MTL - From the Power of Space To the Heavens-Chapter 125 . If this is not the case, how can you easily get one hundred thousand

  Chapter 125 125. If not, how can you easily obtain a hundred thousand year soul ring?

   "What are you talking about, Rong Rong?"

  Ning Fengzhi came from not far away, sat in the table without airs, smiled and pressed down the wine glass that Ning Rongrong had just picked up.

   Not far away, Chen Xin and Gu Rong showed weird expressions.

  Although Xiaobaicai took the initiative to attack the little wild boar too much, but if the old farmer made a move, Xiaobaicai could still jump out of the fence and run?

   Even if you run away, you can catch it back!

  However, isn't it a little too much for you, the head of the Qibao Liuli Sect, to go out in person?

  Of course, to the slanderous words of the two old men, Ning Fengzhi could only answer in this way: Facing a brat who is not stingy, it is not an exaggeration for him to go out personally.

  Ning Rongrong pouted, then obediently let go.

   "Nothing to talk about."

"real?"

  Ning Fengzhi's eyes moved slightly, and he gestured to Lu Yuan in front of Ning Rongrong and Lu Yuan, and then a narrow smile appeared on his face.

   "Dad! What are you looking at!"

  Ning Rongrong's cheeks were slightly red, looking at the bad guy opposite who was also smiling, her heart beat slightly faster; but soon, she reacted and shouted angrily.

  Ning Fengzhi replied with a faint smile:

   "Didn't see anything."

  Ning Rongrong almost choked to death on this sentence.

   If she remembers correctly, she also answered Ning Fengzhi in the same way just now, right?

  Is the current report coming so quickly?

   Seeing her father's eyes getting more and more wrong, Ning Rongrong stood up in embarrassment; fearing that her old father might misunderstand, she hurried back to her tent without even saying hello to Lu Yuan.

  Watching Ning Rongrong leave, Lu Yuan calmly poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Ning Fengzhi.

   "Sect Master Ning, won't you try it?"

   "What? Famous wine?"

  Ning Fengzhi's answer made Lu Yuan look at him in surprise.

  Afterwards, the boy couldn't help chuckling.

   "Sect Master Ning is very funny!"

   "This bottle of wine is indeed very ordinary. However, I'm afraid you can't find a few bottles of wine commensurate with your status on this continent?"

   "It makes sense." Ning Fengzhi smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip, and then said:

   "However, alcohol is secondary after all!"

  “If you really want to distinguish between primary and secondary, it will always be secondary.”

   "So." Lu Yuan tilted his head and asked curiously, "I don't know what Sect Master Ning wants to talk to me about?"

  "Naturally it will not be a solicitation"

  Lu Yuan speculated in a low voice to himself.

  Ning Fengzhi smiled.

  This little fox is very cunning, he put down the conversation first, even if he wanted to draw the topic in this direction, he couldn't do it.

  However, he didn't come for this this time.

  Ning Fengzhi thought it would be embarrassing for his master and apprentice to compete for talents.

  Since it is disgraceful not to be able to win, then it is more frank to lose.

  However, to start a topic, one always needs to find a suitable entry point; as it happens, for Ning Fengzhi, this entry point is not difficult to find.

   "Rong Rong is an introverted child, but she really likes you."

   "?"

  Lu Yuan's face was full of question marks, and even the wine in the glass in his hand was condensed into small question marks by the soul power he unconsciously radiated.

   It can be seen how confused Lu Yuan is at this moment.

  Of course, Lu Yuan's ignorance is secondary.

   Not far away, the two old men hiding in the dark have already started gearing up, thinking that when the old farmer comes back, it would be better to give him a sap first? Or is it better to give the other party a brick first?

  Dare to sell your own cabbage, when they don't exist?

   Ning Fengzhi, who had no idea of ​​his uncertain future, was calmly waiting for Lu Yuan's answer at this moment.

  He believed that no matter what the other party answered, it was within his expectations.

   Because of this topic, there are only two general answers:

  Accept or reject.

  Even if the other party adopts a more euphemistic statement, these two points cannot be avoided.

  But this time, Ning Fengzhi's calculation was obviously wrong.

  After a short period of persuasion, Lu Yuan's IQ regained the high ground; he pondered for a while, and finally said:

   "You are a wise man."

   "A wise man who is good at understanding people's hearts."

   "Frankly speaking, if I can really be liked by your daughter, I will be very happy."

   "But I don't want to hear a lie."

   "I think I understand Ning Rongrong's character very well. She is the kind of girl who doesn't shy away from emotions."

