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

Chapter 5 Qian Renxue ate it all in one gulp
Yanfeng is Fengyan, and the name change is quite straightforward.

The rumor of rejuvenating and growing up slowly can be considered as living a new life.

Twelve years ago, Feng Yan escaped from the Pope's Palace and met Qian Renxue. He was rescued on the spot and followed her to the Tiandou Empire to carry out the plan of stealing the country.

Not long after, Ning Fengzhi became Xue Qinghe's prince's tutor and did not have much time to take care of the child, so Qian Renxue sent Feng Yan to live in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Speaking of the relationship with the little angel, Feng Yan always wondered if Qian Daoliu had any problem with him?

Twelve years is a cycle. Two seasons ago, in the great battle on Poseidon Island, Feng Yan activated the ninth soul skill of the Wind Sword: Thousand-foot Sword Edge.

The giant sword flew across the sky and threw the old man into the sea.

Is Qian Daoliu so petty that he named his granddaughter Qian Renxue? Should the boy be named Qian Renfeng?

Because of Bibi Dong, Feng Yan felt that Qian Renxue's actual relationship might be that of stepfather and daughter with an unconfirmed relationship.

Deep down, Qian Renxue feels like she is the mother who picked up Yan Feng and is responsible for him, but outwardly they call each other brother and sister.

To outsiders, it seems like the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe and his sickly little brother have a deep "brotherly love".

It is true that Chen Xin was joking, but it is also true that Ning Rongrong has always been disdainful of the relationship between 'Yan Feng' and 'Xue Qinghe'.

But it had no effect on Feng Yan. Qian Renxue was a girl, so he didn't care what Chen Xin said.

For so many years, he has been known by the pseudonym Yan Feng. He raised his hands, and his slender and white wrists appeared from his wide cuffs. He smiled self-deprecatingly at Chen Xin.

"I am just a weak kid now. You are a level 96 Super Douluo. How can my disciple, a level 25 Great Spirit Master, force you, Your Majesty the Sword Douluo?"

But Chen Xin did not accept the challenge. Instead, he said in a very serious tone, "If I lose, I lose. All the spirit masters in the entire Douluo Continent have been defeated by you. What have I won?"

"Isn't it just that I lost half a move because I didn't use my soul power to compete? Is it that serious?" Feng Yan shrugged. There would never be any surprise that he would win.

Feng Yan's body gradually grew after his rejuvenation. When his martial soul awakened at the age of six, the trace of sword intent that Feng Yan could not help but leak out was captured by Chen Xin.

After many tests, which Chen Xin called "exchange", Chen Xin became the only person who recognized Feng Yan in all these years.

In that sparring match, Feng Yan easily won half a move, so Chen Xin agreed to help him keep the secret.

It was announced to the public that Chen Xin accepted a child with poor talent named "Yan Feng" as his disciple in order to conceal his true identity.

But losing a fight is indeed shameful, so Chen Xin almost forced himself to change the subject.

"Feng Yan, I don't know what happened to you, but Rongrong really likes you. She hugs the little sword you gave her every night before going to bed. Don't you really want to consider it?"

Some outrageous things often have even more outrageous reasons.

When Feng Yan was young, he had a good personal relationship with Ning Fengzhi. At that time, Feng Yan had just come out of seclusion after more than ten years, and he was very poor, right?

Originally, he wanted to rip off Ning Fengzhi, this rich guy. After all, everyone in the continent knew that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was very wealthy.

What a coincidence! Ning Rongrong had just been born, and it was a great joy for Ning Fengzhi to have a little daughter.

Fengyan felt embarrassed to borrow money, and it was only natural for him to give a gift.

Since he had no money to show his appreciation, Feng Yan just picked up the cheapest sword at the market, and Ning Fengzhi took advantage of it.

There was a wedding banquet, but Feng Yan's problem of poverty was not solved. He was already an adult, and it was even more embarrassing to go home and ask his father for money.

At that time, I heard Ning Fengzhi say that Qian Xunji had died and the new Pope had already ascended the throne.

Feng Yan thought that since the funeral was over, he didn't need to pay for it anymore, so he went to the Spirit Hall to ask Qian Daoliu for money.

Anyway, the Spirit Hall is also wealthy and powerful, and Feng Yan feels that he is robbing the rich to help the poor.

What happened later was that he was tricked by Bibi Dong into a secret room, and Feng Yan regarded himself as a gift.

Back to the topic, ever since Ning Rongrong heard that it was sent by the Sword Demon, she has never left his side when she slept at night.

Rumors about a bunch of fans are always popular, and one more Ning Rongrong won’t make a difference.

With Feng Yan's image and temperament, after being fostered in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, it was natural for him to become Ning Rongrong's childhood sweetheart.

It would be fine if they were really childhood sweethearts, but after Chen Xin said that, things became distorted, as if he was rumored to be a lolita complex.

Feng Yan rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and even shivered.

"Hey~ I shouldn't have been fooled by you in the first place. What are you talking about? There's a 40-year age difference between me and that kid. Why are you trying to match me up with him?"

However, Chen Xin was not willing to give in. "What's the big deal? The whole continent knows that you have never married. Hehe, you are still a virgin. Rongrong is good, I'm sure Fengzhi will agree."

"You are the novice! Your whole family is novice! Your brother has become your father-in-law, right? Ugh! You are such a pervert!"

