Douluo: My Martial Spirit is Ten Fierce Heavenly Horned Ants

Leaving aside Ning Rongrong's psychological activities, Ning Fengzhi said: "Your Highness Dongqing, there is a long-planned auction tonight, do you have time to go and see it together?"

auctions?

Hearing this, Dong Qing stroked his chin, which was slightly rubbed, and suddenly thought of the income statement he had read not long ago.

【Newspaper 2647 Third Quarter Income Statement】

Compared with the second quarter, the income in the third quarter has increased by [-]%, mainly because the sales of news and newspapers have shown a rapid increase during the competition period of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition.

The total income for this quarter was 500 million gold soul coins, after deducting the profit and dividends due to the local Wuhun branch hall..., and deducting the salary of all staff in the news and newspapers...

In the end, the net profit income was 500 million gold soul coins.

Think about this.

Dong Qing couldn't help thinking to himself. "One quarter is a small goal [[-] million], which is a bit exaggerated!"

But these thoughts in the heart are also a momentary matter.

Dong Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Thank you, Sect Master Ning, for the invitation. I will naturally have time. At that time, I will take Rongrong with me and buy her a small gift. I will treat it as the last time I was in Tiandou." An apology gift for the palace's reckless actions."

The accidental disturbance of the Heaven Dou Palace last time did cause a lot of trouble to Ning Rongrong, and Dong Qing did have the idea of ​​making it up to her.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said: "Your Highness Dongqing, you don't have to be so polite, and Rongrong didn't mean to blame you, why bother to buy any gifts..."

Before the words finished, Ning Rongrong jumped out and stood in front of Dong Qing.

"Who said that, Dad, don't talk nonsense. What happened last time made me very angry, very angry. In short... if Dongqing doesn't buy me a gift, I will never forgive him." Ning Rongrong Forcibly interrupted.

Ning Rongrong was born to be the favored child of heaven. As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she has already enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world. She doesn't care about gifts, but an attitude.

"Hahaha... As an elder, it is not easy for me to participate in the affairs of young people. Your Highness Dongqing, see you at the auction house tonight. I believe that this trip to the auction house and the treasures prepared by the auction house will never let you You are disappointed."

Ning Fengzhi was amused by Ning Rongrong's actions, and then almost made it clear that the auction item was not easy.

"Won't let me down? It seems that this time, the auction items prepared by Tiandou Auction House are not simple, and most people can't digest them. I have to go." Dong Qing secretly thought.

the other side.

After Ning Fengzhi explained a few words to Ning Rongrong, when he was about to leave, he suddenly turned around and said, "Your Highness Dongqing, I hope that one day, I can hear you call me differently."

A different name?Want to call me father-in-law?

It is undeniable that Dongqing is indeed a little playful, but he never plays with women's feelings, and he will be responsible when he is responsible.

"Please rest assured, Sect Master Ning, there will be such a day." Dong Qing nodded seriously.

After hearing Dong Qing's serious words, Ning Fengzhi didn't say anything.

He took a deep look at Dong Qing and Ning Rongrong, then turned around and disappeared with Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong who appeared behind him at some unknown time.

ten minutes later.

Ning Rongrong, who was being held by Dong Qing all the time, didn't know what she thought of, suddenly her face turned dark, and then she forcibly broke free from his hand.

"Hey! Dongqing, can you stop being so confident, do you think you are handsome? Did I promise you something? Just make a blind promise with my dad here!" Ning Rongrong stomped her feet and said.

"Rongrong, don't you like me?" Dong Qing grabbed Ning Rongrong's hand again, and even took her into his arms.

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips, and said angrily: "Of course I don't like it, you scumbag, having Lingling is not enough, yet you dare to lie to me!"

When she was speaking, a hint of cunning flashed quietly in the depths of her pupils, it seemed that it was not that simple.

And I don't know if she did it on purpose, she clearly said she didn't like it, but she didn't have any dislike for Dong Qing holding her waist.

seriously.

Normally speaking, Ning Rongrong would never like a man like Dongqing who has many women around her. What she pursues is perfect love, love with one heart and one mind.

But... the world is unpredictable. The original fate line of Douluo Dalu has now been completely disrupted by Dong Qing.

It's like when we were young, we basically talked about what we want to be when we grow up. In fact, in the end, we can only succumb to the reality of many things and barely make a choice that suits us.

And this is fate. In this world, many people are doomed to succumb to fate.

Without Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Ning Rongrong alone, with her little witch personality, it is impossible to stay in Shrek Academy, and naturally it is impossible to look at another food system soul master.

Some fates need time and chances. When time and chances are gone, this fate will naturally disappear silently.

In fact, Ning Rongrong didn't like Dongqing too much, and she couldn't help it, compared to other princes and nobles, as well as those direct blood disciples of the upper three sects.

Dongqing's private life, at least she can still see it, but Ning Rongrong really can't bear other people's private life, she doesn't see women as human beings at all.

"Rongrong, my..."

Just when Dong Qing didn't know what to say, a familiar Ye Lingling suddenly appeared behind him.

"Rongrong, Your Highness Dongqing, it's not good, you guys come with me quickly, right in front, Tang San and Yanzi are about to fight!"

Ye Lingling's voice was a bit cold, but it sounded very nice.

At this time, she was very beautiful, with a graceful figure, facial features, and stunning beauty. She was wearing a snow-white white silk slim dress with long hair hanging around her waist, giving people a soft and noble feeling.

At the same time, she has a very special temperament, like an ice lotus in the mysterious snowy land, aloof and arrogant, glamorous and charming, like a little fairy descending to earth.

The body is delicate and soft, not too much, not too little, twisting freely, with icy muscles and fine bones, the body curve is completely in the golden ratio, and there is no trace of flaws, as if carefully designed by the heavens.

Especially the two crystal clear and slender beautiful legs, which are even more round and strong, gently swinging under the slim long skirt, under the skirt, the snow-white calf is looming.

At this time, her slightly pursed red lips were like a plump cherry, which looked sweet and delicious, and there was a feeling that people couldn't help but want to taste it carefully.

But at this moment, the words Ye Lingling said made Dong Qing confused.

fight?Dugu Yan and Tang San fight?How could the two of them fight?

at this time.

When Ning Rongrong heard that her sister Duguyan was being bullied, she didn't bother to tease Dongqing anymore, and said angrily: "His grandma, Tang San, that stinky shameless, dare to bully Yanyan, let's go, Lingling, let's go now!" Go beat him up."

Done.

She directly grabbed Ye Lingling's hand and rushed forward, and at the same time, she didn't forget to grab the big treasure Dongqing.

Ning Rongrong is a very smart woman, she knows very well that with Dongqing by her side, there are very few people on this continent who dare to bully her.

Since I can't find a man in my life who I like and who is single-minded to me, then give me a man who protects me and cares about me!

This is Ning Rongrong's final bottom line.