Douluo: Blade Template, Death Omen Approaching

Chapter 93 Ning Rongrong: You didn't tell me he was so handsome! I regret it now~ (Together)

Who is Ren?

He's a seasoned veteran who's been through countless battles, how could he be so easily hit by a support-type little witch?

Just as Ning Rongrong's fist was about to touch Ren's back, Ren simply turned to the side with an elegant and composed movement, without even raising his hand.

His body blended seamlessly into the night, easily dodging Ning Rongrong's attack.

In the dim light, Blade's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a look of shock and terror, like a giant beast from the abyss, ready to devour everything at any moment!

That one look startled Ning Rongrong so much that she took several steps back!

"you"

"Looking for a beating?"

Ren's lips moved slightly, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion. If Ning Rongrong hadn't stepped forward herself, he might have long forgotten about this person.

Ning Rongrong was terrified when she saw this. She had always been pampered and cherished since she was a child, and had never been glared at like this before.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her fingers quivered as she pointed at the blade, and she stammered:

"Hey! Don't come any closer! My dad is the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! My grandpa is Sword Douluo, and so is Bone Douluo. They're all incredibly powerful! You can't bully me!!"

Ning Rongrong knew that she was almost scared out of her wits by just one look and immediately backed down. So she quickly brought up her powerful family as a backer in an attempt to solidify her position.

"It was your academy that locked me up here the moment you arrived!! You're the ones in the wrong!"

"And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?! It's terrifying!"

Ren ignored Ning Rongrong's accusations and shouts. He just glanced at her and saw her trembling with fear. He felt there was no need to get entangled with her anymore.

So he simply turned around and left with steady steps.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong felt a surge of pride.

She assumed that Ren turned and left because he had learned of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's reputation and was frightened.

The little witch's mood instantly brightened, and her sense of superiority surged.

She straightened her back, hands on her hips, and followed behind Ren, maintaining a safe distance. A smug smile played on her lips; her earlier fear had been completely replaced by the joy of victory.

She even began to fantasize about how she would tell others about this "heroic" experience after returning to the sect, unaware that Ren's departure was simply because he didn't bother to argue with her.

"Hey! You're a teacher here, right?! I've already told you where I come from, shouldn't you at least show some appreciation?!" Ning Rongrong's voice sounded particularly sharp in the night. She raised her voice in dissatisfaction, trying to get Ren's attention.

"Give me the best room! I've been locked up for so long, and I even heard a whole bunch of creepy screams! Even if the academy takes in monsters, there can't actually be monsters here!!"

"I'm also a student here, I came through the registration process. Your college isn't as good as it's advertised, is this how you treat your students?!"

Ning Rongrong pouted and followed behind, looking like a wronged little bird, chirping incessantly, clearly determined not to give up until she achieved her goal.

She was so angry that she waved her little hands in the air, constantly emphasizing her point of view. Her pace quickened with her emotions, and she almost had to jog to keep up with Ren's pace.

Anyway, she was furious and had to get an explanation from the person in front of her, otherwise where would Ning Rongrong's face be? She didn't want to suffer a big setback on her first day at Shrek Academy.

Ren's lips twitched. He hadn't expected this rich young lady to have such a princess complex.

Lan Yinhuang had told him before that Ning Rongrong had been playing pranks everywhere since she arrived. Some of the new students had been tricked by her. She was completely lawless and a typical spoiled young lady! And she had a terrible temper too!

So during the enrollment phase, we locked her up first, and then disciplined her properly later.

It's no wonder that her father, Ning Fengzhi, sent her out to gain experience even though she was only 12 years old and had been spoiled and pampered.

However, Ren knew that in the original story, Shrek was not a good person. His daughter was not taught well and instead learned some bad habits and had problems with her thinking!

Speechless, Ren suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and his cold gaze shot towards Ning Rongrong like a sharp arrow, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

Ning Rongrong, who was about to continue venting, froze instantly when Ren turned around. Her body involuntarily took a few steps back, and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, thinking that this would give her some sense of security.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance, her heart was racing, and she stared nervously at the blade.

The lights at Shrek Academy were dim, and the moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows, but it was still difficult to illuminate Ren's face.

