Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

"Don't tell anyone..."

Ye Qiu glared at her and gave her a reminder.

"No way! I'm not stupid!" Ning Rongrong's face was full of reproach and grievance.

"If you dare to knock on me like that again, I'll... I'll sit on you until you die! Humph..." Ning Rongrong released her hands, jumped up and down fiercely, and let out a muffled groan.

Her face was flushed, her mouth slightly open, and she exhaled a little water mist, which splashed onto Ye Qiu's head.

I bumped my head and felt a little dizzy.

"Uh~" Ye Qiu's face darkened.

Luckily, he held her tightly, preventing Ning Rongrong from falling. Otherwise, this pampered young lady would have been badly injured.

Zhu Zhuqing secretly chuckled as she watched Ye Qiu's stiff and embarrassed expression.

"Alright! Don't get the point wrong..." Ye Qiu finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He impatiently placed Ning Rongrong next to him and let her lean on his shoulder.

To prevent her from constantly causing trouble and lusting after me.

"The key point? What is it?" Ning Rongrong looked at him strangely.

What could be more shocking than killing a Title Douluo?!

Ye Qiu glanced at Xiao Wu, who had become somewhat reserved, and Zhu Zhuqing had already noticed her change.

"Are you talking about Xiao Wu's true identity?" Zhu Zhuqing turned her head to look at Xiao Wu, her eyes filled with a hint of amazement.

"Xiao Wu?" Ning Rongrong finally sat up straight and looked at her.

Just now, the two of them had unconsciously overlooked the fact that Xiao Wu was a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form.

"Zhuqing, Rongrong... will we still be good sisters?" Xiaowu's eyes darted away, unable to look them in the eye.

Although Ye Qiu had told her many times before that Zhu Qing and Rong Rong wouldn't mind her identity.

But she was still a little nervous inside.

The air was quiet for a moment.

Just as Xiao Wu's face showed disappointment, the clear spring echoed, and Zhu Zhuqing's pleasant voice reached her ears.

"Of course it is!"

Zhu Zhuqing showed a rare gentle smile and held Xiao Wu's hand in her own.

"Although you were a 100,000-year-old soul beast before, the Xiao Wu I know is the one I am now!"

"Thank you, Zhuqing..."

“Yes, yes! And we’re all Ye Qiu’s women… we’re best friends!” Ning Rongrong let go of Ye Qiu’s arm and came to Xiao Wu’s side.

"Rongrong...stop fooling around!" Xiaowu's shy and reproachful voice rang out.

Ning Rongrong leaned over and gave Ye Qiu a small kiss on her cheek, then hugged her slender waist and looked at Ye Qiu with a teasing tone: "Ye Qiu can't live without you. What will happen to someone if I don't become your sister!"

"Xiao Qiu would never do that!"

Xiao Wu slapped away Ning Rongrong's wandering hand, blushed, and looked at Ye Qiu with a bossy air: "If he dares to reject you, then I, Xiao Wu, won't want him either..."

"Don't want what? Don't you want Ye Qiu anymore?"

Seeing that Xiao Wu had stopped speaking, Ning Rongrong's expression brightened, and she looked at her with a mixture of anticipation and teasing.

Xiao Wu gently shook her head, looking somewhat guilty at Ye Qiu. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly uttered the second half of her sentence to Ning Rongrong.

"Sister Xiaowu is ignoring him!"

"Pfft~" Seeing Xiao Wu standing with her hands on her hips, speaking from the heart, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Xiao Wu, you can't even be polite to me?" Ning Rongrong looked at her with a bitter face and resentment.

Suddenly I realized I'd spoken up a bit too soon; I should have scared her a little.

"Rongrong... I'm sorry! I... I can't live without Xiaoqiu..." Xiaowu said apologetically and very seriously.

"Zhuqing...look at her, we two have to stick together from now on!" Ning Rongrong cried, knowing that Xiaowu couldn't be relied on, and then threw herself into Zhu Zhuqing's arms.

