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

Chapter 57 Oscar: My soul ring is gone?
The last time Feng Yan was asked whether his biological father’s surname was Feng was when Bibi Dong came three days ago.

So Feng Yan’s first reaction was to think of Bibi Dong, and he was stunned for a moment.

While others were still not able to react, Ning Rongrong's brain was working the fastest.

She immediately thought that the other party had recognized the wrong person, and Yan Feng could completely take advantage of the situation and use his identity as the "Sword Demon's son" to make the other party give up his soul ring and carry out a series of procedures.

Ning Rongrong believed that with the tacit understanding between her and Yan Feng, Yan Feng would understand with just a glance.

So she gave Yan Feng an eye signal.

Looking at Ning Rongrong whose eyebrows were twitching rapidly, Feng Yan thought to himself: I asked you to pretend to be a lady and smile, but your face must be cramping, right?

As always, Feng Yan carried out his disguise and withdrew his hand calmly.

"My last name is Yan, and my name is Yan Feng. Some people say that I am Feng Yan's son, but why don't you come out and take a walk!" Feng Yan looked very unhappy and took two steps while speaking.

Ning Rongrong felt numb when she saw the smile on the old lady's face gradually disappear. She turned around and ignored the sloppy Yan Feng and started talking to Zhao Wuji.

"As expected of a disciple of Acala, a hero emerges young..."

While Zhao Wuji was talking to the old lady, Ning Rongrong, who was extremely angry, pulled Feng Yan over.

"Can't you pretend? I'm Chao Tianxiang of the Peerless Dragon and Snake, a well-known and powerful spirit master. If you pretend, maybe I'll give you this face, and Oscar's spirit ring will come, right?"

Feng Yan, who didn't care about the ways of the world, was already flirting with Zhu Zhuqing, and from time to time he wanted to tease the little Qiuqiu in her arms.

After hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Feng Yan suddenly realized something, "Is there such a way?"

"Forget it, there's no hope for you, go play with your Zhuqing."

In the past, Ning Rongrong would definitely have quarreled with Feng Yan, but this time, Feng Yan felt strange. He had a rare dazed look in his eyes and ran towards Xiao Wu.

At this time, Tang San spoke and attracted Feng Yan's attention.

"Mr. Zhao, why don't you let me act for Xiao Ao. I'm level 29, so I shouldn't be taking advantage of it."

It was another new gambling fight, and Feng Yan felt that this Tang San seemed to be more conspicuous than him.

Seeing Tang San walk to Oscar's side, Feng Yan just wanted to watch the fun and didn't mind anything, so he just sat there and waited to watch the show.

But unexpectedly, good news came out of the blue. The young girl next to the old lady was not happy about it.

She also opened everyone's eyes and made them realize the terrifying nature of Feng Yan's face.

The girl raised her spirit snake staff which was taller than her, pointed at Tang San and said: "Grandma, I don't want to fight him, he is too ugly!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene fell into silence.

Then the girl pointed at Feng Yan, a handsome guy who looked sloppy but had silver hair.

Her face was slightly red as she said shockingly, "I want to fight this guy who doesn't take the Sword Demon seriously!"

Honestly speaking, Tang San's appearance is average, above average overall. Not as good as Dai Mubai, but better than Ma Hongjun, and certainly not ugly.

On the contrary, Tang San, with the blessing of his signature 'slight smile', has quite a bit of temperament.

Even though Xiao Wu was in a bad mood, she hugged Ning Rongrong's arm and gave a fair evaluation: "Is there a nymphomaniac?"

"Who said I'm a flower maniac?" The girl, who was also a young lady, immediately retorted.

Ning Rongrong was almost instinctive in doing things like singing the same tune. She immediately joked, "If your face wasn't as red as a monkey's butt, it would be more convincing~"

The girl was exposed and immediately put the back of her hand on her cheek, "Ah... am I blushing!"

The old lady looked at her granddaughter helplessly, but didn't say anything. After all, Feng Yan's face was really hard for a normal woman to control herself.

Zhao Wuji tried hard not to get angry and explained, "Sister Chao, although I really want this kid to get beaten up, but he..."

"You, you, you...are you going to fight or not?" The girl felt shy when being stared at by everyone. Before Zhao Wuji could finish his words, she pointed her finger at Feng Yan again.

"Just hit me..."

The brave Feng Yan was not afraid of challenges, but he was afraid of Zhu Zhuqing's death glare, so he shrank his head and spoke more and more quietly. The old lady had expected this, and pointed at Yan Feng and asked, "The boy who wants to absorb the spirit ring is a support, and he is also a support?"