Feng Yan was suddenly forced to recall the past and could not continue the conversation.

Cursing Chen Xin, he quickly put on his shoes and fled out of the room.

It was one thing to despise Chen Xin, but Feng Yan was clearly experienced, but it was even more embarrassing to not be able to say anything. He felt particularly uncomfortable for a while. There was no other way, Feng Yan could only go find the little angel to comfort his wounded heart.

Chen Xin, who stayed where he was, had a look of grief on his face. "How arrogant was the Sword Demon back then? He would not tolerate any loss in a fight. Now that he is hanging on by a thread, he doesn't want to implicate others, right?"

Feng Yan is both powerful and breathtakingly beautiful.

When he just grew up more than 30 years ago, Feng Yan had already become the dream lover of women all over the mainland.

As the number one man in the world, he only needed to hook his finger and even the queen in the palace would be unable to resist and climb into his bed.

But Chen Xin knew that no matter whether Feng Yan was dying or not, the greatest value was that he was still alive.

The many self-created soul skills that made him the number one person are enough to make any force flock to him.

If Ning Rongrong really marries him, with this kind of love and help in times of need, wouldn't Ning Fengzhi and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect take off on the spot?
At least in this life, there is no problem in suppressing the Spirit Hall.

It would be even better if it was possible to cure Feng Yan, and then the Cricket Spirit Hall would no longer be a problem.

But Feng Yan was unwilling, and Chen Xin could only think: This is the shining of Feng Yan's noble personality charm. If it were anyone else, wouldn't they have to leave a descendant?
...

However, Feng Yan, who had a noble character, bid farewell to Ning Fengzhi with the little angel and left Qibao City. Then, he touched his belly, scratched his head, and lay down in the prince's carriage in an ungraceful manner.

"Cough!" Seeing him like this, Xue Qinghe, who lifted the car door curtain, remained silent and coughed lightly with an expressionless face.

As if he had received some order, Feng Yan immediately rolled to the side, turned around smoothly, knelt down and sat upright, and even smoothed out the wrinkles on the fabric on the seat.

After Xue Qinghe sat down, the carriage started moving.

During this process, without much words, Feng Yan took the teapot and poured a cup and handed it forward.

The man took a sip, and before he had finished half of the tea, the cup was handed back.

Without showing any disgust, Feng Yan took the teacup and drank the remaining tea in one gulp. Then he picked up the teapot, tilted his head back and poured the tea into his mouth. He drank it in big gulps, making gurgling sounds.

It would be a waste of this pot of good tea. It would be a bit of a waste if you don't even taste it.

Xue Qinghe seemed to be accustomed to this way of getting along with others. He originally wanted to do as usual, with him pouring tea and drinking it while he read the briefing.

I don’t know if it’s because the slender Feng Yan is so pretty, or because the tea is so tempting, or maybe it’s something else.

At this moment, she actually said in a girl's voice, "Xiaoyan, it's your birthday, what gift do you want your sister to give you?"

Feng Yan stopped pouring the tea into his mouth and swallowed the tea with a strange expression.

Feng Yan frowned and crawled in front of her, touching her forehead with his right hand.

"Are you okay? I don't even know my birthday, how can I celebrate it?" As Yan Feng, he really couldn't know his birthday.

Her body shrank as a result, and she looked as if she was still a little afraid of Feng Yan. "I...I saved you twelve years ago today. Just consider it your birthday, Xiao Yan!"

Nothing could be seen on her disguised face. But Feng Yan, with mist coming out of his head, looked even more confused when he tilted his head.

"It's been so many years, and you just remembered this today?"

Ever since she replaced Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, she has become more serious. This is the first time this matter has been mentioned. It's no wonder Feng Yan doesn't understand.

"Humph! I don't care! I was the one who gave you your name! And of course I'm the one who decides whether or not to celebrate your birthday!"

There was nothing wrong with what he said, but the person who was usually very serious suddenly spoke in a coquettish way, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, which made Feng Yan even more confused.

He didn't know what to say for a moment. Feng Yan thought about it and kept touching her forehead.

In the next breath, she restored her face to its original appearance.

Looking at Qian Renxue's red and fanatical face, Feng Yan realized how wrong the heat coming from his palm was.

It was too late to escape at this time. The teapot that Feng Yan was holding in his left hand was knocked over behind him, and the tea wet a large area.

Feng Yan's slender wrist was grasped tightly, and Qian Renxue took advantage of the situation and sat on his waist like a mountain.

Their eyes met, and Feng Yan watched Qian Renxue slowly move closer to his ear.

Her voice was extremely sweet, and along with her warm breath, it rang in Feng Yan's ears: "If you don't choose a gift, I'll give myself to you. What do you think, Xiao Yan~"

There was no chance to open his mouth at all. Feng Yan, with his pupils dilated, had his mouth sealed and could only make faint whimpering sounds.

It was not until this time that Feng Yan figured out many things.

For example, his whole body was poisonous, but it was only the blood that carried soul power that carried the mixed poison left by Bibi Dong.

So Qian Renxue conducted a clinical trial on him.

As for the cause and effect relationship in this matter, after calculating the time, Feng Yan also understood that the mist coming out of his head was the aphrodisiac that Ning Rongrong gave him!

(End of this chapter)