"Daddy, Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa... what are you chattering about?"
Just as Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were speechless.
Ning Rongrong's head popped out from the treasure vault door, curiously looking at them.
Pink short hair, delicate face, graceful and slender.
It's just that her body is still a bit thin.
Bone Douluo turned around.
He put the gem-studded lock in his soul tool and explained with a smile:
"Rongrong, Bone Grandpa is preparing your luggage for you."
"Luggage?"
Ning Rongrong blinked her beautiful eyes.
"Yes, Old Bone is trying to empty this treasure vault."
Sword Douluo tore off the scarf around his neck.
"Humph! What's wrong with emptying it?! These things will be Rongrong's sooner or later!"
Bone Douluo didn't take it seriously.
Ning Rongrong looked at the dense handwriting on the long strip in Sword Douluo's hand, her eyes full of brightness.
"Haha..."
She let out a crisp giggle.
"Bone Grandpa, there's no need to be so troublesome."
"With the soul guide crossbow arrows that Saint Child Brother gave Rongrong, Rongrong is very safe."
Mentioning Qian Renxue.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of longing, with a hint of resentment and grievance.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo's expressions became slightly serious.
"Rongrong, do you really want to leave?"
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and rubbed Ning Rongrong's hair, defending Qian Renxue:
"The Saint Child has been really busy for the past six months."
"But Saint Child Brother went to see Ye Lingling and didn't come to see me..."
Ning Rongrong pinched her delicate hands, pouting her pink lips.
"His Majesty the Pope has already taken power, maybe he will come in a couple of days?"
Ning Fengzhi reminded.
"Oh dear! Okay, Daddy... I'm not angry with Saint Child Brother."
Ning Rongrong grabbed Ning Fengzhi's wrist, acting coquettishly:
"Rongrong just wants to go out and play, you are not allowed to tell Saint Child Brother!"
"Not allowed to tell him?"
Ning Fengzhi looked confused.
"Yes, Daddy is not allowed to tell Saint Child Brother on Rongrong."
Ning Rongrong nodded seriously.
But she winked at Ning Fengzhi, anxiously asking:
"Daddy, did you understand?!"
"Hehe..."
Ning Fengzhi smiled helplessly.
Like father, like daughter, he didn't expect Rongrong to be so awkward sometimes.
"Don't worry, Daddy won't tell him."
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words.
Ning Rongrong frowned with some dissatisfaction.
"Daddy, did you really understand? Rongrong said not to tell Saint Child Brother..."
"Daddy really understood!"
Ning Fengzhi smiled and rubbed her pink hair, giving his daughter enough face.
"That's good, otherwise Rongrong won't come back!"
Ning Rongrong said angrily.
"Don't worry Rongrong, we will supervise Fengzhi, definitely won't tell him!"
Bone Douluo quickly expressed his position.
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong quickly stepped forward to comfort him:
"Bone Grandpa, no need to be so troublesome, Rongrong believes in Daddy."
"..."
Ning Fengzhi watched Ning Rongrong bid farewell to Sword and Bone.
He felt a little emotional in his heart.
He wasn't too worried about Ning Rongrong's safety, it was good to walk around the soul master world.
She was, after all, the future Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
How could she do without accumulating some experience?
"Okay Daddy, Sword Grandpa, and Bone Grandpa, Rongrong is leaving!"
"Don't worry, Rongrong is very strong!"
Ning Rongrong ran out with a娇 smile, stopped in the distance, turned around and waved.
"Daddy! Don't tell Saint Child Brother, okay?"
"Goodbye!"
Ning Fengzhi nodded towards Ning Rongrong's back with a doting expression on his face.
He said calmly:
"Uncle Bone, send someone to send a letter to the Saint Child."
Bone Douluo took out Ning Fengzhi's crutch.
He stared at him unkindly.
"Fengzhi, what are you doing? Don't you want Rongrong to come back?"
Sword Douluo crossed his arms and said unhappily.
"Old Bone, not telling him is the only way Rongrong will really not come back."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Bone Douluo was puzzled.
"Think about how long Rongrong has been talking about him, how could she not want to see him."
