Take this b to save the world [Douluo]

Today, the Qibao Glazed Sect was awakened by the roar of the little princess. The disciples guarding the roof were so frightened that they almost fell off!

Fuqiu reached out and covered the ears of the man next to him, being careful not to disturb the sleeping person. Fortunately, he just frowned, but hugged Fuqiu's lean waist and fell asleep again because of the woman's higher body temperature than others.

Ling Ning felt guilty and huddled up on the bed, holding her knees with her hands. The thin pink quilt was wrapped around her from her neck to her feet, leaving only a small head exposed. Her smooth black hair hung down to On the sheets, the father and daughter looked innocently at each other.

"Dad! You only stayed with Ning Ning! Do you still remember who is your biological child!" Ning Rongrong's cheeks bulged with anger, and she turned her face away from the man standing on the other side. Ling Ning didn't want to care anymore.

The six-year-old little princess is not yet the colorful goddess she will become in the future. She only knows that what she sees when she wakes up in the morning is her father sitting next to Ning Ning, and Ning Ning's hand is still in her father's palm.

Ever since she had a separate room when she was three years old, her father hasn't come to tell her a bedtime story for a long time, let alone sit by the bed and sleep all night. But after finally coming to visit her, her father is still closer to Ning Ning!

Ning Fengzhi raised her hands to admit defeat and tried to get closer to her daughter. As soon as she raised her feet, Rongrong glared at her and she had to return to her original position.

"I think it was probably because Ning Ning had a nightmare, right? That's why it happened." Ning Fengzhi looked at the girl on the side.

I don't know what I thought of, but there was no sign of raising the corners of my mouth, but my eyes couldn't help but smile.

Ling Ning quickly understood what the teacher meant by the frequency of his blinking, and nodded her head like a mallet, "Yes, yes, let me think about it, what was the dream I had last night..." She looked at Rong Rong's slightly relaxed expression, slowly lowering his speaking speed, and hesitating about speaking, were like a hook, which immediately attracted Rong Rong's curiosity.

Ning Rongrong didn't want to forgive Ning Ning and her father so quickly, but she really wanted to know what Ning Ning's nightmare was! She peeked at the movements of her father and Ning Ning. Her father still looked slightly depressed as before, his eyelids were drooping, and he probably couldn't see her. Ning Ning also looked like she was racking her brains to recall the dream she had last night.

The little princess's strange pride was coaxed by these two people, but she still pretended to forgive them just now, "Humph, daddy wants to make it up to me! Daddy is going to tell me a bedtime story tonight, and I want to Grandpa Tingjian is the one who got the eighth soul ring! Don’t let Ning Ning listen!”

After saying this, Ning Rongrong felt a little regretful and glanced at Ling Ning cautiously.

The girl pursed her lips at the right time, showing a somewhat sad look. Rongrong was the most soft-hearted person.

"Okay, bring Ning Ning and listen together!" Ning Rongrong still looked proud and refused to give up, and her words were indeed soft-hearted, forming a huge contrast.

Ling Ning turned around and looked at the teacher. Both of them couldn't help but smile. But what Ling Ning didn't notice was that Ning Fengzhi was not just satisfied with her performance today.

Ning Rongrong soon noticed their little moves. She muttered something and didn't know what she was complaining about, but her body was already throwing herself at Ling Ning's quilt. The two girls quickly became a mess, and they were happy again. The game of grabbing quilts began.

Ning Fengzhi raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the window. Under the clear sunlight, the flag of the Qibao Glazed Sect in the distance was fluttering in the morning wind, and even the empty air reflected a beautiful purple color. Hearing the faint sound of soul skills being released in the distance, it was almost time for the disciples to start training.

The man stepped out of the room, not disturbing the girls' games or disturbing their simple happiness, just like what Ning Fengzhi has been doing for so many years and for many years to come.

Completely different from the happy atmosphere on the Qibao Glazed Sect side, the situation on the Wuhun Palace side can be said to be clouded.

In the majestic Douluo Hall, the person who made the big offering was unkind. Even the titled Douluo who had experienced hundreds of battles could only persist in not falling down under such pressure. The only one who stood with a cold face like this. That's right, the new pope, the former saint.

"Bibi Dong, you'd better not forget who brought you here."

"Your kindness will never be forgotten."

Under the watch of many people, Qiandaoliu suddenly disappeared again, leaving only a burst of golden feathers flying in the air. He kept saying "I took away what should be taken away."

The relieved people in Wuhun Hall dared to breathe a sigh of relief, but under the gaze of their own Pope, they tremblingly forced their half-bent waists to stand up, and did not dare to move again.

The two ghosts and chrysanthemums who had defected to the new pope from the previous pope had been keeping silent since the appearance of Sendaoliu. And being closest to Libibidong, they had to bear the greatest pressure again.