   "Now, she is not here to tell the truth, there is only one possibility: she has not yet determined her mind."

  Ning Fengzhi waved lightly, Lu Yuan stopped speaking, and looked at him suspiciously.

   "The orders of parents must not be violated."

   "But you are not a suzerain who can abandon the happiness of your children!"

   Lu Yuan said this fact with a deadpan face.

  Hearing these words, Ning Fengzhi's eyes couldn't help flickering slightly; but no matter how flickering, he still didn't refute this sentence after all, but asked back:

   "What about you? Do you like Rong Rong?"

   "I like it." The corners of Lu Yuan's mouth rose slightly, as if recalling those days of chasing dramas in his previous life; but soon he broke away from the memory, with a bit of melancholy, sighed:

   "Of course I do."

   "However, liking and possession are two different things."

   "I don't have to possess everyone I like."

   "In this world, no one is a puppet, but a living person with unique thoughts; if they are puppets, I don't feel burdened, but they are not."

   Speaking of this, Lu Yuan could not help but pause for a moment.

   His gaze turned slightly, and he stayed on his small tent. Lu Yuan shook the wine glass in his hand, and scattered a bunch of small question marks.

   Then, casually said:

   "What's more, my boat is very small, and it has already loaded a little rabbit, so there is no extra space; there was a guest who made my heart flutter, but she didn't choose my boat after all."

"Not to be missed."

  "A guest who is too early, and a guest who is too late, is not the right guest for me."

   "Even... I provoked her first."

  Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi took a sip of his drink, slightly drunk, and warned:

   "You must know the suffering of Tang Hao back then!"

   "Who knows. If Tang Hao didn't do that, how could he easily obtain a hundred thousand year soul ring?"

   "!"

  Ning Fengzhi was a little bit drunk just now, but was instantly startled into a cold sweat by these shocking words. He couldn't even pretend to be drunk.

"how do I say this?"

   "Talk about the general trend of the world, Jiu He cough!"

   Coughing in embarrassment, Lu Yuan erected a soul power soundproof cover with his backhand.

   "Let's talk about the world, there are many geniuses! There are those who are extremely talented, and those who are humble, and naturally there are those who are deeply scheming."

   "If one day there is a list and a letter to describe the names, there must be two in the top three of this list: Tang Hao and Yu Xiaogang!"

   "There are many hidden secrets about what happened back then; but no matter how many hidden secrets there are, how can the disciples of the sect be separated from the sect with just one sentence?"

   "Sect Master Ning might as well think about it carefully, if Ning Rongrong suddenly announced his withdrawal from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School"

   "Do you think anyone will believe it?"

  Looking slightly concentrated, Ning Fengzhi shook his head thoughtfully.

  Ning Rongrong is his daughter, this is no secret.

   But Tang Hao is also the son of the previous generation of Haotian Sect master!

  Even if the old suzerain is seriously ill, even if there is another heir to choose from, how could he just give up an heir like this!

   Every successor of the sect does not know how much resources and painstaking effort it took to cultivate it!

   Moreover, there are high requirements for the successor's talent!

  The Landian Tyrannosaurus Rex family has so far no young soul master who can provoke the leader, let alone the "young patriarch" or "young suzerain"!

  A qualified successor, the rarity is evident!

   Say something.

   I just saw that many book friends said that the water I wrote

   Actually, I can’t say “just now”, because I saw it yesterday.

   How should I put it? I'm a newbie, and I have little control over the plot, otherwise I wouldn't be able to choose Douluo. After all, Douluo's plot is fairly clear, so I just follow along.

   If I had been original since I first came up, it might be worse than this.

   Of course, this explanation must be difficult.

after all

   "As an author, you admit that you can't do it, so let's just let us readers pay the bill? What's more, the problem itself lies with your author! Abandon the book!!"

   I can make up this kind of words without you saying it.

   Therefore, I will not write nonsense here.

   I admit that my writing is not good, and I am very watery; just as I admit, some plots are rushed, which makes people confused.

   I try my best to correct it, but some things can't be fixed immediately.

   Those who keep books, keep raising them, just remember to come back and take a look from time to time.

I am sorry for those who abandoned the book. After all, you have already followed me to the shelf. It is my poor writing that disappointed you. This is different from the one before it was put on the shelf. Every subscription is paid , sorry for wasting your money.

   I have no right to force every book friend to subscribe.

   But for the book friends who subscribe, I am sorry.

   Feeling very bad and confused.

   So, below me, don’t talk about me for the time being, just this chapter, okay?

   Give me one night, and fill in the morning slowly.

Really sorry

  (end of this chapter)