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

Chapter 126: The little witch washes her eyes everyday, and is stolen by Ye Lingling on the spot
At this time, in the same hotel, the windows of another room were wide open.

Feng Yan took the initiative to use his ability to hear the wind and sat quietly in the room. He listened to Yu Xiaogang's screams, then he suppressed his nausea and closed the window, blocking his hearing.

He pushed the wheelchair to the bedside, used his ice spirit power to pat Ning Rongrong's little face, and called out, "Wake up."

"Yan Feng...what's happening to me?!" As soon as she woke up, Ning Rongrong took a quick look at the environment and sat up suddenly.

Her face suddenly turned red, her hands clenched the bed sheets tightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

"Should we go back to the sect and discuss with Dad... and decide on the marriage..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes were wandering, lingering between her own collar and Yan Feng, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

With Feng Yan's hearing ability, he naturally heard it, but he didn't understand what happened to Ning Rongrong, "What marriage? Between me and Zhu Qing? Don't talk too far away. The most important thing right now is cultivation."

Feng Yan woke Ning Rongrong up for only one purpose. After saying that cultivation was more important, he immediately asked, "How is the practice of Guanzizai Magic Eye going?"

"what?"

Ning Rongrong's little brain moved, and in just a moment, she had simulated the entire process of her life, from being cheated on by 'Yan Feng', getting pregnant out of wedlock, raising a child alone, and finally dying in depression.

Then she realized a shocking fact.

That is, her waist and legs didn't hurt, her whole body was normal, and her clothes were intact.

Ning Rongrong couldn't stand this kind of situation anymore, and her little face was immediately filled with shame and anger.

"Yan Feng! Go to hell!" Ning Rongrong grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at Yan Feng randomly.

Feng Yan was helpless and puzzled, he raised his hand to block, "Fuck you, what are you doing! Did I provoke you?!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Ning Rongrong felt that the atmosphere was already like this and she was sweating profusely, so she might as well go all the way!
Zhu Zhuqing was not there, and there was only an ice-cold woman in the room, and a little orange cat that was crawling in and out of her clothes and was now lying on Xuedi's shoulder watching the fun.

Zhu Zhuqing doesn’t care, so what is Ning Rongrong afraid of?
Afraid of a piece of ice and a cat? Impossible!

The little witch just didn't believe it. With her skills, she couldn't catch the cricket 'Yan Feng'?
Ning Rongrong stopped smashing things. She knelt on the bed and pointed her index finger at Yan Feng viciously, "Just wait for me!"

After saying that, Ning Rongrong rushed out.

"What? Do you want to go back to your room to sleep?" Seeing Ning Rongrong suddenly gritting her teeth, Feng suddenly felt overwhelmed.

"Take a shower!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ning Rongrong slammed the bathroom door shut.

Listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Feng Yan scratched his head.

"What's going on? Do you have to take a shower here? You didn't practice well, and you got nervous and sweaty when I asked you questions. Can't wait to take a shower?"

Feng Yan thought that he might have asked too seriously and wondered if he had scared Ning Rongrong, which was why she acted so abnormally.

Pushing the wheelchair to the sofa, Feng Yan quietly faced the wall, closed his eyes and began to deduce how to kill Yu Xiaoqiang.

The reason why I asked Ning Rongrong how she practiced the Avalokitesvara Magic Eye was because Ning Rongrong could be the key and unexpected trump card.

"How about being gentle and making her behave herself?" Feng Yan felt that he couldn't delay things.

...

Soon, Ning Rongrong came out of the bathroom.

Ning Rongrong, wrapped in a bath towel, was originally very shy, and the blush on her face spread to her chest.

However, as soon as she came out of the bathroom, the fire in Ning Rongrong's heart was mostly extinguished.

If 'Yan Feng' could break into the bathroom, that would naturally be a perfect time to lure someone into a trap.

If "Yan Feng" is in front of the bathroom door, that would be a good location to lure the snake out of its hole.

If Yan Feng watched her walk out, then at best he would be the one who treated her best.

No matter which one it was, Ning Rongrong had already thought of a countermeasure. It was just that she needed to be more proactive.

However, Yan Feng remained calm and composed, and was actually resting his eyes seriously. His behavior was very polite and there was nothing wrong with him.

But in this case, it's obvious that the more polite you are, the more problematic you are!
Ning Rongrong was so angry that she immediately threw away the bath towel and sat down heavily on the sofa. She wanted to see if this 'Yan Feng' was really aroused.