Ning Rongrong tried hard to see his expression clearly, but could only see a pair of blood-red eyes flashing in the night, as fierce as a wild beast.

She tried her best to make her voice sound firm, with a warning tone, and said in a sweet voice, "What are you going to do! I'm telling the truth! Don't get angry and kill me to silence me!!"

Soon, Ren's lips moved slightly, and a cold voice slowly escaped, each word seeming to emanate from an ice cellar. "The truth? What? You feel wronged?"

The voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Ning Rongrong, as I list your sins one by one..."

The blade's voice grew increasingly cold.

"You should be prepared to pay back a hundredfold."

"I'm giving you a chance to reflect on yourself."

Blade continued,

"Otherwise, when it comes time to pay the price, no one can save you."

Blade's voice was magnetic and had an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made the little witch Ning Rongrong dare not do anything more from the bottom of her heart. She felt cold sweat pouring down her body. This voice was both demonic and terrifying.

From childhood to adulthood, she had always been the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's eye. Who had ever dared to speak to her in such a tone? Ning Rongrong was filled with astonishment and confusion. She couldn't imagine how terrifying and frightening Ren's face would be in this dim shadow.

At this moment, she finally realized that she had truly bitten off more than she could chew. She gently bit her lip, and the once proud young lady had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Hmph! I've never suffered any injustice in my life!"

"Of course I'm reflecting on myself! You don't need to remind me!"

Ning Rongrong forced herself to speak, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to regain some dignity, but her weak protest seemed utterly powerless in the face of Blade's aura.

She didn't dare look directly into the blade, instead avoiding eye contact, afraid of angering this terrifying man again.

Because of those few words, deep down she began to regret her impulsiveness and her contempt for the person in front of her.

Blade's gaze lingered on Ning Rongrong for a moment, then he gently shook his head, seemingly disdainful of her fear and cowardice.

He turned around, ready to leave this troublesome place. He didn't have much patience for this willful little girl.

Anyway, if she dares to overstep the rules again, the academy's teachers are now his subordinates, and they will naturally discipline her properly.

Just as Ren was about to leave, several hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him, breaking the silence of the night.

"Master." A voice said respectfully and urgently.

"Your Majesty!" another voice followed, full of respect.

Blade paused, turned around, and saw that the people who had come were Blue Silver Emperor and Flander.

Flander's owl spirit was particularly sharp at night; his eyes shone like two bright gems in the darkness, instantly locking onto Ning Rongrong, who had run away on her own.

He was drenched in sweat on the spot! This little devil, he hadn't kept a close eye on her; she somehow managed to escape!

Moreover, it looks like we've encountered His Majesty's Blade!

Flander immediately noticed the change in Ning Rongrong's expression, the shift from panic to unease, which filled him with regret, making him want to slap himself on the spot!

He knew all too well how unruly this little witch was, and he was also aware of her lack of understanding of Blade. Flander was genuinely afraid that Ning Rongrong's willful personality would bring unnecessary trouble to Blade.

"Your Majesty! I am so sorry! It is all my negligence! I let this unruly wild girl escape. I will lock her up again immediately! She should reflect on her actions!"

Flander's voice was filled with self-reproach and panic. He bent over at a ninety-degree angle, his head bowed, his posture extremely humble.

His anxiety was like that of an ant on a hot pan, desperately wanting to make up for this mistake.

"However, I wonder if she spoke disrespectfully to Your Majesty."

Flander asked cautiously, afraid that Ning Rongrong's willfulness and rudeness would anger Ren.

Prior to this, Flander and the other teachers had all undergone Blade's military training. Although they were unilaterally crushed, they learned many secrets of martial arts and gained valuable experience.

They had long since willingly submitted to the blade, swearing from the bottom of their hearts to be loyal to him and to ensure the development and order of the academy.

Who knew that at such a crucial moment, he arrived a step too late, allowing the little witch Ning Rongrong to find an opportunity to escape, and she even encountered Ren.

Flanders was filled with unease. He worried that this accident would break his promise to His Majesty, affect His Majesty's evaluation of the entire academy, and damage his trust in them.

