Douluo's Night

♂nbsp; Ye Zi looked at Ning Fengzhi, coughed slightly, and ended the short greeting, "Uncle Ning, I wonder who the teacher you found for the seven people in the East Hall is?"

"The one you should know is the teacher from Shrek Academy."

"Master Yu Xiaogang?" Ye Xi blurted out without thinking. But after he finished speaking, he frowned, "He seems to have no reason to train the seven people in the East Palace. Could it be that Uncle Ning has some interaction with him?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and looked at the night. This boy still didn't understand. He thought for a while and then changed his words.

"I believe you also know that our Qibao Glazed Sect sponsors Shrek Academy. This is the reason."

"Oh, since that competition, Wuhun Palace hasn't caused any trouble for them, right?" Ye Xi raised his eyes and asked.

"They still want this face. Their main target is the mistress."

"Tang San..." Ye Xie nodded slightly, then rolled his red eyes, "It's because of that spirit beast, right?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed and patted Ye Xie's shoulder gently, "Indeed, it is precisely because of Xiao Wu that she is a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast and is also the hunting target of Wuhun Palace."

"Yesha, what do you think of soul beasts?"

"Natural enemy." Ye Xie said without thinking.

Ning Fengzhi gave a helpless smile, "So do you think soul beasts have feelings?"

"...have."

"Then have you ever seen Xiao Wu hurt a human being?"

Ye Xing narrowed her eyes, but she didn't say anything this time, because it was of no use. The soul beasts in this world generally have low intelligence and have no plans to replace the human race.

The loudest among them was the dragon clan, but in the end they were slaughtered by Ye Zi and other cultivators, which was considered the clan's annihilation.

But the past is like a cloud, and Ye Se thinks that the soul beasts in this world can't make any trouble.

Even if there are more than a dozen hundred thousand year soul beasts, they can't touch the Titled Douluo.

"That's all, I won't continue to get into trouble on this issue." Ye Xie waved his hand, and it went away as quickly as it came. As for what the hundred thousand year old soul beast was really going to do, it would be a titled Douluo at that time. It's over.

Ning Fengzhi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He knew that the little girl was very close to Tang San and seemed to be in love with each other. Behind Tang San stood Haotian Douluo, so it would be best if Ye Xi could not offend them.

Ye Zi frowned. He should look at this issue from the perspective of the past, and he should gradually get used to Douluo Continent.

This still needs to be polished.

Ning Fengzhi saw his downcast expression and said with concern: "Although it's still early, it's still dark. You've traveled a long way, so you should go and rest first."

It is impossible to practice freely in the forest, because any flying insect soul beast passing by can interrupt a soul master who has entered a deep cultivation state, which can cause the soul master to be unable to mobilize soul power, or become obsessed with it.

"Okay." Ye Xi stood up and followed Ning Fengzhi into the inner hall.

It was also his first time coming to this place, and Ning Fengzhi was leading the way.

"This is it." Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and opened the door to the guest room.

"Thank you, Uncle Ning."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and left.

When he walked into the guest room at night, he first smelled the aroma. He didn't care so much and leaned on the bed.

"Let's take a rare rest." Ye Zi took a deep breath and closed her crimson eyes.

. . . . . .

"Hey, there's someone's scent..." An energetic voice came from outside the door.

"No, why is there someone in my training lounge? It must be a wrong sensor."

A girl opened the door and at that moment she saw the young man sleeping on the bed.

"what..."

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth with both hands, not letting the words leave her mouth.

Then her beautiful eyes flashed with a smile, "What a master you are, what a night you are... you actually came back secretly and didn't come to see me, huh huh huh."

She quietly closed the door, walked to the bed in small steps as if she were a thief, and quietly observed her sleeping face in the night.

"Not gentle at all, not considerate at all, huh."

She sat on a wooden chair nearby and pursed her red lips.

"Two beautiful girls are throwing themselves at you, and you're still unwilling. It's really too much."

"If you don't speak, I will assume that you accept us two sisters." Ning Rongrong leaned back on the chair in boredom, suddenly an idea came to her, and she whispered to herself with a smile.

"Three, two, one, you accept us."

"If you don't speak, I will assume that you like us."

"Three, two, one, great."

Ning Rongrong laughed softly, but she still controlled her voice very much to ensure that she would not wake up the night on the bed.

"If you don't speak, I will kiss you."

Ning Rongrong's face turned red and she looked at Ye Xue's profile, as if she was attracted to him.

Her breathing was a little rapid, her pretty eyes widened, and she moved toward Ye Xi's lips.

"!"

Ye Zi's red eyes suddenly opened. Ning Rongrong was shocked and fell directly towards Ye Zi.

He stretched out his hands and quickly supported Ning Rongrong.

Their faces were so close that the faint girlish fragrance of Ning Rongrong could be smelled in the night.

"..."

Ning Rongrong lowered her head unexpectedly, pressed a kiss on Ye Xie's lips, and then ran away like a frightened bird.

"This is really..."

Ning Rongrong covered her red face and fled back to her bedroom, burying her head in the quilt. The next moment, she snickered.

Night feels the temperature on her lips, this little witch. . .

"If you can't escape...then forget it."

Ye Xi stood up and found that the sun outside the window had already set. He didn't sleep for long, but he had already regained a lot of energy.

As for that little witch, let her be.

Ye Xie was dealing with official business and had always dealt with enemies quickly, but when faced with such emotional matters, he was at a loss what to do.

He is the junior brother of the third generation and has no experience at all.

"never mind."

The night waved his hand, and the whole room was suddenly shrouded in black. As long as his mind moved, the blood smelling of rust would appear on the ground.

Countless blue will-o'-wisps were floating in the room, and the temperature in the room instantly dropped a lot.

Faintly, someone seemed to be wailing.

With a wave of his hand in the night, a long black knife emerged from the ground, but this time, the knife had a little blood on it, and the handle also had blood-like lines.

This is the original power and origin of the previous two lives that belongs to the night.

Hell.