Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 10 Three people are also welcome, check in at the Rose Hotel

I don’t know if it’s because it’s too big, but Zhu Zhuqing looks a little silly.

Originally, Feng Yan could have avoided getting dizzy and could have found a safe place by forcing himself to consume his original soul power.

But no matter what, the fact that Zhu Zhuqing can come back shows that she is a good person, so Feng Yan is naturally willing to entrust her to him.

Otherwise, he would not be able to suppress the toxicity and would have to return to Tiandou City immediately to continue exploiting the little angel.

When the invincible sword demon woke up again, it was already night.

Feng Yan was so shameless that he didn't feel embarrassed at all when he lay on the little girl's back.

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing was kneeling on the side of the road vomiting with Feng Yan on her back.

"You smell of blood... Did you dispose of the body? Is this your first time killing someone?"

After wiping the dirt from the corner of his mouth, Zhu Zhuqing recited Feng Yan again, and then said, "Well... I chopped that man into pieces and threw him into the wolf pack, so your sword moves will not be exposed."

Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's pale face, Feng Yan felt sorry for the girl and said, "Put me down. If you are tired, just take a rest."

"No need. Your Majesty's body... is very light."

After saying that, Zhu Zhuqing wiped the corner of her mouth and stood up easily with her back to Feng Yan.

"Oh, I forgot about that..."

Feng Yan was weak and didn't want to talk much, but he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "How is it? The number one man in the world is not as heroic and domineering as you imagined, right?"

The steps towards Soto City paused, and Zhu Zhuqing said as he walked: "The legendary sword demon can only win, and most people say it is like the wind of freedom."

This evaluation is objective, but it is not Zhu Zhuqing's evaluation, but a rumor in the eyes of the world.

After so many years, Feng Yan himself is also very self-aware: "Either they praise me to death, or they scold me to death. They either say I am strong or scold me for being a slut."

"No, the Sword Demon is the Sword Demon. At least the Wind Sword is not the title given to His Majesty."

Feng Yan could see the determination in Zhu Zhuqing's shaking of her head, but he smiled.

"'Sword Demon' is my respect for the sword. Qian Daoliu wanted to give me the title 'Wind Sword', but I refused. Anyway, the old man couldn't beat me with pure sword skills. If you lose, you have to agree."

Free Wind is not what Feng Yan wants. He is just a pure martial arts fanatic. His only goal is to become strong, and being competitive is just a process and a result.

Combining what she had seen, Zhu Zhuqing roughly understood what kind of person Feng Yan was.

To put it bluntly, the girl denied the world's evaluation of Feng Yan, believing that the word "Sword Demon" was really Feng Yan, and not that he was originally a playboy like "Feng Jian".

Maybe she didn't know Qian Daoliu and was wondering who the old man was. Zhu Zhuqing was a cold-tempered girl, so she didn't say a word while walking on the road.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment until she seemed to remember something.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, the sword is broken..." Zhu Zhuqing finally took out the small sword from her arms with difficulty and handed it to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan took the sword and threw it away without even looking at it. "It's not a big deal. It's just the cheapest decorative sword. It's strange that it doesn't break."

The strange thing was that Zhu Zhuqing didn't care much about Feng Yan. She ran back and picked up the small sword. This time she held it in her own hand.

"If Your Majesty doesn't want to be blamed by your girlfriend, you should take her back and explain yourself."

This made Feng Yan confused, and he even ignored the fact that Zhu Zhuqing misunderstood that Ning Rongrong was his girlfriend.

"Why?"

As they walked, Zhu Zhuqing held the small sword in front of Feng Yan.

"The hilt and scabbard are quite worn, but the seams of the blade are spotless. With such care, it must be the owner's favorite item."

Feng Yan nodded, agreeing with Zhu Zhuqing's words, but denied his relationship with Ning Rongrong.

"Your guess is correct. Rongrong has been carrying this thing with her since she was a child. It seems that she really can't throw it away. But Rongrong is not my girlfriend. She is just a little brat who ran away from home."

The girl carrying him walked more slowly, but her expression seemed relaxed for some reason.

"Your Majesty truly loves her. So how should I explain to her what happened just now?"

爱不爱护她风言不知道，时常想揍宁荣荣，碍于住她家欠了份人情，一直没下手是真的。

However, Feng Yan spoke without hesitation to fool Ning Rongrong: "Just say that I poisoned him to death. I ran too fast and fainted due to exhaustion."

“Well...it seems like he’s really tired..." At least on the surface, Zhu Zhuqing felt that Feng Yan really seemed to be tired.

"It's nothing. Just remember not to reveal my real identity."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded solemnly and agreed, but couldn't help asking, "But how did you become like this?"

"Oh, don't use honorifics, it's awkward... My name is Yan Feng now. Hehe, isn't this name direct enough? As for why it's like this... Actually it's not a big deal, it's just poisoning, there's no cure."

The girl just paused without saying a word, "Well. How about calling His Majesty Young Master Yan?"

“…Okay.” Feng Yan had no objection, but was a little surprised.

"But your reaction is quite surprising to me. Even a Titled Douluo might not be in a better mood than you."

Zhu Zhuqing's answer was so calm that Feng Yan was shocked. "Everyone will face death in the end. If you can live like Master Yan, then you will die a worthy death no matter when."

Looking at the torches gathering in the distance, Feng Yan knew that Ning Rongrong had arrived.

