Douluo's Strongest Son-in-Law

"Oscar, help me beat him!!"

Ning Rongrong shouted to Oscar almost as an order, with that ladylike attitude that made people feel inexplicably disgusted.

"Haha, I'd better forget it."

Oscar smiled sadly, his eyes full of self-mockery.

It's like giving a person a lot of hope and then being extremely disappointed.

"Why? Don't you like me? If you like me, you should risk your life to satisfy me!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of surprise. Oscar clearly liked her, so why didn't he want to take action? Shouldn't loving someone mean helping the other person without any worries?

"I admit that I liked you after I first saw you and even two minutes ago, but now you have chilled me to the core."

Oscar smiled sadly.

"Why?!"

Ning Rongrong felt a feeling of extreme disgust for her coming from Oscar, but it was clear that half an hour ago, Oscar looked at her with eyes full of nymphomaniacs?

Was his face bruised by Dai Mubai?

"No reason. You are the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and I, Oscar, am just a commoner. I am not worthy of you. The dean is right. People like you are not suitable for Shrek Academy. It is better to return to your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Go be a little princess."

Oscar sneered, and then walked away in great disappointment.

"you!!"

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and stamped her feet angrily.

"Even Oscar, who has always loved and cared for you, is gone. You are such a failure as a human being."

Dai Mubai dispersed the white tigers and said mockingly.

The Ning Rongrong in front of him was just an auxiliary soul master, and was not worth mentioning to him.

"You're talking nonsense!!"

Hearing Dai Mubai's mocking look, Ning Rongrong was furious.

"Tang San, come here and help me kill him with those weird things of yours. As long as you kill him, our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will give you all kinds of resource support, and by then you will be promoted to the Soul Saint level at the very least!"

Ning Rongrong almost roared and shouted to Tang San.

Ning Rongrong believes that any soul master will be moved by this condition.

However, Ning Rongrong did not see a heart-beating expression on Tang San's face. Instead, he saw the same disdain as Qin Feng's.

"I don't care about your affairs. Ning Rongrong, you really are not suitable here. You should pack your things and go back."

Tang San smiled frivolously, then pulled Xiao Wu away.

Indeed, if other soul masters had heard of this condition, they would have taken action long ago.

After all, that was the support of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and that was the foundation for the Soul Saint.

But Tang San was not interested in this, because he felt that one day he would stand on top of the continent!

Although the Qibao Glazed Sect is strong, it is not insurmountable. It is just a matter of time.

And if the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is really handed over to Ning Rongrong, it won't be long before it becomes the Wasted Treasure Glazed Sect.

"W-why is this?"

Ning Rongrong watched each person leave, as if he had lost his soul.

The Qibao Glazed Sect is one of the most powerful sects. There are so many people trying to get in but they don’t have a chance. Why are they so disdainful?

"To be honest, you really don't fit in here."

Dai Mubai put his hands in his trouser pockets and left ruthlessly.

"Ah! Why is this?!"

Ning Rongrong's expression collapsed and she shouted almost madly.

In the dark night, she squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Her usual sense of superiority disappeared here, and here she became the weakest and loneliest person.

…

Men's bed.

"That girl Ning Rongrong seems to be crying quite hard. Oscar, don't you really want to go down and have a look?"

Qin Feng asked Oscar.

"Brother Feng, it's impossible for me to be with her. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain."

Oscar said with a melancholy look on his face.

"Oscar, why don't you go down and take a look? She has been crying for almost an hour and is still squatting there in the cold wind. It would be bad if she catches a cold."

Qin Feng's voice seemed a little different and he continued to speak to Oscar.

"Brother Feng, please stop trying to persuade me. She is the superior princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and I am just a nobody. Let him pass everything."

Oscar sighed again.

"Then go ahead, why don't you go to my bed and squeeze in with me if you don't sleep at night!!"

Qin Feng roared violently, lifted the quilt in an instant, and kicked Oscar out of the bed.

Forget it if he just sleeps normally. This guy comes here and looks under the window every once in a while, muttering to himself why Rongrong hasn’t left yet!

Qin Feng spent too much soul power in the soul fighting arena today and was exhausted to death. The other party actually came here to disturb him in his sleep. Isn't this a joke?

"Boom!"

The wooden board made a loud noise, and Oscar screamed.

"What, what's wrong??"

Tang San was tightly wrapped in quilt and looked at Qin Feng and Oscar with a surprised look on his face.

"Brother Feng, we are both fallen people from the end of the world, why should we be in such a hurry to fight each other?"

Oscar looked sad while rubbing his buttocks.

"Guangguangguan, who the hell fell into the world at the same time as you!"

If it were him chasing Ning Rongrong, would he be dumped??

I guess they would have been planting flowers together at the Rose Hotel by now, which would have made him as aggrieved as Oscar.

What a shame!!

"Brother Feng, Boss Dai has Zhu Zhuqing, Fatty has Cuihua, and Mistress has Xiao Wu. Look, we are the only two men left. Otherwise, we will..."

Oscar raised his eyebrows.

"I wipe it?"

When Qin Feng saw this philosophical smile, he immediately trembled.

"ah!!!"

At twelve o'clock in the morning at Shrek Academy, an unknown object was thrown out of the men's dormitory on the third floor.

"Bang! Ah——"

Thirty seconds later, a flowerpot with flowers fell down, and there was another scream.

"Brother Feng, isn't it a bit windy? Oscar won't..."

The window glass was gone, and a cold wind blew in.

"Indeed, the broken glass seems to be in an ugly shape. I'll use a piece of cloth to repair it."

With a heavy kick, the entire window was kicked down by Qin Feng.

"ah--"

The next breath was followed by a miserable cry.

Tang San moved closer to the bed and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He is notorious for being a straight man.

"Okay, let's go to bed. I'm really sleepy today."

At this time, Qin Feng beautifully covered himself with the quilt.

"Brother Feng..."

As time passed by, Tang San's mind kept replaying the scene where Qin Feng threw Oscar downstairs.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Feng asked in a daze.

"How about we go down and see Oscar? He is a food-based soul master, so he shouldn't be able to handle it, right? What if..."

Tang San didn't know why, but he felt an inexplicable sense of fear when speaking in front of Brother Feng.