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

Chapter 32: Breakfast That Can Never Be Eaten
Tang San's punch contained an unknown amount of attack power.

"I'm handsome, is there anything wrong with that?" Feng Yan pointed at his nose and said in disbelief.

Feng Yan didn't understand what was wrong with Tang San. Boxing is a girls' thing, and you, a man, are helping her. It's okay for others to find it disgusting, but isn't this embarrassing for Xiao Wu in public?

But what was even more shocking was that Xiao Wu's rabbit eyes were shining brightly, and she looked at Tang San with great admiration.

The little sympathy Feng Yan had for the rabbit instantly vanished.

Tang San was furious, pointing at Feng Yan's nose, then waved his hand and said, "Yan Feng! Stop talking about other things! Don't you look down on hidden weapons? Do you dare to fight me fairly? The loser will kneel down and kowtow to apologize!"

Feng Yan was pointing at Tu Zi, and he couldn't stand it, so he retorted on the spot: "What you said is even more outrageous. You said she had an erotic dream about me, and you insisted that it was my fault. I refuted that I was not wrong, so why did you avoid the topic?"

Tang San said firmly: "You still say you are not talking about something else? I ask you again, do you dare to compete with me fairly?"

This move made Feng Yan, who was shocked, gasp for air. He hit six alone, but it was a pity that he couldn't blacklist a dragon in the real world.

Even the ruthless and taciturn Zhu Zhuqing couldn't stand it any longer, so she stood up and said calmly: "Tang San, don't you just want to prove your hidden weapon? I'll fight you."

However, Tang San did not argue with Zhu Zhuqing, but only spoke to Feng Yan: "Yan Feng, are you only good at standing behind a woman?"

"Tang San, aren't you going too far?" Ning Rongrong frowned.

Tang San just fought with Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong could see Tang San's purpose, he was clearly bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and was clearly bullying Yan Feng because he was weak.

However, Feng Yan stopped Ning Rongrong with an inexplicable look on his face.

Seeing Yan Feng's expression, Dai Mubai on the side hurriedly grabbed Tang San, "Calm down! Don't be impulsive!"

After all, Yan Feng had Dan Shi as a guarantee. Dai Mubai remembered that Tang San was unconscious the day before, and he did not see Yan Feng practice Dan Shi on the spot, nor did he see Dan Shi show its power.

Having finally found an ally with great talent, Dai Mubai didn't want Tang San to rush to his death.

At this moment, Feng was only thinking about the word "fairness".

Honestly speaking, based on what Tang Dachui did the day before, Feng Yan didn't feel any psychological burden at all when he beat Tang San so badly that even his own mother didn't recognize him.

But Tang Dachui reminded Feng Yan, and Feng Yan blurted out what he thought of: "What is my identity? What level? Are you, Tang San, qualified to compete with me?"

Tang San's sarcasm seemed to be pre-arranged, "Heh, you look like a sword demon, do you think you are a sword demon too?"

Feng Yan shrugged, thinking that he couldn't pretend directly, so he let Xiaomaomi and Ning Rongrong have some time to shine.

With a slight movement of his mouth, Feng Yan conveyed the message to Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood, and said to Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong, the teacher just sent me a message."

The Sword Demon sent a message? The number one person on the continent was watching them?!
For a moment, you could hear a pin drop all around. Xiao Wu stopped showing off and looked around. She was almost hiding away with her head in her hands.

In contrast to Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong was almost beaming with joy as she came to Zhu Zhuqing's side, pricked up her ears to 'listen' to what Zhu Zhuqing conveyed about Feng Yan.

Feng Yan knew the little witch too well, and he knew that Ning Rongrong would definitely take advantage of the situation to bully others.

After hearing this, Ning Rongrong nodded with a smile.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed as she pointed at Tang San and shouted, "Tang San, you clearly know that Yan Feng's assistant is in poor health, yet you still bring up this kind of gambling match. Aren't you bullying an honest man?"

"What do you want to do?" Even facing the name of Sword Demon, Tang San was a little cautious.

"I see you've been exhausted and injured, why don't you take a day off? The Sword Demon has decided to teach me some sword techniques, how about I challenge you to a duel tomorrow? If I lose, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you to admit my mistake."

"Okay!" As Ning Rongrong finished speaking, Tang San nodded in agreement almost immediately.

