Douluo's Black Tower

Chapter 58 58. Entrust
Ning Fengzhi glanced at the silent Zhou Ting with a half-smile, and then reminded his precious daughter.

"Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with an unhappy expression.

"Okay, okay, people know it, huh, I know how to push it!"

After that, the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect, with a grimace on her face, slowly inputted her soul power into the gold bracelet on her right hand.

Ning Rongrong, who was 1.6 meters tall, instantly became shorter and now only 1.5 meters tall!

At this time, Ning Rongrong felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. He was hunched over and every step he took was extremely difficult.

Even so, Ning Fengzhi warned dissatisfiedly.

"Rongrong, straighten your back!"

Although Ning Rongrong was reluctant, she still stood up straight.

Zhou Ting looked at the gold bracelet on her hand that could adjust gravity and admired it in her heart.

"Sure enough, soul guides... are the number one productive force in Douluo Continent!"

Then, he thought of Tang San again, thinking of the hidden weapons and mechanisms that he was proud of, and curled his lips in disdain.

"Hidden weapons... I don't even want them if they are given to me for free!"

Zhou Ting glanced at Ning Fengzhi opposite him and felt uncomfortable all over. His feet slipped and he wanted to run away.

"Nephew Zhou Xian, please stay!"

Zhou Ting was sweating from behind, but he was very happy in his heart: Fortunately... If you are not a fellow Taoist, please stay!

He is still young and has not lived enough. He does not want to face the disaster!
Zhou Ting turned around stiffly, faced the old fox Ning Fengzhi head-on again, and asked.

"Uncle Ning...what's the matter?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled broadly and looked very amiable.

But in Zhou Ting's eyes, he was just like a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a chicken.

Although Zhou Ting felt that he was extremely talented, he was not worthy of being called a wise nephew by the master of the Third Sect.

Zhou Ting is still self-aware.

After all, he is just an... ordinary friend of the other party's daughter.

Well, maybe not even friends.

Besides, Zhou Ting didn't have Tang San's profound background, nor did he have the strength or power to impress the other party.

Although the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower of Wuhun can only reach more than 70 levels in its lifetime due to the lack of two floors, it cannot withstand the terrifying effects of other people's auxiliary skills.

Strength, speed, soul power, defense, attack...

The highest level, that is, a seven-ring soul saint like Ning Fengzhi, can add 80% to each item.

That's it, the martial soul is still lacking.

Legend has it that the ancestors of the Ning family had a martial soul from the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, which allowed them to cultivate to the level of a nine-ring titled Douluo.

And the increase in each item is 100%, which is even more terrifying.

Unfortunately, when the martial spirit of the Nine Treasure Glazed Pagoda was passed on later, it was inexplicably incomplete, with only seven floors left.

Even so, the number one auxiliary martial spirit in the mainland is still the Qibao Glazed Pagoda.

In fact, the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit can also identify treasures, so the Ning family is not short of money.

When the two were superimposed, the Qibao Glazed Sect even attracted two titled Douluo.

Having said so much, it can actually be summed up in one sentence.

In front of Ning Fengzhi, Zhou Ting was nothing.

Ning Fengzhi praised him with a gentle tone.

"I heard Ning Ning say that my nephew can go into the Soul Hunting Forest alone at the age of six. He is really... brave!"

Zhou Ting remembered Ning Ke, he was the shopkeeper of Jiubao Soul Material Store.

It was in his shop that year that I sold two kilograms of honey for more than 6 gold coins. To date... I still have more than half of the gold coins left.

It must be said that the purchasing power of gold coins is still very strong.

As for how it was possible to venture into the Soul Hunting Forest alone, Xiao Wu was obviously being protected.

However, there is no need to explain this to him.

Zhou Ting looked puzzled, with a hint of questioning in his tone.

"Uncle Ning...what does this mean?"

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly.

"I hope my nephew doesn't mind. I just want to get to know you better..."

Zhou Ting sat down again and looked at him, no matter how cautious he was before. "Understand me?"

Why do you know him?
You, Ning Fengzhi, are not a beautiful woman!

Zhou Ting's appearance changed, but Ning Fengzhi didn't find it strange.

After all, according to the information he investigated, Zhou Ting went out on his own when he was seven years old. It has been five years now. After going through a lot of things, he should be like this now.

"I just want to...entrust my daughter to you."

Zhou Ting's mouth opened wide and his eyes widened. He was really confused this time.

Entrusted? ! ! !
Is it the entrustment he thought of?
Should I call my father-in-law on the spot? !
Actually, if you think about it carefully, Ning Rongrong is quite good.

Not to mention she's pretty, she's pretty talented, and she's a rich little girl. Apart from being a little undernourished and having a bit of a arrogant personality, everything else is fine.

You won’t suffer any loss if you marry her!
Just when Zhou Ting was debating whether to shout or not, Ning Fengzhi explained with a wry smile.

"After getting along with each other these days, I believe you can also see that Rongrong, this kid... doesn't have perseverance. If you hadn't stimulated her, she would have given up her career long ago. How could she be able to train so hard."

Zhou Ting somewhat understood what "old father-in-law" meant, but he had misunderstood what he meant.

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he was still a little disappointed. Why?

Fortunately, Ning Fengzhi didn't know that Zhou Ting was thinking about his daughter, otherwise he would have been killed.

"I want you to continue practicing with Rongrong!"

Zhou Ting looked hesitant.

Ning Fengzhi asked with a smile.

"What are your concerns, nephew?"

Zhou Ting looked at the hill not far away, wondering.

"I'm afraid someone won't want to!"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment and assured.

"Don't worry, nephew, this is for Rongrong's good. Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu will only be grateful to you and won't embarrass you!"

"OK then!"

After the conversation ended, Zhou Ting also joined the training team.

A white-haired man suddenly appeared next to Ning Fengzhi. He stood upright, like an unsheathed sword.

Just looking at him made my eyes sting.

"Fengzhi, this little guy is not simple!"

Ning Fengzhi thought of Zhou Ting's performance and agreed: "It's not simple, he actually discovered you and Uncle Gu!"

...

The palace, the chamber of secrets.

"His Majesty…"

"Well, you're here, are you ready for the ceremony?"

At this time, Emperor Xueye had taken off his daytime attire and was wearing casual clothes. He looked like an ordinary aristocratic grandfather, with a gentle expression and no trace of sharpness.

There is no anxiety before doing something big.

The old man struggled for a moment, then suddenly knelt down on one knee and said.

"Your Majesty, this old slave has been serving you for decades, I can't just watch you..."

Emperor Xueye waved his hand and interrupted him.

"I know what you are going to say, but I know my situation myself. After becoming the emperor, I neglected my cultivation and could not make any progress..."

His expression was complicated, unwilling, regretful, reluctant, and nostalgic...

"Last time, I didn't save them, and I was tortured by regret..."

The old man quickly comforted him.

"Your Majesty, I can't blame you. You can't save two princes at the same time. Besides... the Tiandou Empire can't live without you!"

"My own body, I know, can't last much longer."

Emperor Xue Ye smiled nonchalantly, as if he was not talking about himself.

"If there is no way, I can't say I can still feel at ease, but I have a way."

"If we don't save him..."

"Beng'er is very scheming and tolerant, but he is a good young man..."

"It's just that he's too young!"

(End of this chapter)