"Rongrong! Get your hands off me right now, you've messed up my clothes..." Zhu Zhuqing's embarrassed and annoyed voice rang out.

Grabbing her restless hand, he looked at Ye Qiu not far away, his eyes resolute.

"I don't want to leave Ye Qiu either!"

"..."

Seeing the three girls of different ages playing and laughing together, Ye Qiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Qiu, who was already being teased by Ning Rongrong, looked at the occasional glimpse of spring in front of him.

He could only lie on his side on the straw mat woven from blue silver kingfisher feathers.

"Ugh! Pfft cough cough~"

"Ye Qiu! I can't live without you either!"

Ye Qiu, who was taking a nap with his eyes closed, was suddenly pressed down on by a soft body.

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

"Rongrong, if you keep doing this, I'll be leaving this world soon! Do you believe me...?"

Ye Qiu rolled his eyes and tried to hug her small waist.

Her two arms were being supported by Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu respectively.

“Then we’ll go with you!” Zhu Zhuqing leaned on his shoulder, her voice completely calm, as if she were talking about something ordinary.

“Zhuqing is right, I’ll bring Rongrong along too! Haha…” Xiaowu leaned on his shoulder, letting out a silvery laugh.

"I'm not that heavy! And..." Ning Rongrong glared angrily at Ye Qiu, then quieted down, nestled against his chest, and listened quietly to his heartbeat. "And I don't want Xiao Wu to carry me!"

"Alright, alright! Why are you saying all this? I was just joking! It's true that Rongrong shouldn't move around..." Ye Qiu spread his arms wide, reminding Ning Rongrong.

"Know it!"

The three women lay quietly, with no sound other than their breathing.

Ye Qiu suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Rongrong!"

"What?" Ning Rongrong's somewhat lazy voice rang out; she was already a little sleepy.

"You can buy a set of hidden weapons from Tang San!"

Chapter 185 Immortal Products

"hidden weapon?"

Ning Rongrong's expression shifted.

She was still a little drowsy, but she instantly woke up after hearing Ye Qiu's words.

She knew that the hidden weapons referred to the strange and unusual things in Tang San's hands.

Ye Qiu only mentioned it briefly.

As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she understood his meaning.

I savored her youthful body and the wonderfully different fragrances and tenderness on both sides.

Ye Qiu continued, "Once you buy one set, I can draw up the blueprints! Then we can start mass production!"

"Really?!" Ning Rongrong looked up, surprised and delighted to see Ye Qiu using her sleeping mat.

She had the Zhuge Crossbow and the Silent Sleeve Arrow that Ye Qiu had given her.

After arriving at Shrek Academy, they witnessed the power of the hidden weapons in Tang San's hands.

Ning Rongrong already had a fairly clear understanding of the power of hidden weapons.

It might be somewhat inadequate against high-level Soul Masters, but it's quite effective against those below the Soul Master level.

Even in the event of a sneak attack, many Soul Masters and Soul Kings might find it difficult to deal with.

Most importantly, the mechanical hidden weapons in Tang San's hands do not require soul power, so even ordinary people can unleash the same power in their hands.

No force would refuse such a weapon.

Moreover, most of the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are support-type Soul Masters, whose own attack power is really too weak.

If we could equip ourselves with a batch of such weapons, both the personal safety of our disciples and the safety of our sect would be greatly guaranteed.

"Of course it's true! This is what Xiao Qiu made!" Xiao Wu, leaning on Ye Qiu's shoulder, raised her right hand and took out a set of silent sleeve arrows from her soul tool.

Xiao Wu's warm breath tickled Ye Qiu, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Yes, the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow in your hand came from the same source!"

"That's wonderful!" Ning Rongrong placed her hands on Ye Qiu's chest, gently wriggling her body, her face slowly flushing red with a rosy smile.

The expression on his face was as blissful as a kitten being petted.

Completely ignoring Ye Qiu, who was gritting his teeth and silently enduring the pain.