Before Ning Rongrong arrived, he sighed: "Girl, you are better than me. No matter how strong my sword is... it can't break through the mortal world. I am not as clear as you..."

"When I was your age, the only things on my mind besides fighting, practicing and sleeping." As Feng Yan finished speaking, Ning Rongrong, who was sweating and gasping for breath, rushed over from the front.

"Oh my god...you bastard...are you not dead...oh my god...you are running yourself to death..."

Seeing that Feng Yan was awake and looking at her with contempt, Ning Rongrong relaxed.

Ning Rongrong slipped and fell on her butt, sitting on the ground.

Ning Rongrong didn't call the wrong person a "dog thing", because Feng Yan was a real bad guy.

He blinked his eyes and said calmly, "Rongrong, I'm hungry. If you don't treat me to a good meal, I will put skunk potion in your room tonight."

Ning Rongrong: "I..."

……

It was already late at night after the city guards were sent away. The rich young woman Ning Rongrong kept her word and took Feng Yan out for a big dinner.

During the process, Zhu Zhuqing told about her mental journey of coming back to save Feng Yan, as well as the words Feng Yan had made up to fool Ning Rongrong.

Of course Feng Yan himself added the story about the small sword. Feng Yan said that he was so angry that he chopped Bu Le a few more times, and then it broke.

"Ah!!" Ning Rongrong screamed while holding her beloved little sword, her face full of fear.

He even tried to piece the broken end back together, but unfortunately, nothing went right and the sword head hung on the dining table with a snap, and it was completely hopeless.

Feng Yan picked his teeth, patted Ning Rongrong on the shoulder and consoled her: "Oh! This thing can be bought with three Silver Soul coins, don't take it too seriously~"

"It was so broken that I almost threw it away." If Feng Yan hadn't added this sentence, the matter might have passed.

Now, Ning Rongrong stared at Feng Yan, making him feel creepy.

"If...if I really threw it away, what would you do?" Feng Yan asked subconsciously.

"If you throw it away, you will have no place to make medicine anymore."

These words were said extremely calmly, totally inconsistent with the little witch's usual temperament.

Feng Yan glanced at Zhu Zhuqing and realized that she had guessed it right. He gave her a big thumbs up in his heart.

Feng Yan knew Ning Rongrong too well, and immediately understood what she wanted to do, "Well, you must burn down my pharmacy and drive me out of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, right?"

"Oh my, your brain sometimes works well." Ning Rongrong yawned and carefully put away the broken sword.

Ning Rongrong seemed to be just as Zhu Zhuqing said, she only cared about whether it was thrown away or not.

But Feng Yan was still curious and asked, "Hiss... You didn't blame me for using your sword to chop people?"

"If it were me, I would also have to chop twice with my sword. Isn't it normal that you can chop?" Ning Rongrong had a matter-of-fact expression again.

But this time she rolled her eyes coquettishly, which made the little witch Ning Rongrong look a little cute.

It would have been really cute if the little witch hadn't changed the subject.

"Besides, how can you owe me such a big favor if you don't chop it? I'm telling you, if you don't get me a good sword, this matter will not end!"

After saying that, the little devil waved his little fist in front of Feng Yan, scaring the invincible sword demon so much that he shrank his head.

After all, this little witch really knows how to throw a few punches, and Chen Xin and Gu Rong have the most say in this matter.

Feng Yan could only mutter in a low voice: "Tsk, you have a sword in your heart, why do you have to be so nice..."

He always complained that the sword was inferior to his own, and when he was asked to spend money, he said he didn't want the sword.

In other words, Ning Rongrong didn't hear it, otherwise Bang Bang would have punched Feng Yan twice.

Ning Rongrong was so tired and sleepy at the moment, so she asked impatiently, "Have you finished eating? Come with me to book a hotel after you finish eating. I'm so sleepy and I need to take a shower..."

After glancing at Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong seemed to completely ignore her, stood up and walked towards the cashier counter.

"You know how much I can eat?" Following Ning Rongrong, Feng Yan spread his hands to show that he was weak.

After that, she added in a flattering tone: "What kind of shabby place is this? Do we need Lady Ning to pay the bill in person?"

"What time is it? It's good enough that there's a store open." Ning Rongrong paid the bill and said with contempt, "How could I not know you? I'm afraid you'll die if you eat a few more bites. If you collapse here again, I'll have to find a doctor for you overnight."

"Yes, yes, yes! Miss Ning, where are you planning to take me to live~"

A real man can stretch and shrink. No matter how much money Qian Daoliu borrowed, Feng Yan was poor. Isn't this what it means to be with a rich woman?

Looking listlessly outside the restaurant door, Ning Rongrong casually pointed at a hotel diagonally.

"That's it, the Rose Hotel, it's close and I'm too lazy to run."

At this time, Feng Yanquan had no idea what a hotel could do. He took the lead to clear the way for the young rich woman and even took on the responsibility of commanding and thinking.

There are some problems with the direction of thinking, "It's already this late... Forget it, three people are fine, even if there is only one room!"

With curved eyes, Feng Yan gave Zhu Zhuqing a silly smile, making the child's face turn red.

Then he personally opened the door of the restaurant, stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Miss Ning, please!"

Ning Rongrong was so sleepy that she could hardly open her eyes, but she couldn't help but retort, "Virtue... who can you beat? You're just daydreaming."

(End of this chapter)