"Rongrong, are you tired of fighting?" Yan Feng, who still had his eyes closed and did not turn around, spoke in a very gentle tone this time.

"Ah..." At this moment, the naked Ning Rongrong's heart beat into her throat.

That kind of tenderness is something Yan Feng would never give her on a normal day. Now in this situation, Ning Rongrong's heart was beating wildly as if it had been hit, as if there was an extremely gentle and warm current gently soothing her body from bottom to top.

With a yearning and trepidation in her heart, Ning Rongrong stared at Yan Feng's back and expressed her determination, "I'm not tired... I can hold on!"

"Persist?" Feng Yan felt that he understood, and continued to speak gently, "You need to combine work and rest. If you haven't succeeded yet, there's no need to rush. If you go crazy, it won't be beautiful."

What Feng Yan was talking about was naturally the Avalokitesvara Demon Eye. He still thought that Ning Rongrong had not yet mastered it, and he was worried.

However, in Ning Rongrong's view, his gentle and considerate words were like "Yan Feng" saying: Don't be in a hurry, take your time, as dry wood and overheated fire can easily hurt people.

Although Ning Rongrong understood the meaning, she still felt a little aggrieved. She wondered why he was so familiar with her.
On second thought, he felt that it was he who tied Zhu Zhuqing tightly to him with his own hands, and he felt even more wronged.

It was obviously Ning Rongrong who came first!

Whether it's wanting to be with Yan Feng or preparing so many beautiful clothes for the person I like for the first time.

She had already fled to Shrek with Yan Feng, and was about to enjoy their days together, but they were stolen by a little black cat.

In the past, Ning Rongrong could still find excuses, saying that Yan Feng was not a combat soul master and that it was against the rules of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect for them to be together.

Now that Yan Feng is so powerful, and he is indeed the son of the Sword Demon, is Ning Rongrong afraid of hurting Zhu Zhuqing?

Being sisters, how can it not be doing it?!

Ning Rongrong pressed Zhu Zhuqing on the bed, and Zhu Zhuqing pressed Ning Rongrong on the bed, no matter which one, they are sisters!
Sitting on the sofa, Ning Rongrong's face turned red as blood due to indignation.

Fortunately, she was right behind Yan Feng, who still had his eyes closed, waiting for Ning Rongrong's answer.

But this seemed to give Ning Rongrong courage, and she hurriedly took out a short, thin black suspender dress and a pair of ultra-thin black high-waisted pantyhose made of excellent fabric, brand new and unopened, from her space soul guide.

She only had these two items, so she placed them beside her legs and put on the easiest black suspender dress first.

Then, she stretched out her naked white feet, rolled the sofa's ultra-thin black high-waisted pantyhose into a tube, stretched her soft and delicate toes to the bottom, and then used both hands to grab the base of the stockings and slowly pulled them up.

The ultra-thin black stockings climbed up along her fair skin, and Ning Rongrong slowly smoothed the surface of the stockings with her jade hands.

Ning Rongrong gently stroked her own legs, which looked very fresh and smooth when covered with stockings.

When she pulled her pantyhose up to her waist, she had to lift the hem of her skirt a little.

The black stockings formed a sharp contrast with her fair and smooth skin. With a "snap", the cuffs of the high-waisted stockings fit over her slender waist.

When the smooth stockings fit tightly against her slender long legs, Ning Rongrong was confident that her legs would be completely overwhelmed by sexiness.

She tightened her small feet in stockings, stepped back and placed them on the ground.

At least Ning Rongrong felt that this graceful and attractive curve was the most beautiful scenery in the world. Her two legs faintly revealed the delicate flesh color in the hazy black.

For some reason, Ning Rongrong, who was about to get up, felt her legs go limp and she sat sideways on the floor with her knees bent.

Bending her knees like this makes her long, slender, sexy and enchanting white legs even more seductive.

Wrapped in black ultra-thin stockings, the high-quality stockings shine so breathtakingly under the dim afterglow of the light.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Ning Rongrong's reply, Feng Yan finally lost his patience, opened his eyes and looked back to see this scene.

Ning Rongrong, who was sitting sideways on the floor, was delighted to see that he was finally willing to look at her. Her little hand immediately rested on her soft, boneless ankle.

"Yanfeng, do my legs look good?"

To be honest, Feng Yan didn’t look at the legs at first, his brows suddenly crossed.

There's nothing special about it. Not long ago, a certain girl became Ning Rongrong, and she looked roughly like this.

It can be said that the memories in Feng Yan's mind were intertwined at this moment.

