Dugu Bo cupped his hands towards A Yin and Bing Di, saying, "I am Dugu Bo, and I greet you both."
"Poison Douluo, you don't need to be so polite."
Ah Yin had lived in the human world before and had heard of the Poison Douluo's name, so she returned the greeting in kind.
Hyotei didn't want to pay attention, but since Xue'er and Dongfang Jing were both present, they had to give them face.
Therefore, she simply nodded.
Seeing this aloof and beautiful girl, who was only about 1.5 meters tall, completely ignoring him,
Dugu Bo couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
But then he heard Dongfang Jing whisper beside him.
"Sister Bing'er is a level 97 Title Douluo."
Dugu Bo froze instantly.
Level 97.
hehe,
Being aloof to others seems reasonable.
Ignoring the old man's rapid change of expression, Dongfang Jing looked at his sister.
"Yao'er, what did you buy?"
"Uh... this..."
Dongfang Yao's eyes began to dart away, and her small hands unconsciously went behind her back.
"No..."
She clearly has something to hide.
Seeing this, Dongfang Jing turned his gaze to Wang Qiu'er.
Wang Qiu'er immediately turned her head, pretending to admire the scenery by the lake, avoiding his gaze.
Dongfang Jing was puzzled and glanced at Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu again.
Next up are Gintoki and Hyotei.
But none of them were willing to answer his question.
Dongfang Jing sighed softly to himself.
Okay, I'm done with the love.
Does this team not even have this much trust?
In the end, it was Ah Yin who couldn't stand it anymore.
She walked up to Dongfang Jing, her voice gentle.
"Ah Jing, there really weren't any good items at the auction. Yao'er bought them; they are a girl's personal items, so please don't ask any more questions."
"I see, then okay."
Dongfang Jing nodded and did not ask any further questions.
He then explained that he was going to the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy to find new teammates, and made arrangements for his companions to accompany him.
He didn't plan to send a large group of people over.
"Yao'er, just come with me. Qiu'er, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu, you can stay here and go into the villa to settle down. We'll be cultivating and living here for the time being."
"Sister Ayin, Sister Bing'er, thank you for your help."
No one had any objections.
But Wang Qiu'er raised her hand.
"I want to go too."
Dongfang Jing glanced at her and nodded.
"Can."
Watching Dongfang Jing and his group walk away with Dugu Bo,
Dean Edmund, who hadn't said much since the beginning, finally walked up to the remaining girls.
He smiled broadly, recounted the events, and gave them some instructions.
"Ladies, please feel free to ask for anything you need, don't be shy!"
"Treat this place like your own home, do whatever you want!"
after,
Edmund wisely left as well.
Ah Yin glanced at Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, and simply nodded slightly to them.
She turned around and spoke softly to the girls beside her.
"Children, shall we go inside the villa and take a look?"
"Uh-huh!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately lit up with anticipation, and she was just about to rush in and choose her favorite room.
However, a petite green figure was faster than her.
A cool breeze swept by, and Hyotei was nowhere to be seen.
"What the heck! Sister Bing'er, why are you arguing with us juniors about this!"
Ning Rongrong complained angrily.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing with a faint smile on her lips, even Xiao Wu followed with a smile, and A Yin accompanied the children running with eyes full of doting affection.
Ning Rongrong quickly started walking, afraid of falling behind.
But then Ning Fengzhi called out to her, "Rongrong, wait a moment."
"What are you doing, Dad?"
Ning Rongrong pouted, her face full of dissatisfaction.
Ning Fengzhi chuckled, his tone gentle.
"It's been a while since we last met. Don't you miss your dad and Grandpa Bone?"
"Well..."
Ning Rongrong scratched her head sheepishly.
"I miss you all so much!!"
She called out sweetly and pounced on the two of them like a butterfly.
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, naturally, greeted their little princess with loving smiles as they took turns embracing her.
But after this warmth...
Ning Fengzhi couldn't wait to get down to business, and the smile on his face faded a bit.
"Rongrong, Daddy's asking you, do you know anything about hidden weapons?"
"Yes, I know!" Ning Rongrong answered without hesitation. "Dad, you know too? I was just about to tell you about this. Brother Jing told me that he can handle it, and he will discuss it with you later."
Ning Fengzhi nodded slowly.
"Yes, he already told me."
"What I want to ask is, is this hidden weapon really that powerful?"
Ning Rongrong's little face immediately turned serious, and she nodded vigorously.
"It's true! I saw Tang San use it with my own eyes!"
"Tang San?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
He learned from the reports of the guards that this should be Rongrong's classmate at Shrek Academy.
It was later discovered that he was actually the son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao.
So, this hidden weapon originated from the Haotian Sect?
So he continued to ask his daughter for more details.
Once all his questions were answered, Ning Fengzhi's face lit up with an irrepressible joy.
This hidden weapon is something only Tang San knows how to make!
No, according to Dongfang Jing, the master craftsman Lou Gao, who is in Gengxin City, will definitely be here soon as well.
"Hahaha!"
Ning Fengzhi could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.
He sighed.
"Nephew Jing has truly given my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School an incredible gift!"
"If all the disciples of my sect could be equipped with these hidden weapons, the overall strength of the sect would surely rise to another level!"
The ancient banyan tree beside it couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"This kid always manages to surprise us!"
Seeing that her two relatives were so happy, Ning Rongrong asked curiously.
"Dad, what happened to Brother Jing?"
Ning Fengzhi did not give a clear answer to his daughter's question, but his expression became particularly solemn.
"Rongrong, you can stay at Zixing Academy and study obediently. You can rest assured and do as your brother Jing arranges."
"Whatever you do, don't make him angry."
"Similarly, if you have the opportunity, you should think of a way to get closer to Brother Jing."
"Dad! What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Ning Rongrong immediately understood the implied meaning, her cheeks puffed up like steamed buns, and she retorted loudly.
Seeing their daughter's expression, Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong exchanged a smile and decided to speak frankly.
"Rongrong, you are a girl, and you will get married eventually."
"Dad, look, this oriental mirror is quite nice..."
Ning Fengzhi paused for a moment, then became extremely certain.
"No, he's the best! There's no one else who could be chosen like him!"
Ning Fengzhi spoke with absolute certainty.
Ning Rongrong was stunned and stood there dumbfounded.
Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi asked in confusion, "What? Doesn't Rongrong like your Brother Jing?"
"His talent is unmatched; his father has never seen anyone better than him."
"Besides, her appearance... Rongrong, don't you like it?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but picture Dongfang Jing's cold yet handsome face.
He's much more handsome than Dai Mubai, and even more handsome than Oscar.
Thinking about it that way, it seems... actually quite good, huh?
The more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the rosier her cheeks became, and her heart inexplicably beat faster.
But soon, she thought of Dongfang Yao!
No, Rongrong!
Brother Jing is Yao'er's favorite person!
How could you have such filthy thoughts about your best friend's crush?
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