Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 136 135. Rongrong, help me pick up a soap

(one more)

Faced with Ning Rongrong's accusation, Yang obviously lacked confidence.

Because, he forgot his previous promise...

It's no wonder Yang Ming, he's been really busy recently, he only sleeps for four hours a day, and the rest of the time is basically devoted to cultivation except for eating. Naturally, he will throw the promise of turning Ning Rongrong back into a girl to Cloud Nine.

Seeing Yang Ming groaning silently, Ning Rongrong seemed very angry and said:

"Yang Ming, how about this? I will pay for the antidote for turning back into a girl. I come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the most important thing I need is money. As long as you can turn me back into a girl, just ask as much as you want. I will give you all!"

Ning Rongrong herself didn't realize that when she said these words, she had a hint of domineering tone.

She has always been pampered by her parents in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and she has never suffered such a big loss. Although she has experienced the incident in the Star Dou Great Forest, her temper has somewhat restrained, but inadvertently, she will still reveal the temper of a young lady .

This includes thinking that you can buy everything you want with money.

Yang Ming was quite guilty at first, but when she said that, he felt both angry and funny.

The angry thing is that Yang Ming thought he and Ning Rongrong had become friends, but he didn't expect that the other party thought he was a mercenary villain, plotting her money.

The funny thing is that Yang Ming doesn't love money at all, he's not interested in money.

Under Ning Rongrong's tense and expectant eyes, Yang Ming waved his hand and said:

"I don't take your money."

Ning Rongrong was in a hurry, thinking that Yang Ming would not agree.

During this period of time, she was almost going crazy being tortured by the man.

Going to the toilet is a small problem, and what is even more troublesome is that when she woke up in the morning and found that the national flag was raised below, and when she often got along with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, she would always have fantasies in her mind, fantasizing about being with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing Do something shameful.

She feels bad all over!

"Yang Ming, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the richest sect in the entire continent. As long as you agree to nod, I will not only give you money, but also recommend you to my father to become the sect's enshrined priest. You will enjoy high-standard treatment every year. How about it?"

Yang Ming sighed in his heart, and put his hands on Ning Rongrong's shoulders.

A pair of star-like eyes stared at Ning Rongrong's flustered eyes, and said:

"It's not a matter of money or not."

Just when Ning Rongrong's heart sank, Yang Ming continued:

"I regard you as a friend, and of course I won't charge you money."

"Mutual equality and mutual fairness, isn't that what so-called friends are all about?"

When the last sentence was finished, the system prompt sounded in Yang Ming's ear:

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of the blue sea and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

Blue Sea is a very popular comedy show on station b recently. It seems to be a passionate story about swimming, but it is a funny show full of beauty.

The funny things can never be deduced by common sense. Yang Ming believes that he has the luck of the European Emperor, so he decisively chooses the lottery.

A weird virtual roulette appeared in Yang Ming's retina. The chassis was painted with passionate purple, and strange patterns were drawn around it. Question marks were displayed in all the grids. It was impossible to see anything until it was drawn.

After clicking start, the pointer rotated rapidly and stopped under Yang Ming's nervous gaze.

Friendship♂Soap: Use it in the shower to make your wish come true♂

It always feels a bit weird.

Yang Ming thought about it again, it's not surprising that this came from a passionate joke.

Yang Ming used his right hand to reach into his pocket as a cover, took out this piece of soap, handed it to Ning Rongrong, and said:

"When you go to the bathroom to take a shower, use it to wipe your body, and you can restore your daughter's body."

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, looked at Yang Ming, then at the soap in her palm, opened her mouth slightly, showing an O shape.

All he had to do was stick a note on his face with a line of big characters written on it:

Are you kidding me?

With a lot of thoughts in his mind, Ning Rongrong was dubious, and finally chose to believe that Yang Ming would not deceive her, and immediately turned and ran to the dormitory.

She's had enough of being a man!

After Yang Ming took a short rest, he returned to the playground to continue his practice.

Now, Yang Ming's soul power has reached level [-], and he only needs to obtain another suitable soul ring to step into the realm of soul master.

Regarding this, Yang Ming was in no hurry.

Still the same sentence, you need to be hard to strike an iron!

Yang Ming doesn't want to be drawn into a role like the Black Emperor that would cause him headaches. He can only fly higher when he takes off by calming himself down and laying a solid foundation.

As time went by, the number of people on the playground gradually increased.

Seeing that Yang Ming was practicing hard, the others were unwilling to let him down, and started exercising one after another. The whole playground was full of enthusiasm.

An excellent person can drive a group of people to become excellent.

Just like a news report, there is a roommate in a university dormitory who is struggling to get into Tsinghua. All the students were admitted to Tsinghua University.

On the edge of the playground, Dean Flender watched this scene with a smile, and proudly said to Master Yu Xiaogang:

"Yang Ming is worthy of being a student I taught!"

The corner of the master's mouth twitched faintly. During the meal just now, Flender had already boasted to him for a long time, and hearing him say that now, I always felt very awkward.

Yes, he admitted that Yang Ming is very good.

However, the Tang San I taught by hand is not inferior to Yang Ming at all!

Thinking in this way, the master pondered for a moment, and said:

"How about we make a bet?"

"Oh?" Flender didn't understand what he meant. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old friend's gourd. He asked, "You talk about the content of the bet first, and I'll consider whether I want to bet with you."

Old fox!

Both of them are smart people, so Yu Xiaogang didn't hide and said frankly:

"Let's just gamble, Xiaosan and the seven of them will fight Yang Ming, who will win and who will lose?"

Flender narrowed his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed through the slits, and said:

"Okay, I'll bet on Yang Ming winning, what are you going to bet on?"

"Whoever loses will treat the other party to dinner for a year. How about it?"

"Row!"

The two obviously had a heart of comparison in their hearts, and neither of them convinced the other. They both believed that the students they trained were better than the other, and they quickly reached a bet.

Just when Flender was about to explain the situation to Yang Ming, a beautiful figure came from a distance.

Ning Rongrong, who turned back into her daughter's body, was wearing a one-piece white dress, looking extraordinarily pure and charming, and gave Yang Ming a big hug.

"Thank you, Yang Ming."

(Well... some things are deleted after they are written, let's make up for them)

(End of this chapter)