"Yes, he is the assistant." Zhao Wuji smiled awkwardly at the old lady and glared at Feng Yan who was "overestimating his own abilities".

"He... he can compete even if he's a supporting player!" The girl put her hands behind her back and smiled shyly at Feng Yan, "My name is Meng Yiran. We don't have to fight, we can compete in other things."

"Shh~" Ma Hongjun whistled immediately, "This is not a competition~"

"Fatty, why don't you keep talking so much!" The girl named Meng Yiran immediately found Ma Hongjun's weakness.

"Hey…"

Without caring about Ma Hongjun, Meng Yiran raised her right hand. She touched a mutton-fat white jade ring on her wrist. With a flash of white light, a long cloth bag appeared in her hand.

Meng Yiran used his hands to separate the cloth strips, and everyone saw many short blades of the same size and style hanging on the cloth strips.

Smiling sweetly at Feng Yan again, Meng Yiran said softly, "I have thirty-six soul-breaking swords here."

"In a moment, I will have Grandma shake a tree twenty steps away, and leaves will fall. You and I will attack at the same time, throwing the Soul Breaking Sword, and the one who pierces the most leaves will win."

"But no matter how many leaves it pierces, the Soul Breaking Sword must remain on the tree trunk in the end. The Soul Breaking Sword that does not pierce the tree trunk will not be counted in the final score."

"In this case, what we are competing for is the control of soul power, and there is no need to decide the winner by fighting. Do you think this is a good way to compete?"

Looking at Meng Yiran's sweet smile, even Feng Yan could see that this girl was plotting against him.

After all, Tang San is a professional in this kind of thing.

Although everyone looked at Tang San at this time, he did not show any emotion and still looked calm and composed.

But Tang San's gaze was firmly fixed on Feng Yan, which already explained a lot of things.

Feng Yan wouldn't think too much about it. Although he was not a professional at this, his skills were there after all.

The Sword Demon's damn desire to win came back again, and he looked eager to try and was about to agree.

Feng Yan didn't think too much about it, but Ning Rongrong understood it. Before he could say anything, she immediately pulled Feng Yan over and whispered, "Hey! Tang San and the others are silent because they are laughing at you! If you lose, Oscar will remember you forever! Let Tang San win!"

Oscar also said, "How about letting Xiao San come?"

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows. With his strong desire to win, there was no way he would let Tang San pretend!

Pushing Ning Rongrong away, Feng Yan raised his chin towards Oscar and said, "Little Ao, I will help you win the soul beast back and make you remember me for the rest of your life!"

"Brother Yan!" Oscar was anxious and immediately grabbed Feng Yan.

Xiao Wu, who was standing next to Zhu Zhuqing, immediately raised her lips and said, "Well... Rongrong's words must have backfired."

Tang San was still smiling, thinking that it didn't matter if Yan Feng lost. He would ask for a best-of-three game. Wouldn't it be better to turn the tide?
But Feng Yan said a few words in Oscar's ear, and Oscar actually let go. This situation immediately startled Tang San, and a bad premonition arose.

At this time, Dai Mubai walked towards Tang San and asked in a low voice: "Do you think he is really sure?"

Although Tang San was panicking, he still asked, "Just him? A man who could only reach the Star Dou Great Forest by being carried by a woman?"

Hearing Tang San's judgment, Dai Mubai raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "I feel relieved when you say that. Let's see him make a fool of himself!"

Feng Yan ignored the two of them and walked straight towards Meng Yiran. He also said softly: "Hello, sister. My name is Yan Feng. You must accept the loss."

Meng Yiran's breathing stagnated, and she didn't dare to look into Feng Yan's eyes. She lowered her head and whispered, "Well, of course, I won't cheat~"

Then she remembered something, raised her head and looked at Feng Yan, and added, "Little brother, your name is so nice!"

Before Zhu Zhuqing, Feng Yan's girlfriend, could say anything, Xiao Wu pretended to vomit: "Hmm! She can't control herself if you just say he's handsome?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head, her face full of speechlessness, "It's hopeless. Zhuqing, you must teach him a lesson when we get back!"

Zhu Zhuqing still said nothing, but just stared in a daze at Feng Yan, who was holding his head high like a rooster.

Based on Zhu Zhuqing's understanding of Feng Yan, and seeing that Xiao Wu was fine and still in the state of a clean rabbit, Zhu Zhuqing felt that Meng Yiran was not yet strong enough to overturn Feng Yan's desire to win.

(End of this chapter)