At this moment, the Blue Silver Emperor gently released its power, and a soft light spread out like flowing water, illuminating this dark corner.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze sharp as she scrutinized Ning Rongrong, as if trying to see through every corner of her heart.

"It hasn't been long, and you're already planning to cause trouble again?"

Blue Silver Emperor's voice carried a hint of reproach.

Then, she gracefully walked up to the blade and slowly explained:

"Master, I originally planned to talk to her now and make some preparations for our trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School later."

"I really didn't expect to run away."

Her tone was apologetic, clearly indicating that she was somewhat surprised by Ning Rongrong's escape.

But Ren merely nodded slightly, seemingly unconcerned about the little witch's actions.

"You can arrange it as you see fit."

The blade was calm and composed.

"We'll be setting off early tomorrow morning; we won't be staying here any longer."

After he finished speaking, he merely glanced at Ning Rongrong indifferently, as if looking at something insignificant, before turning and leaving without lingering.

Only Flander, Blue Silver Emperor, and Ning Rongrong remained at the scene.

Flanders remained hunched over, head bowed, clearly still reeling from his negligence.

Blue Silver Emperor, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, his gaze fixed on Ning Rongrong, as if he was considering how to deal with this willful little witch.

Ning Rongrong stood there, stunned.

Flanders immediately clasped his hands in apology, his face filled with embarrassment and unease.

"Your Majesty, what should be done about Ning Rongrong?"

His voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was finding it very difficult to deal with this young lady.

Blue Silver Emperor's gaze swept over Ning Rongrong, who seemed still immersed in the shock just now, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Blue Silver Emperor smiled slightly, finding Ning Rongrong's reaction somewhat amusing.

"Let her attend classes as usual for now. I'll let you know when I need her again, after all, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be there later, hehe."

Blue Silver Emperor smiled, a hint of something deeper in his expression.

Flanders immediately understood and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes, sir!" His attitude became firm, clearly indicating that he had grasped the Blue Silver Emperor's intentions.

He then turned to Ning Rongrong, a stern glint in his eyes, giving her a look of hatred: "You, come with me! To your room." His tone left no room for argument, clearly indicating that he intended to take Ning Rongrong away from there.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong snapped out of her daze! The Blue Silver Emperor's light had illuminated the area, allowing her to clearly see the blade's true form! It wasn't the demonic monster she had imagined, but rather an unparalleled beauty she had never seen before!

Her father Ning Fengzhi's elegant and refined image, and her grandfather Jian's arrogant and unparalleled sword immortal style, all seemed to pale in comparison to the blade, and neither could compete with it!

Her values ​​followed her appearance, and Ning Rongrong suddenly wondered if she had spoken too harshly just now!

Moreover, judging from their conversation, Ren was clearly not an ordinary teacher; his status and position seemed to far exceed her imagination.

"Listen up, Ning Rongrong! You're here at Shrek Academy as a regular student! If you continue to cause trouble with your insignificant status, you'll be expelled!"

After Flander finished speaking, he said no more and led the little witch through the academy corridor back to her dormitory. Ning Rongrong struggled a few times, trying to resist, but quickly realized her powerlessness and could only helplessly follow, her eyes filled with resentment and grievance.

"Dean, I'm not messing around anymore! But could you tell me about that handsome guy I just saw? That's my only request!"

Ning Rongrong's voice carried a hint of pleading; her curiosity had been completely ignited, and she was filled with a desire to investigate Ren's identity and origins.

"You?? Stop dreaming! If you behave well, you still have a chance. Otherwise, not only you, but all your family members will be 'corrected'!"

Flanders admonished:

Ning Rongrong's face showed regret, and she quickly pleaded, "Ah? No! Waaah, I know I was wrong! Who knew he was even more handsome than my dad!"

"Rongrong was wrong, please, please let me apologize to that handsome guy!"

For a moment, her voice was trembling with tears, clearly frightened by Flander's stern attitude, pleading for such a small wish to be granted.

Flander shook his head helplessly, speechless at Ning Rongrong's superficiality and fickleness:

"I'm speechless."

For a moment, I didn't know whether to blame her for her ignorance or for her naivety.

This young lady seems to have a lot to learn!

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(End of this chapter)