Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, Inheriting the Dragon God's Posi

Chapter 152 Ning Rongrong admits defeat in the bet, from now on you belong to me!

"This little sister."

"What are you looking for?"

Ye Han stepped forward and stood in front of Ning Rongrong to ask her questions.

"Um?"

Ning Rongrong frowned slightly and looked up when she saw someone blocking her way.

She was momentarily stunned when she saw the man in front of her clearly.

The Ye Han before me was so handsome that he seemed to have stepped out of a painting.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling his body.

It added a touch of warmth to him, and his eyes sparkled with unruliness and playfulness.

"I...yes, I'm looking for Shrek Academy."

Ning Rongrong snapped out of her daze and answered with a slight hesitation.

He couldn't help but wonder who this man was, that he possessed such an aura.

Ye Han smiled slightly, a wicked smile curving his lips:

"Oh? Looking for Shrek Academy? Then you've come to the right person."

Upon hearing this, a hint of joy flashed in Ning Rongrong's eyes:

"Could it be that you are a student of Shrek Academy?"

Ye Han shook his head, his smile widening:

"I am not, but I do know the way there."

"So, do you want me to take you there? But how would you like to thank me?"

At this point, his gaze became unrestrained.

His voice roamed over Ning Rongrong's alluring body, carrying a hint of flirtation.

Ning Rongrong felt the arrogant gaze and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

If it were anyone else, she would definitely be furious right now.

But the man before her possessed an indescribable charm that made it impossible for her to dislike him.

Instead, it aroused her playful spirit; she puffed out her chest and a mischievous smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

"How can I thank you? Judging from the look in your eyes, you don't necessarily want me, do you? Sure~"

"But I'm afraid that once you know who I am, you won't just be too scared to accept it, you'll be so terrified that you'll kneel down and beg for forgiveness!"

Ye Han smiled, knowing her identity as the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Others might be afraid, but Ye Han wouldn't be afraid in the slightest.

He burst into laughter, a laugh tinged with arrogance, and made a bet, as if tempting the other:

"Your identity? Fine, then how about we make a bet?"

"If I knew who you were, would I still want you? You'd be at my mercy!"

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement almost without hesitation, her playful spirit growing even stronger:

"Fine! I hope you won't kneel down and beg me to let you go!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School behind her is one of the three major sects on the continent, and even the Spirit Hall dares not offend it.

Moreover, she is the daughter of the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Even if the Pope of the Spirit Hall were to come in person, he wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

She was certain that once the man in front of her found out, he would obediently kneel down and admit his mistake, becoming her dog and licking her boots!

"Now, listen carefully!"

Ning Rongrong raised her chin slightly and said confidently:

"I am Ning Rongrong, daughter of the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three great sects on the continent!"

After saying that, she crossed her arms over her chest, expecting Ye Han to show a shocked expression and then kneel down to admit his mistake.

But what she expected didn't happen at all!

Ye Han's smile remained unchanged, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"Oh? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? The daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader?"

"Is it that impressive? In my eyes, it's nothing special."

"you!!!"

Ning Rongrong was immediately annoyed, but quickly realized something.

He's probably just a country bumpkin who's never seen the world.

He immediately prepared to tell him about the status of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School on the mainland!

Ye Han had already guessed what she wanted to say, and couldn't help but smile wickedly:

"No need to explain, I am naturally aware of the status of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"However, given my status, I really don't take the mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School seriously."

"You...you have quite the nerve!"

Ning Rongrong became even angrier and pointed at Ye Han, angrily rebuking him:

"Then tell me, who are you?"

"I truly don't believe that anyone on the entire continent would dare to disregard my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Ye Han smiled and spoke slowly, his tone carrying an undeniable authority:

"Ye Han, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"

Ning Rongrong's expression instantly became quite interesting.

First came astonishment, then skepticism, and finally, an inability to suppress a laugh:

"You say you're Ye Han, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? Then I'm none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

"How could the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall possibly appear in such a remote place? It's utterly absurd! What a joke!"

Ye Han didn't take it to heart; he had expected her to act this way.

With a thought, he instantly released the Martial Souls of the Light Dragon King and the Dark Dragon King.

"roar--!"

The Twin Dragon Kings of Light and Darkness unleashed a deafening roar, their massive dragon bodies bursting forth.

Each of them was equipped with three black and three red spirit rings, and they exuded a terrifying aura.

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"what!"

The immense pressure instantly made Ning Rongrong's legs go weak.

Her stunningly beautiful face turned pale, and she gasped in shock:

"Dual...Twin Martial Souls! Level 80 Soul Douluo!"

"Six ten-thousand-year spirit rings! Six hundred-thousand-year spirit rings!"

But that wasn't all; five spirit dragons of light also appeared.

This scene shocked Ning Rongrong even more, causing her red lips and delicate body to tremble wildly.

"Now you should believe me, right?"

Ye Han was very satisfied with her appearance, and his smile was tinged with a hint of smugness.

"Gurgle~!"

Ning Rongrong swallowed hard, suppressing the shock in her heart as she nodded:

"You...you really are Ye Han, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"

"But...but how did you end up in a place like this?!"

Ye Han did not answer directly, but asked with a wicked smile:

"Does the bet we just made still stand?"

Ning Rongrong's mind was still a bit foggy, and she subconsciously asked:

"What bet?"

Ye Han's smile became playful.

Gently pinch her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye:

"You've forgotten so quickly? Or are you just pretending?"

"If I knew your identity and still dared to take you, you're at my mercy!"

"Do you remember what I said?"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said softly:

"I...I certainly remember, so...so what do you want to do with me?"

Ye Han smiled slightly, a wicked glint flashing in his deep eyes.

He pulled her supple, delicate body into his arms, asserting his domineering control:

"From this day forward, you belong to me!"

"ah?!"

Ning Rongrong pressed her delicate body against Ye Han's chest, completely stunned.

An indescribable, strange feeling quietly began to grow in her heart.

The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, being her man... well, it's not entirely impossible!

Seeing that she didn't react immediately, Ye Han became even bolder, his claws running rampant.

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled violently, and her mind went completely blank.

No one could have predicted that the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall would be so bold and direct.

Her small hands instinctively tried to resist Ye Han's broad chest, but Ye Han breathed into her ear:

"What? You just made that bet yourself, are you trying to back out now?"

Ning Rongrong's face turned even redder. She bit her lower lip and whispered softly:

"Who...who went back on their word? I didn't, it's just that you're like this..."

"This is so sudden! We should at least get to know each other for a few days first..."

Ye Han's gaze swept to the bushes beside him, a slight smile playing on his lips, before he once again declared domineeringly:

"My little princess Rongrong, I've already said you're at my disposal, so naturally you have no right to refuse!"

After saying that, he picked her up in his arms, darted into the bushes, threw her down, and pounced on her to kiss her.

(End of this chapter)