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

Chapter 58: Unromantic Rumors
Chao Tianxiang knew her granddaughter well, and the old lady had no reason to refuse such a bet.

Seeing that Zhao Wuji was anxious to stop Feng Yan, the old lady immediately grabbed Zhao Wuji.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, just don't worry about the children's emotional exchange. Look, the agreement has been reached, isn't that a good thing?"

"Good thing..." Zhao Wuji was choked.

Zhao Wuji certainly understood what the old lady meant. The problem was that Yan Feng had a girlfriend. Yan Feng had nothing to do with the Sword Demon, but Zhu Zhuqing was the Sword Demon's disciple!
Chao Tianxiang did not give Zhao Wuji a chance to speak, because Feng Yan acted quickly, had already taken the flying knife, and stood side by side with Meng Yiran, ready.

"Grandma, let's start!"

"Okay!" The old lady responded without moving. She just threw the snake staff in her hand away.

With a dull thud, the leaves from the big tree twenty steps away immediately fell like rain.

Meng Yiran let out a delicate cry and attacked with both hands at the same time. Rays of cold light shot out from the cloth bag quickly. Her movements were swift and she threw out all eighteen soul-breaking swords in one breath.

While Feng Yan and Meng Yiran were preparing, Ma Hongjun approached Oscar and asked curiously, "What did Yan Feng say to you that made you let him compete?"

Originally Oscar was very afraid that rumors would mess things up, but his confidence was not without reason.

Oscar pointed at Meng Yiran who was throwing the flying knife, but he looked at Feng Yan and said, "Brother Yan's martial spirit is the element of wind, look."

Meng Yiran's movements were large and the girl's figure was very elegant, attracting almost everyone's attention.

But no one noticed Feng Yanxiao's viciousness.

"This is impossible!" Meng Yiran shouted almost in horror as he looked at the result of his work.

The reason was simple. Meng Yiran's eighteen soul-breaking swords all accurately hit the trunk of the target tree, but none of them hit a single leaf.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, picked up a bunch of throwing knives and threw them one by one onto the tree trunk twenty steps away.

He had no method at all. It would have been fine if he hadn't hit the target, but he kept yelling, "Oh, this is so difficult! How can I hit the target?"

Soon, Feng Yan had almost run out of throwing knives.

Meng Yiran finally came back to her senses from her trance and looked at Feng Yan hopefully, thinking that Yan Feng would deliberately not hit the last flying knife.

With this result, Meng Yiran, whose flying knives all hit the tree trunks, could also win with this result.

Wouldn’t it be great if you could get both the soul ring and the pretty little brother?

Meng Yiran didn't see her grandmother's ugly expression, but she saw the sky blue aura lingering around Feng Yan.

"Oh...I lost." He said to the old lady disappointedly.

As he spoke, Feng Yan threw out his last flying knife.

Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists tightly. He activated the Purple Demon Pupil and saw almost every detail clearly. How could he not judge the trajectory of the flying knife?
Amid the changing expressions of everyone, the flying knife 'coincidentally' hit a leaf and 'nearly' got stuck in the tree trunk.

"Ah? So lucky? I won? Miss, you didn't let me win, did you?"

Seeing that Feng Yan's martial spirit could control the flow of wind, how could Meng Yiran not understand? She didn't miss, but Yan Feng had made a move that made it impossible for her to hit.

At this moment, Meng Yiran's eyes were already filled with tears as she looked at Feng Yan. She suddenly shouted, "Yan Feng! How could you be so mean!"

After saying that, Meng Yiran didn't want the flying knife anymore and ran back to Chao Tianxiang, "Grandma, I lost, let's go..."

Looking at the old lady who glared at him and turned away with her granddaughter, Feng Yan scratched his head in confusion.

"No more flying knives..."

"Alright, alright! Brother Yan, please stop talking. I'm going to absorb the spirit ring." Oscar quickly stuffed three small sausages into Feng Yan's mouth to avoid any further complications.

Seeing Oscar running to finish off the Phoenix-tailed Cockapoo, Feng Yan subconsciously chewed the detoxifying sausage and turned to look at the others, "What's wrong? I won and you guys don't say a word?"

Tang San almost immediately turned his head away, not wanting to meet Yan Feng's gaze at all.

