Douluo's opening sign to Chaos Clock

"Who is he? Do you know me well? Why should I invite him?"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes and said in disgust.

She even stretched out a jade hand and waved towards Yuntiange one after another, like shooing away flies.

The corner of Yuntiange's mouth twitched. Ning Rongrong should have had a good impression of him at first, but why did he become like this now?

He targets himself at every turn, makes himself look bad at every turn, and doesn't deal with himself at every turn.

Seeing the bitter look on Yuntiange's face, Ning Rongrong felt happy in her heart.

"Hmph, you boy, I will never be a licker again."

"If you lick the dog till the end, you will have nothing left!"

She curled her lips up somewhat proudly, and a feeling that she had everything under control arose spontaneously in her heart.

"Hmph, look at me, I don't care about you very much."

Ning Rongrong realized a truth, that is, whether it is a man or a woman, if they really want to start a relationship, neither party can become the other's licking dog.

Ning Rongrong reflected on her previous actions. It was because she was too "licking" towards Yuntiange that caused this guy to ignore her.

Blindly being a dog licker will only make you look cheap in the other person's mind.

I would like to ask, how many people will cherish things that are cheap and easy to obtain?

The feelings brought by licking are unreliable, abnormal, and difficult to last.

Because feelings need to go in both directions, and can only exist for a long time on the premise that both parties pay equal attention.

Otherwise, if it is only one party, it will blindly pay to the other party unilaterally.

Then, maybe this person can gain mercy from his sweetheart and get together with him briefly.

So, this kind of pity-based feeling does not have a stable foundation from the beginning.

Yuan Suiyun and Emily couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. How could they not notice Ning Rongrong's complicated emotions towards Yuntiange?

"Ning Rongrong, let me tell you a story."

Yuntiange smiled helplessly and said in a calm tone.

Ning Rongrong stopped, her eyes wandering around, but she still said firmly: "Who are you? Why should I listen to your story?"

"Ah."

Yuntiange sneered slightly, and then said in a deep tone.

"A long, long time ago, there was a mountain, and there was a sect on the mountain..."

"Can you pick out the key points?"

Ning Rongrong's eyebrows stood up and she scolded angrily.

Yuntiange's mouth twitched again, and then said, "There is a new young man in the sect. This young man has extraordinary talent and handsome appearance. He is favored by all the female disciples in the sect."

"And among them is a senior sister who has a very favorable impression of this new boy."

Speaking of this, the corners of Yuntiange's mouth curled up slightly.

"However, the senior sister didn't know how to express her feelings. At this moment, she suddenly remembered that she had seen and heard many stories about happy enemies."

"Senior sister decided to become a happy couple with this young man."

"So, in the next long period of time, senior sister made obstacles for junior brother at every turn."

"Why did you suddenly interrupt your practice? Why did you suddenly stumble while walking? Why did you deliberately spill soup and water on your junior brother in the cafeteria..."

"In short, her various evil deeds are too numerous to describe."

Speaking of this, Yuntiange was a little stunned and seemed very regretful.

Emily was already somewhat attracted by the story at this time, and her two big eyes were full of curiosity.

Yuan Suiyun, on the other hand, couldn't help but laugh. He probably guessed what kind of ending Yuntiange would arrange for the story.

As for Ning Rongrong, her eyes kept wandering, wondering what she was thinking.

"Later, the young man couldn't bear it anymore. After beating the senior sister, he quit the sect."

"At this point, senior sister's wish to become a happy couple with the boy has completely come to nothing."

Yuntiange said calmly, then turned and walked away.

"You guys go and eat. I have something else to do, so we won't be together."

"Humph!"

Ning Rongrong let out a loud "hum", raised her foot and stomped on the ground vigorously.

This bastard actually dares to make up a story to ridicule me?

"Ahem, Rongrong, everything is too much, so just take it easy."

Yuan Suiyun coughed twice and said slowly.

"That's right, Rongrong, this doesn't have to be the case between you and the sect master."

Emily also persuaded.

"understood."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips before saying reluctantly.

In fact, after listening to this "story", Ning Rongrong felt a little worried, fearing that she would be like the senior sister in the story and take the boy away alive.

However, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. After all, she had been troubling Yuntiange for so long. If she stopped suddenly, wouldn't it mean that Ning Rongrong, the majestic little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, had no face?

Yuan Suiyun seemed calm and calm on the surface, but in fact he had been slandering Yun Tiange for a long time.

"Oh, Tiange, brother, I don't even know what to say about you. Hu Liena, Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing all have some unclear relationships with you."

"It's really a headache. Unlike me, I only feel sorry for Bing'er."

"Ahem, Rongrong, you and Emily go have dinner, I have something to do too."

Yuan Suiyun shook his head and said lightly.

"Brother Yuan is looking for Shui Bing'er, right?"

Ning Rongrong and Emily looked at each other and smiled, showing understanding expressions on each other's faces.

. . . . . .

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

Behind the Papal Palace is a small lake as clear as a mirror.

An exquisite and gorgeous pavilion is dotted on the water and sky.

This beautiful attic floating on the water is the residence of Pope Bibi Dong.

There is a luxurious but not vulgar, rather elegant room in the attic.

Bibi Dong was sitting in front of the desk with a straight face, and the papers were still piled up like a small mountain.

Her long burgundy hair was scattered casually behind her back, and her face was flawless. Time had hardly left any traces on her body, but gave her a more mature charm.

The slender jade fingers slid over the letter intentionally or unintentionally.

"This little bastard actually learned how to pretend to be a tiger?"

Bibi Dong looked at this secret letter with great interest, which was presented by Platinum Bishop Salas of Tiandou City Spirit Temple.

Before she saw the content clearly, she even thought that something serious was going to happen to this secret letter that was sent quickly.

"If someone dares to impersonate my name, then this person will definitely die in pain."

Bibi Dong's eyes became a little playful, and she just lightly wrote the word "yes" in her reply.

"You said you are the Pope's man? Well, you are the Pope's man."

"One day, a lifetime."

"You, you can't run away."