Douluo: I was heard by Bibi Dong

"Then what should we do now?"

The Seventh Elder looked at the Second Elder with big eyes and small eyes. Tang Xiao received the news and rushed to Lanba Academy to capture Tang San. More than half a month has passed.

Tang San was nowhere to be seen, and Tang Xiao was also missing. There were less than a hundred disciples in the core Haotian sect.

The seventh elder also noticed something was wrong at this time, "Isn't this someone targeting our Haotian Sect?"

"Don't panic, as long as the five of us are still here, although the Haotian Sect is in a corner, it is still the largest sect in the world. Recharge your batteries, develop with peace of mind, and encourage childbirth. Let the disciples with foreign surnames who are walking around pay attention to the news. That day

The identity of the girl is unknown, and I am afraid that someone may do harm to our Haotian Sect."

"Yes, I will obey the orders of the second elder."

Outside the door, Tang Hu was staggering with grief, and Tang Tiantian was a little scared and hid in her father's arms.

Nine out of ten households are empty, women sigh and children cry out, filled with grief and sorrow.

The Seventh Elder opened the door and came out. Tang Hu knelt down with his fists clasped: "Seventh Elder, Tang Hu is petitioning to leave the clan and pursue Tang San."

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"Tiantian, daddy is no longer the third-generation chief who lost this time. But, I'm sorry..."

Tang Hu's behavior of abandoning his wife and daughter to seek revenge on Tang San was severely scolded by the Seventh Elder.

'The whereabouts of the sect master is unknown. No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the sect master?'

"Tang Hu is confident that killing Tang San is enough."

'What should you do with your wife and daughter? The Haotian Sect is at the time of reconstruction, and the burden of the third generation of chiefs must be shouldered by you!'

"But if Tang Hu closes his eyes, those two hundred of his dearest brothers will die with their eyes open!!"

'Nonsense! Alas, our Haotian Sect has also declined. I didn't expect that the old sect master could not promote the reputation of Tang Chen's sect master. Now, the Haotian Sect has been destroyed by Tang Hao and his son Tang San. The sect is unfortunate...

'

Tang Hu was stunned and stopped recalling. Finally he looked at the village at the foot of the Haotian Sect Mountain and wiped his wet eyes.

The gatekeeper disciples all knew about Tang Hu's departure, but they all let him go after being scolded by him.

"Tang San!! Your father, Tang Hu, is here!"

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A large number of black-clothed soul masters took advantage of the darkness to quickly and quietly gather.

"This day has finally arrived."

Her left hand was held forward, and the corners of Bibi Dong's clothes rustled in the night wind.

'Hahahahaha, as long as I get through tonight, the world will be mine.'

"To report to His Majesty the Pope, the 1,200 soul masters from the four sects and our 18,000 soul masters are all in place." A cardinal hurried over to report the news.

Bibi Dong's eyes were already burgundy after the Death God Realm was opened, bloodthirsty and enchanting.

"Next, it's time for your performance." The red light in his eyes seemed to immerse His Majesty the Pope in darkness.

The ten figures behind him either crossed their chests or stood up and nodded, then rushed into the black crowd.

Following the army of black-clothed soul masters, the troops divided into two groups and headed towards the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect.

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"Zhu Qing! I'm so scared. I don't know why. I feel so panicked." Ning Rongrong's eyes were like water, filled with worry.

"Be good, it's okay," Zhu Zhuqing said as he took Ning Rongrong into his arms. In fact...she knew some news.

Whether it's the whereabouts of Master Ghost Douluo or the recent transfer of soul masters in Wuhun City.

Although Ju Douluo speaks very eloquently, he is the one who can usually tell Zhu Zhuqing the most news.

Just like a girl who loves to gossip, Yue Guan didn't know what was going on. She always teased her in her words about whether she was having an affair with Gunter, the Pope's disciple.

So Yue Guan has always regarded her as one of his own. "Wuhun City will be closed down recently, and you won't be able to get out anyway. It doesn't matter if I tell you. Someone is plotting against the Qibao Glazed Sect, and our Wuhun Palace must rush over to rescue it."

~Hahaha”

Yue Guan, who covered the corner of his mouth with the back of his left hand, gave her a flirtatious look and started to smile three times.

After being poked in the waist by Ghost Douluo, "Hmm~~~Dead ghost..."

"Did something happen to my father?" he whispered in Zhu Zhuqing's arms.

It has to be said that women's intuition is sometimes surprisingly accurate. Zhu Zhuqing did not answer.

He began to pat Ning Rongrong's back gently and rocked her like a child.

"Even if your penis is big and you are shaking me like this, you will never want me to call you mom." Ning Rongrong's unhappiness went away as quickly as it came. Her character is such an eccentric one.

"If you want to scream, I don't mind." Zhu Zhuqing's cold tone always gives people a solemn feeling. It is natural for people to believe that what she said is true and not to doubt her.

Therefore, Ning Rongrong really thought about it subconsciously. Her mother passed away very early, and it was her father, Grandpa Jian, and Grandpa Gu who pampered her when she grew up. During these years in Wuhun Palace, she felt even less family affection.

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Subconsciously, she hugged Zhu Zhuqing's back hard. Although she was a little stuffy and couldn't breathe, it surprisingly made Ning Rongrong feel at ease.

Warmth, quietness, and safety, Ning Rongrong forgot how to describe this moment. She just buried her head in this body fragrance and gradually lost herself.

Zhu Zhuqing's face turned red the moment he was suddenly attacked. But seeing Ning Rongrong's expression at this moment, he thought, 'She is just a poor person.'

Suppressing the strange feeling in front of her, Zhu Zhuqing could feel the heat on her body every time the other person breathed in the quiet room.

The moon rises higher.

No matter how comfortable the dream is, you will wake up.

Ning Rongrong groaned, it turned out that she had fallen asleep accidentally just now. Only then did she realize that Zhu Zhuqing had been holding her back and tilting her upper body so that Ning Rongrong would not turn over and wake up.

Although she was a little dazed in her sleep, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but blush after she figured it out.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. You must be very tired, Zhuqing."

"It's okay. Compared to training on weekdays, this is nothing."

"Well, even though I'm older than you, I will suffer a little loss this time and call you mom for once."

"It can be done in the future." Zhu Zhuqing shook his hand and chuckled casually.

"Eh?!" The little witch who was killed in one sentence was stunned at the time. Is this still my Zhuqing? It can't be 'her'.

"I mean, if you want to sleep in my arms, I won't mind from now on. We are relatives, aren't we," Zhu Zhuqing said, accustomed to being concise and to the point. Others will understand the rest by themselves.

But this time, the little witch thought too much...

Ning Rongrong blushed again, as if refusing to admit defeat. Ning Rongrong shouted softly in a voice she thought was loud:

"Mom, let me hold you for a little while longer."

Zhu Zhuqing also seemed to be amused by her: "Okay, okay, I'll let you hold me for a while, my good daughter, go to sleep."

Ning Rongrong was really defeated by Ning Rongrong who could make a person like her who didn't like words say so many words.

The little witch hid in Zhu Zhuqing's arms shyly again.

Zhu Zhuqing patted her carelessly, wanting to hum a lullaby. His eyes were unnoticeably dim. In that emotionless family, who would sing a lullaby to her? She couldn't even sing a nursery rhyme.

Somehow, my mind changed from nursery rhymes to candies.

With the last piece of candy, what wish do you want to make?