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

Chapter 51 Ning Rongrong's Change
As Feng Yan was chased and beaten out of the hotel by Ning Rongrong, the environment and atmosphere became much quieter.

Feng is not a childish person either. It is rare that he is using his brain to ease the relationship with Ning Rongrong.

“Alright, alright… I can’t take it anymore, just beat me to death…” Feng Yan lay down on the ground with his eyes closed, looking like he was waiting to die.

Feng Yan almost "seduced" Ning Rongrong all the way and dragged Ning Rongrong to the hotel rooftop, a perfect place where you can see the sun setting halfway.

Sure enough, with the beautiful scenery, Ning Rongrong, who was holding her waist and gasping for breath, was no longer angry.

Ning Rongrong stepped straight over Feng Yan's body and took two steps forward. She found the edge of the rooftop, hugged one leg, and her delicate chin rested on the rooftop.

Without saying a word, just breathing quietly, watching the sunset slowly set.

This is the time to reason with the little witch. Although Feng Yan was still lying motionless, he couldn't stop talking.

"Oh, Rongrong, I know you're doing this for my own good, to avoid exacerbating the conflict. But do you really have to be so eager to fit in with them?"

Ning Rongrong just looked back at Feng Yan and then looked at the sunset again.

"Yan Feng, are you stupid or am I? Calm down and think about it. Dean Flender's words are not pleasant to hear. These students also have their own problems, but almost all of them are geniuses with innate soul power above level eight!"

"Oscar who lives with you, Xiao Wu who lives in the same dormitory with me, and the most shameless Tang San, they all have innate full soul power! When you were in the sect, have you ever seen or even heard of a person with innate full soul power?"

"Building a good relationship with them may not do any good, but it won't do any harm, right?"

What Ning Rongrong said was very right. She thought about the problem from her perspective. Feng Yan fell into deep thought as he listened.

In Feng Yan's opinion, talent is something that may not be unchangeable.

Perhaps it was because of the difference in experience, he still couldn't understand Ning Rongrong.

But he didn't want to argue about this anymore, so he stopped talking about Feng Yan, who had always been complaining about everything.

"Do you understand what I've said?" Ning Rongrong still put herself in the shoes of a sister, hoping that Yan Feng could think more about it.

"I don't understand." Feng Yan is Feng Yan. He has never been able to get into the role of 'little brother', and he doesn't understand what's wrong with the little witch.

The reason why Feng Yan can get along well with Ning Rongrong at such an old age is because of her quirky personality.

Now she was like the setting sun, how could she sneak away without a trace? Only the aging sunset glow was left behind, and finally brought darkness, just like her father Ning Fengzhi, who was boring.

Thinking this way, Feng Yan asked, "Rongrong, I don't understand why you are so restrained in doing things?"

The sun had set, and Ning Rongrong had nothing to see anymore, so she turned around and gently kicked Feng Yan's arm, "This isn't about being restrained, this is about using your brain! Do you know what happened in the two days since the Sword Demon taught me the technique?"

"I don't know." Feng Yan slapped her mischievous feet away. He knew it, but he could only pretend not to know, "I don't want to live such a tiring life."

However, seeing Ning Rongrong's high spirits, Feng Yan knew that he was going to be praised.

"In just two days, my soul power has reached the peak of level 27! It has increased by nearly two levels! I can't even imagine how powerful I will be if I practice for ten years!"

There is no need to explain how powerful the Jade Girl Heart Sutra is. The achievements made by Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in practicing it together are no joke.

This time, Ning Rongrong was not bragging about the "Wind Magic Secret" that she had never seen, nor was she bragging about how handsome he was.

Feng Yan didn't want to hear all this. Being praised for his skills was what would make him happy.

But he still didn't understand the cause and effect relationship between Ning Rongrong's praise.

So Feng Yan sat up and asked hopefully, "So? What does this mean?"

"Look at you~ and you still say you don't worship the Sword Demon!" Ning Rongrong coquettishly put her hands on her slender waist, her face full of smugness.

Then, Ning Rongrong's face changed, and she stood up and said solemnly: "The Sword Demon's transmission of skills taught me one thing."

"What's the matter!" Feng Yan had no other thoughts. He was so excited after being praised like this.

That expression was one of joy that was beyond words, and he was so happy that his eyebrows were raised and his face was beaming with joy.

Ning Rongrong didn't think anything of it. She just thought that Yan Feng was attracted by her words and was very curious about what it was.

