Chapter 235 You Can’t Bully Me
Ye Qiu hugged Zhu Zhuqing, stood there, and said to Ning Rongrong with a smile:
"How's it going? Are you done talking?"
"The chat is over."
Ning Rongrong smiled slightly. Thinking of Ning Fengzhi's instructions just now, her face couldn't help but get hot. As she stepped forward, she said in a soft voice: "Follow me, you liar. I'll take you to my room."
Say it.
Ning Rongrong took the hands of both of them, quietly took the middle position, and led them out.
Ye Qiu looked at the little witch holding him tightly beside him.
Can't help but laugh.
Ning Fengzhi and three others walked out.
His expression was dull.
Bone Douluo scratched a few white hairs on his head and said uncertainly: "Feng Zhi, Rongrong should have listened to your words, right?"
Ning Fengzhi held his forehead and shook his head slightly.
Tired.
"Now I just hope that that bastard can be a human being!"
Sword Douluo crossed his arms.
There was a gleam in his eyes.
"Now that things have come to this, I would like to find a time to try out their martial soul fusion skills."
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As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong naturally has her own separate residence.
Following her footsteps, we soon arrived at her small courtyard, which was surrounded by exotic flowers and plants.
There is a large open space at the entrance.
Pavilions, rockeries, flowing water, ponds, swings, flower beds, etc.
The distribution is consistent.
Except for the door wall, the other three sides are houses.
There is also a small seven-treasure glazed tower hanging under the eaves, with wind chimes strung underneath, which make clear, crisp sounds when the breeze blows.
Ning Rongrong raised her hand proudly and scanned the row of rooms.
"Ye Qiu, Zhuqing, all the rooms here are empty, you can choose whatever you want."
Ye Qiu said with a smile.
"Zhu Qing, you choose. I don't need it."
"..."
Ye Qiu finished speaking.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's faces turned red. They understood that Ye Qiu was going to turn the cards over, but they did not refute.
"Well, let me clean up first."
Zhu Zhuqing spit quietly, nodded slightly, picked a room at random, and pushed the door open to enter.
"Damn liar, you always want to do bad things"
Ning Rongrong gave Ye Qiu a charming look and pulled him towards her boudoir.
Ye Qiu shrugged.
"It's just sleeping, who wants to do anything bad?"
"Humph, you must have done something."
Ning Rongrong curled her lips, and her face flushed when she thought of the fullness and numbness she felt when Ye Qiu was pressing her down and fusing with her.
Enter the room.
Ye Qiu looked at Ning Rongrong's boudoir, and found that there were fine agarwood standing in the four corners of the room.
The layout is not too unusual.
There was no mess like in Shrek's dormitory. He couldn't help but smile and pinch her cheek:
"It's not bad. I thought it would be as messy as your dormitory in Shrek."
"I-I can't."
Ning Rongrong's face turned red with embarrassment and she felt a little guilty.
The appearance of this room was obviously different from when she left.
But she wouldn't tell Ye Qiu.
As long as he corrects it in time, Ye Qiu won't be able to discover this small flaw.
When Ning Rongrong was stunned.
Ye Qiu had habitually laid down on the pink bed in the room, squinting his eyes, looking somewhat comfortable.
After flying in the sky all night, I was still quite sleepy.
Ye Qiu suddenly felt difficulty breathing, he lowered his eyes and saw Ning Rongrong lying on top of him.
Ning Rongrong rubbed it gently, her voice gentle.
"You stupid liar, you can't bully me, otherwise I won't protect you." Ye Qiu turned over, pressed her under him, and pinched her chin frivolously.
"I don't know, what kind of bullying is the eldest lady talking about?"
Ning Rongrong turned her face away, her voice dull.
"Anyway, you can't make me sad, you can't make me sad."
"Well, I'll try my best."
Ye Qiu nodded slightly, looking at the bloody earlobe, and took the earlobe into his mouth. Finally, he stuck out his tongue playfully and tasted it lightly.
"Hey Ye Qiu, you are perfunctory with me."
Ning Rongrong closed her eyes, her delicate body trembled slightly, her snowy neck was covered with red flowers, and her breathing gradually became hot.
Ye Qiu kissed her gently and buried her head in her neck.
His hands did not forget to search and explore the clothes on Ning Rongrong.
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A little tenderness.
Not long after, Ye Qiu came out of Ning Rongrong's room and knocked on Zhu Zhuqing's door.
"Ye Qiu."
Zhu Zhuqing had just finished taking a shower.
Her hair was wet, and her youthful face was covered by a sleeveless black lingerie. Her leather pants, as usual, showed off her perfect legs to the fullest.
Ye Qiu's eyes brightened slightly and he put his arms around her.
He rubbed his hands dishonestly on that smooth, strong, and delicate arm.
Zhu Zhuqing closed the door and looked at him strangely.
"Aren't you going to accompany Rongrong?"
"After we finished accompanying her, she said she was a little wet and was taking a shower. I'd better not accompany her."
Ye Qiu chuckled.
Although the mandarin duck bath is indeed very good, at this time, it is better to exercise moderation.
That's fine with him.
The main thing is that Ning Rongrong didn’t grow up
Ye Qiu pulled Zhu Zhuqing to sit on his lap, hugged her slender waist, pinched her breasts, and said with a smile:
"Why aren't you jealous?"
"You're not here now."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled lightly, leaned on Ye Qiu, put her arms around his shoulders, and nodded, resting their foreheads against each other.
His face gradually became hot.
Ye Qiu deeply understood what it meant to have a ditch in his heart, which made him unable to stop.
at this time.
The two of them were sitting at the table. Zhu Zhuqing was leaning on Ye Qiu's shoulder, quietly watching him write and draw.
looking at the drawings
Ye Qiu had a confident smirk on his face.
I wonder if Ning Fengzhi can resist the temptation and stick to his philosophy of the three sects being of the same blood when he sees this thing and learns that it is the secret of the son of Haotian Douluo?
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Dusk time.
The martial arts arena of the Qibao Glazed Sect.
Ning Rongrong's charming voice sounded.
"Grandpa Jian, can't you let Rongrong do it?"
"Grandpa, I didn't use my full strength to begin with."
Sword Douluo chuckled, with two yellow, two purple and five black under his feet, and nine soul rings shining.
What he faced.
It was Ye Qiu and Ning Rongrong’s martial soul fusion skill Qiurong.
Ning Rongrong was only wrapped in a black leather jacket, revealing her delicate face.
The black Blue Silver Emperor tentacles could not get close to Jian Douluo.
"Boy, Rongrong, let's fight quickly and show me how powerful your strongest attack is."
Sword Douluo held the Seven Kills Sword and clasped one hand behind his back, standing calmly on the spot.
From the beginning until now, it hasn't even moved.
Whenever he faced Qiu Rong's attack, he just took the long sword in his hand and made two empty strokes.
"it is good!"
Ye Qiu let out a low drink.
It just so happened that he hadn't tried out his and Ah Yin's fifth soul skills, the Blue Silver Overlord Spear, and the Terror Assault.
Now is a good opportunity to give full play to your strengths.
The Eight Spider Lances continued to poke the ground, and Qiu Rong's figure became a trail of afterimages, rushing towards Jian Douluo.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)