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Douluo: My Soul Skills Made Tang San Cry novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16 - 16: Little Witch Ning Rongrong? Kneel down for me!

Chapter 16: Little Witch Ning Rongrong? Kneel down for me!

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"If you want a potion, that's fine."

Zhuge Lan named his price—

"But I left in a hurry this time and didn't bring any servants."

"For the duration of your time at Shrek, you'll wash my clothes and dishes."

"Before you obtain your third soul ring, I guarantee to increase your soul ring limit by over 3000 years."

[Emotion Points +2333]

Oscar's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly!

—This deal is too damn good!

"No problem!"

"From today on, Lan-ge, all your needs are on me, Oscar!"

"Lan-ge, are you tired?"

"I'll get you a chair!"

He scurried off.

When he returned.

He had two wooden chairs in his left hand and two cups of tea in his right.

He diligently invited Zhuge Lan and Zhu Zhuqing to sit down and have tea.

Dai Mubai, standing to the side, looked quite envious.

[Emotion Points +666]

That's right!

Envious.

A free increase of 3000 years to the soul ring limit!

A step ahead, always ahead.

Just look at how Zhuge Lan, a level 35 Soul Elder, can make the level 37 Dai Mubai wary, and you can see how deep his foundation is.

Dai Mubai was also very tempted by that secret formula.

But!

The dirty work that Zhuge Lan didn't want to do had already been taken over by Oscar.

What price could he offer?

Like Zhu Zhuqing, promise a condition?

Hmm.

He thought of Zhuge Lan's previous deal with Flender.

—Gold soul coins might be a good idea! freewebnovel.cσ๓

He immediately raised his foot to try.

Unexpectedly.

Ning Rongrong took a quicker step and came before Zhuge Lan.

She said sweetly, "Zhuge classmate, how about I buy this formula from you for 100,000 gold soul coins?"

Note!

It's "buy the formula," not "buy the medicine."

This 100,000 gold soul coins sounded like a lot, and Tang San and the others were shocked and widened their eyes.

But Zhuge Lan was unmoved.

In the hands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect, how many talents can the whale gelatin formula cultivate? And how much value can it create?

A mere 100,000 gold soul coins is just a fraction of that.

"If you really want the formula, have your father come talk to me," Zhuge Lan said casually, "Or either Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo, anyone else is unnecessary."

Dai Mubai and the others didn't feel anything was wrong.

Such a precious formula is worth a Title Douluo or the sect master of the Upper Three Sects coming forward.

But.

[Emotion Points +1999]

Looking at the value above Ning Rongrong's head, Zhuge Lan smiled.

Did he say anything sarcastic?

No.

It's purely because this little witch didn't get her way and is angry.

[Emotion Points +2999]

[Emotion Points +3999]

Yo!

Another treasure contestant who has mastered the "the more I think about it, the angrier I get" skill?

Ning Rongrong was also exasperated, so she simply stopped pretending to be a good girl.

The gentleness on her face disappeared, and her eyes were arrogant and disdainful.

One hand on her hip and one finger pointing at Zhuge Lan's nose.

"Boy!"

"This young lady is giving you 100,000 gold soul coins to buy the formula, that's looking up to you!"

"Do you really think that because you've mastered a small formula, everyone has to beg you?"

"If you know what's good for you, cooperate obediently."

"Otherwise, this young lady will call my servants and directly tie you back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu looked astonished.

That gentle little girl would actually say such harsh words?

But Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing both had strange expressions.

Ning Rongrong is treating Zhuge Lan as a lucky guy with no background.

But Zhuge Lan's performance just now.

Could he be someone with no background?

Heh!

Zhuge Lan really has no one behind him.

He knew Ning Rongrong's background, but he still acted without hesitation.

Isn't this relying on something?

In the eyes of ordinary people.

Zhuge Lan's background is at least not weaker than Ning Rongrong's.

As a result, Ning Rongrong didn't realize the problem, and smiled triumphantly.

[Emotion Points +2333]

"You're scared and covering your head, right?" she said gleefully, "Now quickly release this young lady, and then kneel down and kowtow until this young lady is satisfied, and maybe I can let you off."

Zhuge Lan rolled his eyes and ignored Ning Rongrong.

[Emotion Points +4444]

"Hey!" Ning Rongrong screamed, "Didn't you hear what this young lady said? Do you really want to die!"

Zhuge Lan picked his ears and still ignored her.

[Emotion Points +4999]

"Okay, okay, okay!" Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, "You want to die, right? Someone come! Kill this guy for me!"

A gust of wind blew.

It was quiet, and nothing happened.

[Emotion Points +5555]

Zhuge Lan had expected this.

This time Ning Rongrong ran away, and although Ning Fengzhi arranged for people to follow.

But in order to correct Ning Rongrong's bad habits.

He must have ordered that unless there is a life-threatening danger, they must not show themselves.

Not to mention Zhuge Lan's identity, in the eyes of those people, is also very mysterious.

Not showing up is just a conflict between two juniors.

Once they show up and bully the small with the big.

The people in the dark must also jump out.

That would rise to a confrontation between two forces!

So as long as they are smart people, it is best to pretend to be dead now.

—If there are not smart ones, then they can only be asked to die.

"What are you doing?!"

Flender came skimming over the ground again.

"This is the academy, who allowed you to fight?"

"Zhuge, release Ning Rongrong first!"

This face still has to be given.

Zhuge Lan put away Li Jing's long sword.

The first thing Ning Rongrong did when she got up was to kick Zhuge Lan.

Zhuge Lan didn't dodge at all, and directly summoned the Thorns Armor.

—Come and hit me!

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