Ning Rongrong was also in a very good mood at this time, but she put on the demeanor and attitude of an old scholar and lowered her voice, "That is, everything requires methods and ways. It's not just about cultivation, but also about how you treat people." "Really?" Feng Yan's expression froze. He thought about it, but he couldn't remember that he had taught Ning Rongrong such a thing.

Ning Rongrong didn't care. She was clasping her hands together, as if praying, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking extremely pious.

"What else? Now that I think about it, Master Feng Yan has chosen all the masters in the entire Douluo Continent and never had to worry about his life. I'm afraid it's because he is so tactful and considerate in dealing with people!"

Well-rounded? Thoughtful? Feng Yan never thought that these two words could be used to describe himself. It seemed like they were talking about Ning Fengzhi.

No matter how Feng Yan thought about it, it wasn't right. He was just a swordsman and couldn't do anything else.

Therefore, Feng Yan decided to correct Ning Rongrong's idea, "Uh... Is there a possibility, I mean possibility. The Sword Demon is simply powerful and can fight and run?"

As expected, Feng Yan was met with contempt from Ning Rongrong: "You are not a sword demon, you know nothing!"

Knowing that Yan Feng was not a person who would listen to advice, Ning Rongrong stood up and walked back after scolding him. "No more talking. I'm starving. Shouldn't we serve the food?"

Feng Yan's ears moved, and he followed Ning Rongrong back, "Let's go, let's go eat."

But when he was walking back, the invincible sword demon seemed to be distracted or something, and he fell to the ground after only two steps.

"Ouch...what is this? Coal briquettes?" Feng Yan, who was tripped, did not get up, but put his head to his feet.

Ning Rongrong got angry again when she saw it, and was about to step forward to help Feng Yan up, "Alright, stop looking. You're such a grown-up, and you can still be tripped by a stone."

But Feng Yan, who had his back to Ning Rongrong, suddenly turned around, laughed, and was about to put the black object in his hand towards Ning Rongrong's face.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong had some basic skills and did not let Feng Yan succeed. She leaned back and dodged.

Suddenly, she smelled a foul odor coming towards her. Ning Rongrong was furious, "Yan Feng! Are you done yet?"

"Oh, it's not something dirty, look."

Looking closely, it was actually a kitten slightly bigger than Feng Yan's palm, but Feng Yan insisted that it was a coal ball, which made Ning Rongrong think differently.

The pitch-black kitten's eyes were full of filth. Feng Yan grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and held it in his hand. It tucked its tail between its legs as if to say it was very scared.

With his dying breath, he struggled to open his eyes and looked at Ning Rongrong, meowed, and then drooped his head and remained motionless.

Ning Rongrong loved cleanliness, so she immediately waved her hand and said, "Eh~ That's disgusting! Throw it away!"

"No, why don't I save such a cute little kitten?"

"Cute? Bye!" Seeing Feng Yan holding the kitten in front of her again, Ning Rongrong seemed to have seen something horrible. She took two steps back and disappeared.

Feng Yan didn't blame Ning Rongrong for being like this. The kitten was stained with some unknown oil, and its fur was all stuck together, with yellow and black patches. It looked really disgusting at first glance.

It's just that the rumors are not disdainful.

Looking at this little guy who was as thin as a skeleton, with a pointed face, bulging eyes, Feng Yan felt that he might really be old.

This kitten looks different in the eyes of different people.

Ning Rongrong thought it was dirty, but Feng Yan thought it looked similar to himself.

Holding the kitten by the scruff of its neck, Feng Yan held it in front of his eyes close to his forehead and said softly, "You little guy are so weak that I didn't realize it in advance. We are all dying soon, so we can be considered to be in the same boat... The little angel helped me back then, so I'll help you too today, don't thank me~"

But for some reason, the kitten, which was originally dying and lying motionless with its tail between its legs, opened its eyes slightly and suddenly began to struggle like crazy.

"Meow! Meow!" Although its voice was fragile, it was extremely shrill.

"Hey, hey, hey, little guy, what's wrong with you?" Feng Yan hurriedly picked it up and away from his face.

While teasing the kitten with his left index finger, Feng Yan used his sword moves, but he was unable to do anything about the cat's scratching claws.

"You're scratching and biting randomly, but you're better off without any tricks. Fortunately, I have your fate in my hands~Ah..."

Then his index finger was bitten to death.

(End of this chapter)