Douluo Dalu: Opening Sign to the Flame Princess

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in the afternoon,

Zhao Ming and Ning Rongrong were sitting comfortably on a lawn in the back mountain of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Zhao Ming lay gently on Baby Rongrong's long legs and enjoyed it a little.

"My family's Rongrong's legs are too soft." Zhao Ming couldn't help sighing. Rongrong's long legs were tender and tender, like a child's skin.

"Then, which one is more comfortable?" Ning Rongrong keenly grasped the words in Zhao Ming's words and asked.

"Ahem, of course it's my Rongrong." Zhao Ming smiled and held Ning Rongrong's small hand.

"Hmph. I don't believe it." Ning Rongrong pouted a little arrogantly, but there was a sweet smile in his eyes.

"Zhao Ming, do you think I will get pregnant? I always feel a little scared..." Ning Rongrong glanced at Zhao Ming, then rubbed his belly without a trace of fat, and his cheeks were slightly red. She hasn't taken any protection these days, and her body has always been well maintained. If she just hit it...

"If there is, I'll marry you right away. Anyway, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is very close to Shrek Academy." Zhao Ming smiled, he didn't know whether his baby Rongrong was pregnant or not. He is not a god, how could he know this. However, he still hopes to come back later, otherwise, he will not be able to wave again in the future.

When you have a child, you have a responsibility, and you can't do whatever you want like now. Although his baby Xiao Wu is pregnant with his child, after all Xiao Wu is a soul beast cultivator, and the pregnancy time will be very long. If Rongrong won the lottery, it would be bad.

"I don't want to get pregnant so soon," Ning Rongrong said softly. Although she really wanted to give birth to a baby for Zhao Ming. But not now. Now she's still young, and she hasn't had enough fun. And now Zhao Ming still has a lot of things to do. She is pregnant, and he will be distracted. She didn't want to trouble Zhao Ming because of these trivial matters.

"Then let's do protection in the future. When you grow up, don't do it." Zhao Ming said. It seems that he has to pay attention to this issue in the future.

After all, he has a lot of wives. Every day, someone always wins.

"Well, it's all your fault." Ning Rongrong blushed and punched Zhao Ming lightly, but it was soft, like a massage.

"It's not that my family Rongrong is too beautiful. She looks like a fairy, and I can't hold it." Zhao Ming smiled, sat up from Ning Rongrong's lap, and pulled Ning Rongrong up.

Because he noticed that someone was coming, he didn't want his family Rongrong to be wearing a skirt, such a gentle and pleasant appearance for others to see.

"Miss Rongrong, Young Master Zhao Ming." After a while, a disciple dressed in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School came over and bowed respectfully to them.

"What's going on?" Zhao Ming frowned and asked.

"Someone outside the door is clamoring to see the sect master, saying that there is something very important to dedicate to the sect master. Because the sect master has recently retreated and no guests, so he is clamoring to see the young lady again." The disciple lowered his head and said.

"What's that person's name?" Zhao Ming asked curiously.

"That person seems to be called Tang San."

"What? Tang San?" Zhao Ming was stunned, a little surprised.

"I see, you go down first. By the way, let him wait outside first, and then you must remember not to mention my name. Don't let him know that I am here, otherwise..." Zhao Ming said lightly . He had already thought of what Tang San was here for.

Tang San, nine times out of ten, came to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to sell his hidden weapons.

In the original book, because of Ning Rongrong, Ning Fengzhi took the initiative to approach Tang San to buy his hidden weapon. But now, Tang San obviously couldn't wait.

Tang San, Tang San, before I went to find you, you took the initiative to send it to the door.

"Tang San? What is he doing here? I'm going to drive him out." Ning Rongrong heard Tang San's name, her pretty face darkened on the spot, she had learned about Tang San and Zhao Ming's grievance these days, and she naturally felt a little bit towards him. dissatisfied.

Tang San has a grudge against Zhao Ming,

Wanting to see her father is a fool's dream.

"Don't. Wait..." Zhao Ming pulled Ning Rongrong over and whispered quietly with his lips attached to Ning Rongrong's ear.

"Oh, how are you?" Ning Rongrong smiled and looked at Zhao Ming with beautiful eyes. Zhao Ming was really bad, if he did this, Tang San wouldn't be so angry.

But Tang San was so bad, he deserved to be mad.

Zhao Ming hated Tang San, so she naturally hated Tang San.

"Then I'll go and steal Dad's token now." Ning Rongrong smiled lightly, then walked towards Ning Fengzhi's study. As the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, how could she not know these things.

"Okay, then maybe I can give my father-in-law a big gift." Zhao Ming said cheerfully. With him around, Tang San still wants to sell his hidden weapon? When he is a decoration? He wanted Tang San to lose all the pants left.

Zhao Ming thought, feeling a little relieved. He had already figured out how to trick Tang San.

When he gave Ning Fengzhi so many hidden weapons, Ning Fengzhi would probably be very happy. Rongrong can also have hidden weapons for self-defense in the future.

"Where is this country bumpkin? He still wants to meet the sect master and the young lady? Does he think the sect master and the young lady are so easy to meet?"

"That's it. It's a virtue not to pee and take care of yourself."

A group of disciples from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School gathered in front of Tang San, their eyes full of disdain.

A person who had never heard of them coming to see their sect master and young lady, if it wasn't for his talent, they wouldn't have reported it, and they would have driven Tang San out.

"Hmph, a dog's eyes look low." Tang San glared coldly. How could these disciples know the subtlety of the hidden weapon in his hand. When the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect comes, he will definitely respect him. These disciples might even lick him after a while.

"Yo, you're still looking up?" A disciple looked at Tang San with disdain. It's a joke for such a person to still want to see the sect master and the eldest lady.

The rest of the disciples looked at Tang San and smiled disdainfully.

A few days ago, Young Master Zhao Ming also broke in like this. Zhao Ming's strength is very strong, and they can't beat him. But what kind of thing is Tang San, they have never heard of it, how dare such a jerk dare to speak to them like that? Such a waste also wants to see Miss?

"What kind of thing are you, you dare to speak to me like that?" Li looked at Tang San and kicked Tang San fiercely. He is an elite disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, what is he like Tang San? He hadn't even heard of Tang San's name, what kind of big man could he be? A few days ago, he was beaten by Zhao Ming and was seen by the Sect Master. He was so angry that he naturally wanted to vent on Tang San.

Tang San gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his slender nails sank deeply into his palm.

He really wanted to punch the cocky guy in front of him, but he knew he couldn't now. This is the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. If he does it, he will leave a bad impression on the higher-ups of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He is here to do business, not to cause trouble.

"After a while, when the high-level officials of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrive, I will become the VIP of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. At that time, I will be able to slap the face of this group of idiots."

"They will pay the price."

Tang San said in his heart, his eyes full of gloom, and a little firm.

"Trash is trash, I don't even dare to resist." Li glanced at Tang San and kicked him again, making Tang San get out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's gate.