Tang San's goal was naturally to make the final bet come true, to force Feng Yan to kneel down and force her to acknowledge the hidden weapon.

What can you do in a day? The more advanced the martial arts, the harder it is to master. If you can memorize the moves, you are considered extremely talented.

Feng Yan was confident in his expertise, Ning Rongrong trusted Jian Mo unconditionally, and the three sides didn't think much about it.

Spreading out his right hand, Tang San smiled confidently: "Just one day! At this time tomorrow! The Sword Demon is really powerful, but he can't replace you! I want to prove that the Tang Sect is not weaker than others." The blood flowing in his neck seemed to be Tang San's fighting spirit, and his fighting spirit soared into the sky as if ignoring all enemies.

Ten years earlier, Feng Yan would most likely admire Tang San's appearance, and then reward him with a sword and let him return home.

But now, Yan Feng, who was touching his belly, had only one thing to say, "Hey, are you done yet? Can I have breakfast now?"

Tang San looked at Feng Yan with a look that almost ignored him. "If we don't agree, then there's no point in talking. You don't have the heart of a strong man. I don't want to waste my words with you."

After saying that, Tang San turned away.

The rabbit, who seemed to be relying on the power of others, followed Tang San and ran away. He pointed at Feng Yan and cursed, "My third brother said that you have no dreams!"

Feng Yan still had that habit and retorted on the spot, "If a person doesn't have a dream, then what's the difference between that and a carefree life!"

Xiao Wu was stunned and stopped in her tracks. When she turned back to look at Feng Yan, she had an expression that said, "Wow! That makes sense!"

Reality is often not as good as one would like, and those who deserve to go hungry will go hungry. Everyone present will go hungry.

At this moment, the sound of bells came from afar.

Oscar's shoulders relaxed, and he looked at Feng Yan as if he were a crow's mouth, "Brother Yan, not only did you lose your breakfast, but your carefree life is also gone."

"What's the matter? You want to kill me too? With sausages?" That is to say, he had no beard, otherwise Feng Yan would definitely be very angry.

Pointing his thumb at his nose, Feng Yan said arrogantly: "I'm telling you, I'm going to eat this breakfast today! Even if Bibi Dong comes, I can't stop her!"

Oscar pursed his lips, wiped the saliva off his face, pointed in the direction of the bell and said, "It's time for class."

"I fucking..." These words were almost engraved on Feng Yan's soul.

In addition, his brain circuit was not able to change for a while, so Feng Yan was anxious and grabbed Oscar's arm and roared, "Sausage! Change for me!"

"Okay, okay! Brother Yan, you are too enthusiastic. I can't handle it~"

He raised his hands in front of his chest and made several forward pushing movements. Oscar, with his face full of saliva, calmed Feng Yan down a little, and then he made a few recovery sausages for him to appease his disgust.

Unfortunately no one else wanted to eat Oscar's sausages and they all walked away quickly.

Feng Yan stared, not caring how obscene Oscar's words were, and just walked while chewing sausages. He looked at the kitten's back again, and wondered what Feng Yan was thinking in his mind.

After eating a few recovery sausages and feeling a little full, Feng Yan thought to himself: It’s not easy to repay the favor of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

So Feng Yan patted Oscar on the shoulder again, "Oscar, can you give me some more detoxifying sausages?"

"I have a small sausage." Oscar did not doubt him, and immediately chanted the soul spell and handed the sausage to Feng Yan, "Brother Yan, do you want to detoxify? I thought you were really fine."

Tang San's hidden weapons were colorful and poisonous at first glance. It was outrageous that Feng Yan was fine, so Oscar ignored it for a moment.

Pointing at the mist on his head, Feng Yan said nonchalantly, "It's nothing. I'm immune to all poisons. Tang San's poison has already been expelled."

"Then why..."

Oscar was naturally confused by this, but Feng Yan didn't want to bother Oscar, "Oh, just continue."

Oscar didn't know the seriousness of the matter at this time, and asked in a daze: "How much?"

Feng Yan opened his mouth and said, "About a hundred or eighty..."

"what?"

"You can't? A man can't say no! Come as many as you want, just come!"

Even though the rumors of gambling with Tang San were a bit ridiculous, this kind of thing was his absolute strength.

The day was very tight, so Feng Yan relied entirely on Oscar's detoxifying sausage to allow him to temporarily defecate and experience some high-level shock.

(End of this chapter)