Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

After wiping his face clean, Ning Rongrong put his hands on his hips angrily, stomped his feet, pointed at Lin Langtian with the other hand, and cursed: "You bastard! Also, you pervert..."

Ning Rongrong was also angry at what happened to Catwoman.

If it was Prince Xue Xing, she could still ask for it back based on her status, but the Holy Son of the Wuhun Palace, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could not suppress him.

Ning Rongrong, who had always been pampered in the palm of her hand, was really furious.

She has never been so embarrassed as she is today when she grows up!

Being pointed at his nose, Lin Langtian frowned, thinking that Ning Rongrong was making noise, he also stretched out a finger, and under the surprised gaze of the other party, pointed at her fingertips,

A cold soul power rushed into Ning Rongrong's body instantly.

"hiss……"

In an instant, Ning Rongrong felt an electric current passing through his body, it wasn't very painful, but that cold and sharp feeling flowed from his fingers directly to his whole body, like being whipped.

The whole body was convulsing, and it continued.

Ning Rongrong fell down on the sofa, her face sank in, her lower body lay limply on the floor, forming a bridge of people, spasming from time to time.

The whole consciousness is occupied by this abnormal feeling.

The man with glasses was about to dislocate his mouth when he saw this, and his face turned pale with fright. If Ning Rongrong was killed by Lin Langtian, then he would definitely be angered by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and death would be an extravagant hope.

A soul master reminded in a low voice, "No problem."

Only then did the eye-eyed man heave a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe off his sweat, then gave the maid a hard look, and cursed inwardly: If we had taken her out earlier, wouldn't such a bad thing have happened? !

The maid's face stiffened instantly, and her small cherry mouth moved.

Just when she was in despair, Bishop Jason interrupted everyone's thinking, "Ahem, I heard that the maids here are for sale. This old man wants..."

Everyone was shocked, but Lin Langtian drew out his long knife and split the shackles on Catwoman's wrist.

"Just be me from now on...follow Bishop Jason."

Lin Langtian originally wanted her to be his maid, but recalling the lessons from the past, he changed his words, and then left the room first, ignoring the catwoman who knelt down in gratitude.

After deciding to bring changes to the common people on the mainland, Lin Langtian planned to make some preparations first.

"Okay, prepare the maids I want, if you dare to touch a hair of them, hehe..." Bishop Jason sneered at the man with glasses, and followed with Catwoman.

The man with glasses nodded and bowed hastily, repeatedly reassuring.

With his ten guts, he wouldn't dare to disobey the Platinum Bishop of the Wuhun Temple!

The maid was immersed in a huge surprise!

"Get out... get out of here..."

At this time, Ning Rongrong, who was buried in the sofa and convulsed, made a muffled voice, trembling, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth, as if he was suppressing something.

The man with glasses didn't dare to stay for a moment, and hurriedly led everyone away.

And not long after the door closed, Ning Rongrong, who was covered in a layer of sweat, shrugged his shoulders, raised his pretty face with messy temple hair, a strand of hair stuck to the corner of his mouth, but his face was ruddy.

Lin Langtian's little punishment seemed to nourish her.

Ning Rongrong's expression was also angry and happy, she opened her small mouth and breathed rapidly, subconsciously closed her thighs, sat on the cool floor but didn't notice it, and murmured:

"Just now...how did it feel just now? Good Su...so novel..."

As soon as the words came out, Ning Rongrong covered her face in shame.

How could she have such an idea!

But growing up so big, it was really the first time that he was treated like this, and his body also had a strange change.

Chapter 90 Hidden Weapons and Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng

Panting delicately, Ning Rongrong straightened her posture in front of the mirror, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, she left the room. Right after she left, dozens of soul masters from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School appeared.

"Miss, you..."

Ning Rongrong gave them a cold look, and said angrily: "I didn't tell you not to follow...Forget it, don't go out to play, go back to the sect! I'm so mad!"

Instead of anger, all the soul masters breathed a sigh of relief.

This little princess always made them fearful outside, and being able to go back to the sect was an eye-opener. When they saw the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall come out, they almost rushed in together.

Outside Tiandou City, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Within two or three hours, Ning Rongrong returned to the sect, and just entered, he climbed up the stairs and ran into a large hall, ignoring the soul masters guarding both sides.

In the meeting hall, there were only three people.

The elegant man sitting on the big rosewood chair, wearing a clean white robe, his every move revealed a kind of calm and easy-going, and his words were calm.

"...Hahaha, Fengzhi, our little princess is back."

Suddenly, Sword Douluo with white beard and hair interrupted Ning Fengzhi with a smile, and turned his gaze to the entrance of the main hall.

"Uncle Jian?" Ning Fengzhi smiled.

The next moment, Ning Rongrong ran in staggeringly, looked around, and threw herself into Sword Douluo's arms, under Bone Douluo's jealous eyes, she turned her head and smiled again.

"Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Bone, I've been bullied..."