoda, an auxiliary martial spirit. I have reached level 19 this year."
Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu and the others were still chatting aside.
"It's amazing. Can an auxiliary martial soul cultivate so quickly?"
"Hehe, dad said that only by eating well and drinking well can you practice well, so he makes me eat some not-so-palatable dishes every day. But Wu Ling, what is your martial spirit?"
There was a trace of curiosity in Ning Rongrong's eyes. You must know that even if she doesn't practice seriously, her cultivation is definitely one of the best among her peers.
"Well, my martial spirit is the Light and Dark Peacock, and now I am a twenty-seventh level great spirit master."
Ning Rongrong was obviously stunned after hearing Wu Ling's words, but she soon regained her composure.
"Level 27! Dance Spirit, you are so amazing!"
Ning Rongrong never expected that the girl she had been chatting with for more than two hours was actually a very talented genius!
"Hehe, it's nothing, it's all thanks to the good teachings of the master and the master."
Wu Ling smiled sweetly. Her master and master would answer her questions one by one when she encountered problems in cultivation. She felt that she was really lucky.
"Then what kind of cultivation is Sister Xiaowu? Is she a strong person above Soul Saint?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Wu with curious eyes.
"Hehe, if you want to know this, Rongrong, you have to make a small sacrifice."
Saying this, Xiao Wu immediately hugged the bean-like Ning Rongrong into her arms.
Ning Rongrong was shocked by Xiao Wu's actions.
"Sister, you have a good figure."
Feeling the touch on her back, even though Ning Rongrong was a little witch, her cheeks turned red as Xiao Wu teased her.
Xiao Wu flipped the hair beside her ear and whispered softly into Ning Rongrong's ear.
"Rong Rong is as fragrant as Wu Ling."
(End of chapter)