Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Tang San also realized what was happening and silently walked towards Blue Tyrant Academy.

As Dai Mubai and the others watched Tang San's retreating figure, even without knowing those events, they could understand that he carried a heavy burden.

The bittersweet feeling in everyone's hearts was suppressed because of Tang San.

……

Inside Tianxing Restaurant.

Soul Wind, Evil Blood, and three others gathered in one room, with a stiff corpse beside them.

"Your Majesty, it seems the plan is working out. What should we do next?"

Facing the problem of Soul Wind.

The Evil Blood Douluo looked confident and assured.

"Next... naturally, we need to continuously deepen Tang San's trust and bond with us, so that he sees us as his backer, his support, and his friends!"

"But Your Majesty... what should we do?"

"hehe..."

The Evil Blood Douluo let out a hoarse, sharp, cold laugh.

"Find a time to arrange for the Spirit Hall to kill him, without holding back... I'll repay him for saving my life once more!"

"Send the Spirit Hall people to kill Tang San?!"

Avalanche was a little confused and looked at Soul Wind with a puzzled expression.

Soul Wind shook his head helplessly, feeling somewhat exasperated by Avalanche's incompetence.

He certainly couldn't make arrangements for the people from the Spirit Hall.

But they have no shortage of cannon fodder to be sent to their deaths.

To die at the hands of the Evil Blood Lord is an honor for them!

Looking at Tang Hao sitting upright opposite him.

The Evil Blood Douluo seemed to see the day when he would drag the Clear Sky Sect down with him.

He couldn't help but let out a chilling laugh.

"Jiejiejie..."

Then he commanded, "Avalanche, I don't care how you operate... Tang San and the others must participate in the Soul Master Competition!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the avalanche will be arranged perfectly."

The avalanche was immediately addressed.

He understood the Royal Fighting Team's current predicament; even joining the first team would be very simple and easy.

Evil Blood Douluo waved his hand.

He put Tang Hao away again, eager for Tang Hao to entrust his son to him before his death!

Chapter 353 I Love You, Not Your Feet

Night falls.

In Ning Rongrong's room.

Ye Qiu lay casually on the bed.

Ning Rongrong was sitting next to her, taking off and discarding the white stockings that had gotten dirty on her legs.

I picked up my toes, sniffed... and they still smelled a little milky.

She lifted her jade-like foot and glanced at Ye Qiu's face.

Noticing her gaze, Ye Qiu's face darkened.

"Rongrong, don't even think about it. I would never let you step on my face."

"Hmph...you stinky husband, can't I even think about it? I've bought the most stockings...it's almost as many as Xiaowu eats carrots in a month!"

A beautiful blush spread across Ning Rongrong's face.

It is exquisitely beautiful.

"Forehead..."

Ye Qiu was speechless.

He said awkwardly, "Last time we just gave each other a light kiss, we should take it slow..."

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly and punched Ye Qiu in the stomach.

"Hmph! I think you just don't love me enough..."

Ye Qiu hurriedly began to explain.

"How could that be? I simply don't have that fetish. I love you, not your feet..."

"If you love me, you should accept all of me..."

Ning Rongrong blushed slightly, put Ye Qiu down again as he tried to get up, and leaned down to gently sip a small sip from Ye Qiu's lips.

Her blue eyes were dreamy, and her voice was soft and sweet.

"You stinky husband~"

"I...I'll try my best to overcome it."

Ye Qiu swallowed the sweetness and affectionately pinched her slender waist.

"You have a conscience~"

Ning Rongrong gave Ye Qiu a resentful look, covered Ye Qiu with the blanket, and got up to go to the bathroom to get water to wash her feet.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's slender and diligent figure, Ye Qiu, who felt light and refreshed and whose resistance to beauty was temporarily comparable to that of a saint, couldn't help but cover his face.

In the midst of a battle between Soul Masters.

Having too many moves and tricks isn't necessarily a good thing.

If you give others too many pointers, they're bound to have complaints. You need to exchange ideas; you can't always be the one getting beaten up, otherwise it's hard to achieve mutual progress.

soon.

Ning Rongrong then brought out a large foot bath basin.

It contained milk and flower petals.

This is almost a nightly ritual for Ning Rongrong. It not only makes her healthier and promotes sleep, but most importantly, it keeps her skin smooth and supple... making her feel more comfortable.

"Husband, let's go to a bar together."

"Rongrong, is that really necessary? I'll put it down myself."

Ning Rongrong placed the foot basin by the bed, pulled Ye Qiu, who was lying down, up, and grabbed Ye Qiu's ankle directly.

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes at Ye Qiu, annoyed.

"Tch~ I'm serving you, and you're still not happy?"

"No, it's just that I feel sorry for you."

Ye Qiu reached out and pulled Ning Rongrong into his arms, put her feet in the water, and gently nibbled on her earlobe.

"If you really care about me, then stop messing around... I'll give it to you after our engagement party..."

Ning Rongrong leaned softly against Ye Qiu's chest, gently inhaling the fragrance emanating from him.

Humph...

This guy, even his scent is so alluring.

Just smelling it can clear away negative states.

"Don't worry, I promised you, I definitely won't lie to you!"

Ye Qiu gently began to give Ning Rongrong a routine massage.

"Well, I believe you..."

Ning Rongrong let out a soft cry.

She wrapped her arms around Ye Qiu's neck, tilted her head back, and kissed him.

It's about evil spirit masters.

Ye Qiu didn't say much to Xiao Wu and the others.

They are still very weak and can't be of much help... so there's no need for them to worry about this kind of thing.

……

Early the next morning.

Ye Qiu then appeared in front of Ye Lingling's house.

There... a beautiful and graceful woman was already waiting for Ye Qiu.