Sword Douluo reminded, and Bone Douluo suddenly understood.
"Hiss——it seems like it is."
"Before the Saint Child finds Rongrong, we have to keep a closer eye on them."
Ning Fengzhi took back the crutch from Bone Douluo's hand.
He leaned on the crutch and said quietly:
"The Martial Soul Academy has been expanded, the expansion of the affiliated academies has initially taken effect, and the strength of the Martial Soul Palace is irreversible!"
"Martial Soul City will be a veritable holy land for soul masters."
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The Barak Kingdom is adjacent to the Fasinuo Province and is one of the four kingdoms belonging to the Heaven Dou Empire.
It borders the Star Luo Empire to the south and has a strong military.
Soto City within its borders is the most important city besides the kingdom's capital, Barak City.
It is known as the Barak Granary!
The Martial Soul Palace has specially set up the third-level Martial Soul Main Hall here.
The tall six-winged angel sculpture stands in front of the hall square.
Occasionally, passers-by stop and recite prayers to the gods.
It was noon, and the sun was scorching.
The pedestrians at the west gate of Soto City were still coming and going in an endless stream.
A two-wheeled cart was slowly approaching.
Pulling the cart was a black-haired, black-clothed teenager, nearly meters tall.
Twenty-four gemstones surrounded his waist.
At this time, he had a wide cloth strap hanging on his shoulders, holding the cart arms with both hands, his face was firm, no matter how sweaty he was in this scorching sun, his pace was still steady.
Behind him on the cart.
A pink girl was sitting cross-legged, holding a lotus leaf to block the scorching sun in the air.
Pink rabbit ears swayed on her head, her delicate face carried a hint of a smile, and the collar around her neck added even more charm.
"Xiao Wu! Soto City is ahead!"
Tang San's somewhat hurried voice came from the front.
"Xiao Wu-jie sees it!"
Xiao Wu looked up and nodded with a giggle.
Holding a wooden hammer in her hand, she pointed in the direction of Soto City and said嬌:
"Tang Xiaosan, speed up and move forward!"
Saying that.
Xiao Wu hammered Tang San's back with the wooden hammer in her hand.
The hammer was very light, made of rotten wood, and did no harm.
It was just humiliating.
"Okay! Xiao Wu... hold on tight."
Getting Xiao Wu's help to beat his back, Tang San immediately mustered his strength and began to sprint.
He didn't care about the gazes of the people around him.
"Haha... Tang Xiaosan, I didn't expect you to have so much strength!"
"Come on, come on!"
"Once we enter the city, Xiao Wu-jie will treat you to a big meal!"
Xiao Wu cheered, blowing in the wind, constantly hitting Tang San's back.
Her scarlet eyes carried cunning.
Finally.
The cart slowly drove into the city.
Xiao Wu no longer urged him, but immediately ordered:
"Okay Tang Xiaosan, stop, you have completed the bet."
"Wait a minute, there are too many people here..."
Tang San gasped, and still pulled for dozens of steps before stopping.
"Tang Xiaosan, are you okay?"
Xiao Wu jumped off the car lightly and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, Xiao Wu, thanks to you for being merciful and hiring a carriage."
Tang San shook his head thankfully.
He lost during the sparring, but fortunately Xiao Wu was considerate of him and still hired a carriage.
Such a long way.
He actually only pulled a very small part of it.
"Haha... you have said thank you many times, Xiao Wu-jie doesn't like to hear it."
Xiao Wu covered her red lips and chuckled.
What an idiot!
Laughing as she did, Xiao Wu threw a bottle of clean water to Tang San, and said crisply:
"You've worked hard, have a drink of water and rest for a while."
"It's not very hard, I'm willing to accept the bet, this is what I should do."
Tang San stood up straight.
Xiao Wu threw away the hammer in her hand and嬌哼.
"Really smug, I knew Xiao Wu-jie would have kicked you off the carriage early."
"Hey."
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, Tang San just smiled.
He had pulled this cart many times, Xiao Wu should be very clear about his endurance.
But this distance was not hard at all.
He just sweated a little.
Xiao Wu is always like this, a knife-mouthed tofu heart.
I wish you all a happy life!