Dai Mubai had a complicated expression, and no one knew what he was thinking. However, Zhao Wuji, who was laughing, hugged his pectoralis major, walked over with an expression of "seeing through you", patted Yan Feng's shoulder, and pointed at the Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake.

"You have good control, and you are good at hiding, right? Now that I think about it, you can practice the secrets of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to the extreme, so you can't be weak. You did this Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake on purpose, right?"

“I didn’t hide…”

Feng Yan's control was superb. He was confident that his performance was perfect. How come even Zhao Wuji could see that he was pretending?

Ma Hongjun, who was closer to Feng Yan, also looked at Yan Feng with a different look, and spoke more politely, "No, Yan Feng, didn't you see that the girl likes you?"

"I can see that." Feng Yan has experienced this kind of thing many times, it would be strange if he didn't see it. He just doesn't feel anything.

Then, Ma Hongjun asked again: "So why did you want to... win so unpleasantly?"

Feng Yan didn't understand what Ma Hongjun was saying at all, so he could only ask back: "Isn't it enough to win? I can control the wind field and hit the leaves. Isn't this a pure crushing victory? Shouldn't we give her some face?"

After hearing this, Ma Hongjun, the outspoken fat man, actually started to play dumb: "Ah, I also think you are bad, Yan Feng, but it seems that you are not doing this for Zhu Qing, so I don't like you at all."

"Die, Riddler!"

On the contrary, Ning Rongrong rarely argued with Feng Yan but walked over, patted Feng Yan on the shoulder, and comforted him: "It's not a big problem. I think you did a great job this time."

"What?"

It’s okay if others say so, but when Ning Rongrong says this it’s like Ultraman riding a little monster - very weird.

Feng Yan was even more confused and even felt a little panicked.

Seeing him like this, Ning Rongrong didn't explain to him, but just said: "You figure it out yourself."

After saying that, Ning Rongrong said no more. She sat cross-legged and started practicing the Jade Girl Heart Sutra, seizing the time to practice.

Others don’t know what Feng Yan is thinking, but Zhu Zhuqing understands it.

It's nothing more than Feng Yan disguising his identity and pretending to be weak.

At this time, Oscar had already begun to absorb the spirit ring. He raised his hand and summoned his big sausage. Under the cover of light pink light, he pulled the spirit ring of the wind-tailed cockatoo into his body and began to absorb the third spirit ring in his life.

Others also sat cross-legged, some to recover, some to practice, and even the little orange cat Qiuqiu shrank his head and disappeared.

Seeing that no one was disturbing them, Zhu Zhuqing took Feng Yan's hand. She looked somewhat happy and started to explain to Feng Yan who was scratching his head.

"Meng Yiran has a good impression of you, Young Master Yan. Young Master Yan showed weakness by calling her "little sister", which seemed to give her an illusion. She thought that you, Young Master Yan, also have a good impression of her."

"I didn't mean that...I just said it casually!" Feng Yan hurriedly explained.

"I understand, but Meng Yiran doesn't. If Master Yan wins her mercilessly, shows how strong he is, and acts more generously, she will be more fond of you, Master Yan."

"But in the end, Master Yan, you felt that you showed some mercy to her. In fact, Meng Yiran thought that you had a crush on her. Meng Yiran would think that Master Yan was just plotting against her."

"However, Master Yan's disguise is really poor, as he was able to make the opponent's 18 flying knives miss any of them, while he narrowly hit the last one."

"In the eyes of the other party, Master Yan was not showing mercy by plotting against a girl like this. Instead, he was humiliating her in public."

Feng Yan didn't want to beat around the bush, he said with tears in his eyes: "I didn't mean that..."

Zhu Zhuqing stroked Feng Yan's cheek with her bare hand, and her smile became even more gentle.

"I know, so I'm not annoyed, I'm actually very happy. This shows that Master Yan is not the kind of person who can't walk when he sees a girl."

"Zhuqing..."

Xiao Wu, who was originally sitting cross-legged, opened her eyes and looked at the two people being affectionate with each other, but she had an inexplicable expression on her face.

Xiao Wu thought to herself: Feng Yan seems... not a bad person, but he is a big fool!

(End of this chapter)