After all, Ning Rongrong is not that guy, so Feng Yan cannot blame Ning Rongrong.

So Feng Yan turned his wheelchair around and lifted up his trouser legs, revealing his feet that were the envy of all women but were now powerless to move.

"Not as pretty as mine." Feng Yan teased.

When Yan Feng lifted up his trouser legs, Ning Rongrong couldn't move her eyes away. Seeing such a stark contrast, even though Ning Rongrong felt indignant, she couldn't help swallowing the tears that rose in her throat.

I was thinking of using something like a belt, rope, chain, etc. to put it around Yan Feng's ankles.

After finally suppressing this evil thought, Ning Rongrong mustered up the courage to move closer to Yan Feng and raised her little feet wrapped in black stockings.

After Rourou stepped on Feng Yan's instep, Ning Rongrong looked into Feng Yan's eyes and smiled nervously, "But...but, I'm wearing stockings!"

What Ning Rongrong meant was, of course: Don’t you like dressing like this the most?

The black-veined warm jade is nice, but it's a pity that it's not the right time.

Ning Rongrong has her own face, while Feng Yan is calm and unhurried.

"Really?" Feng Yan said with a wicked smile, pulling up his trouser legs a little higher, revealing the black color that all men have, "I have it too!"

Ning Rongrong's breathing stagnated, she blinked, and said in disbelief: "Legs...leg hair?!"

"Just tell me, is it? And it's silver!" Feng Yan even raised his trouser legs and shook them.

Men who die are all young. Ning Rongrong has no way of understanding this for the time being, but Yan Feng is still so naive.

Ning Rongrong raised her little fist and bit it from her knuckles to her teeth.

"I don't care about you anymore!"

Ning Rongrong leaped up, activated the Jade Girl Heart Sutra and flew up. It was unclear whether there was anger or something else in her eyes. She tried to drop from the sky like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, bent her knees and lay sideways in Yan Feng's arms.

However, how good is Mr. Feng's eyesight?

He determined Ning Rongrong's falling angle and posture almost in an instant.

He could have tolerated Ning Rongrong stepping on him, but now that he was being posted so closely, Feng Yan couldn't stand it anymore.

At least tonight, he didn't really want to get close to Ning Rongrong's face.

So, when Ning Rongrong was at the best moment to jump up, Feng Yan moved his hands and the wheelchair immediately moved back a position.

Feng Yan then controlled Xue Di's body and caught Ning Rongrong steadily.

"Eh?"

In Ning Rongrong's opinion, Bingkuai's 'unauthorized action' was already too much. Was Yanfeng serious about pushing the wheelchair backwards? !
"Rongrong, it doesn't matter if you haven't practiced the Avalokitesvara Magic Eye well. Do you have to act like a spoiled child in front of me? I'm just asking, I don't blame you. If you're tired, go back to sleep."

Feng Yan still felt that Ning Rongrong was trying to get away with it by being cute, and that she was doing all this because she had not practiced the Avalokitesvara Magic Eye well.

"No ..."

Ning Rongrong was anxious. She stretched out her hand to Yan Feng, trying to struggle to escape from the arms of Ice Cube.

However, Ice Cube moved too quickly, and in the blink of an eye he had already walked out of the room carrying Ning Rongrong.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Rongrong found herself lying flat on the bed in her room.

"Ahhh! Yan Feng! Go to hell!"

Lie down where you fell. After a moment of madness, Ning Rongrong finally buried her head under the pillow. She didn't care even though she was wearing black stockings and her raised butt was exposed.

The actions just now in Yan Feng's room had already exhausted all of Ning Rongrong's courage. She was really still a sharp sword that had never been unsheathed and had never shed blood, so how could she dare to act recklessly?
...

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing live in the same room. Although Zhu Zhuqing almost always lives in Feng Yan's room, it does not prevent the two rooms from being door to door.

Almost at the same time when Ning Rongrong was carried into her room by Xue Di, Ye Lingling happened to walk towards Yan Feng's room from the hotel corridor and coincidentally saw Ning Rongrong struggling.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong's attire was very different from when she left with Yan Feng, Ye Lingling couldn't help but feel her heart beating fast.

However, Dugu Yan said that an apology needs to be sincere, and empty words will not do.

So Ye Lingling still mustered up the courage to stand in front of Yan Feng's door and gently knocked on the already open door.

Feng Yan had naturally seen Ye Lingling a long time ago.

She was still wearing the same pair of bright silver stiletto high heels, but the difference was that her long legs were wrapped in a pair of pure white and holy stockings.

The blue and purple dress was like the one the girl next door wore, simple, plain and inconspicuous, but it just covered Ye Lingling's slender and round thighs, complementing Ye Lingling's temperament.

This attire is in stark contrast to the tight-fitting outfit that Ye Lingling's fighting spirit wears.

What attracted Feng Yan's attention even more was the pure white stockings on Ye Lingling's legs that were as thin as a cicada's wing.

Under the dim light, it seemed as if it had merged into Ye Lingling's body.

If you don't look closely, how would you know that thin layer of haziness is so beautiful?
Unlike Ning Rongrong, Ye Lingling is a fruit that has just ripened and fallen to the ground. Her unique charm makes Feng Yan unable to take his eyes off her.

The already perfect legs looked even more delicate and charming after Ye Lingling's careful dressing, which made Feng Yan stare at them intently and refused to look away, because he was about to cry.

"Why are you here? But that's great, let me hug you!"

Seeing Feng Yan opening his arms towards her, with an aggrieved look on his face and a look as if he was about to cry, Ye Lingling suddenly felt panic and pity in her heart.

"What's wrong? Did your father scold you?" Ye Lingling had never seen Yan Feng so sad before, and it was even more unimaginable for him to actively seek comfort.

Graceful stringed instrument music came into the room, and Ye Lingling leaned on Feng Yan's thigh.

It’s not that she didn’t want to hug Yan Feng, but he was still in a wheelchair, and Ye Lingling really couldn’t hug him.

Feng knew that Ye Lingling didn't know the truth, so she said "father".

But Feng Yan felt really aggrieved, "Of course not! I need to clean my eyes! My body and mind need to be reshaped!"

Although she didn't know why Yan Feng acted like this, Ye Lingling still stuck closer to him.

However, Feng Yan realized a problem, "Lingling, you are here, the fighting spirit arena should be over, why hasn't Zhu Qing come back?"

"Sister Zhuqing seems to have gone to fight with that Tang San." Ye Lingling said what she knew, "It seems that it is not over yet. Yanzi heard about it and insisted on going to take a look."

"Is that so?" After Ye Lingling said this, Feng Yan roughly understood that Zhu Zhuqing was helping him teach Tang San a lesson.

Knowing that Zhu Zhuqing was not in danger, Feng Yan pleaded, "Lingling, can you stay with me and chat for a while? I just met a man who is neither male nor female, and now I feel like something is wrong with me."

Feng Yan didn't think much about it. He just wanted to chat more with the beautiful doctor to comfort his wounded heart.

Ye Lingling didn't know what it was like to be neither male nor female, but she knew that it was enough for her to know that she was Yan Feng's woman.

Reaching out her bare hand and holding Yan Feng's arm, Ye Lingling smiled softly and said, "Then...then Yan Feng, can I help you onto the sofa?"

"Good~"

Finally, after lying on the sofa, Ye Lingling finally threw herself into Yan Feng's arms.

Before Feng Yan sat down properly, the fragrance of crabapple flowers wafted into his nose. It was so soft like jelly in his mouth, and the delicious taste made Feng Yan's eyes widen immediately.

But he could not find a word to describe such an indescribable thing. Finally, he closed his eyes, relaxed his mind and fully experienced the fragrance of the crabapple flowers.

Thanks to her identity as an auxiliary soul master, Ye Lingling's hands are much softer than those of ordinary soul masters.

Even Feng Yan had to ask, "Lingling...what are you doing?"

"Yanzi said that this kind of apology is sincere."

As they were talking, the crabapple blossoms bloomed, with lush green and thin red embellishments, so beautiful that it was beyond words, but it completely stripped Feng Yan's body and mind.

"Hiss... Dugu Yan! You really have led Lingling astray!"

……

There was no rain all night, but the wind was strong, but Feng Yan really couldn't sleep off the hangover.

Ye Lingling in Feng Yan's arms was wearing a complete set of white silk stockings, but half of her beauty was hidden from the teacher.

Feng Yan asked the curtain-teller, "How about this pair of second-hand shoes? Is it suitable for you?"

"Yan... I want to wash my hands first..." Feng Yan never forgot to practice. Ye Lingling could not stand his annoyance after all and fled to the bathroom.

Amid the sound of rushing water, the door of Feng Yan's room was opened.

Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have a very tired look between her brows. After listening to the noise in the bathroom, she immediately made a judgment.

"Ye Lingling?"

(End of this chapter)