Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

"What about Rongrong?"

Sword Douluo wasn't very good at these things; he was more concerned about his little princess, and he could tell that she had feelings for Ye Qiu.

"Let Rongrong's situation take its course... My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess has no trouble finding a husband!"

Even so, Ning Fengzhi secretly shook his head, 'If she doesn't change her temperament, things won't be easy to handle.'

……

After entrusting Ning Rongrong to Xiao Lan's care, Ye Qiu sat cross-legged on the bed and cultivated.

They didn't even know when she woke up or when she left the courtyard.

I don't know how Xiao Lan comforted her, but when she left, apart from her eyes being a little red and swollen, she wasn't so sad anymore.

Their steps were somewhat light...

Outside, the moonlight streamed down, adding a touch of softness to the flowerbeds in the courtyard.

Xiao Lan secretly looked towards Ye Qiu from the window outside. Seeing that he was still immersed in cultivation, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, turning back every few steps, he walked towards the gate of the courtyard, tiptoeing and sneaking his head out of the gate.

As if he had found something, his eyes lit up, and he waved outside, trying to keep his voice as low as possible so as not to disturb others.

"Sister Rongrong~ Over here!"

"Little Blue..."

"Shh!"

Ning Rongrong walked over, and before she could even speak, she was interrupted by Ning Rongrong pointing her index finger at her.

"Sister Rongrong, did you bring the things?"

Ning Rongrong gave her a strange look, and then followed suit, leaning close to her ear and whispering softly.

"I brought it, but what are you doing..."

"My brother won't let me drink it, so let's be careful not to let him find out! I don't want him to be angry..."

After saying that, Xiao Lan tiptoed and led Ning Rongrong into her room.

"Little Blue Sister, let's do one more..."

"Uh... Sister Rongrong, cheers!"

The sound of glasses clinking came from inside...

After a long while, Ning Rongrong's scream and the sound of porcelain shattering came from Xiao Lan's room...

"Ah! Little Blue~ Quickly put it down!"

Crash!

"Little Blue...let me go! Ah~!"

Ye Qiu, sitting cross-legged on the bed, twitched his ears as if he were hearing someone's cry for help.

He then got up and searched for the source of the sound.

"Brother~"

"Little Blue! Let me go! I'm not Ye Qiu! Ah!"

Ye Qiu, standing outside the door, listened to the sounds coming from inside with a strange expression.

Click!

As soon as Ye Qiu opened the door, he frowned, and a strong smell of alcohol hit him.

Two wine glasses were on the table, and shards of a broken wine bottle lay on the floor...

Looking over, Ye Qiu's brows were furrowed and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

On the bed, Xiao Lan's face was burning hot, her fair skin turned bright red, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were half-closed, and she was delirious.

He pinned Ning Rongrong down, clinging to her like an octopus, and began to kiss her wildly...

"Ye... Ye Qiu! Move her away! Ah~ Xiao Lan! Don't grab me! My clothes...!"

Ning Rongrong had several teeth marks on her face, and her clothes were disheveled.

Ye Qiu stepped forward with a cold face, grabbed the drunken Xiao Lan by the back of the neck, and lifted her up.

Chapter 71 Drunk

Smelling the familiar scent, Xiao Lan clung to Ye Qiu, wrapped her arms around his neck, and crossed her legs.

Resisting the urge to flick her forehead, Ye Qiu silently activated the second soul skill of the Blue Silver Emperor, Blue Silver Fragrance!

I didn't know this soul skill couldn't cure a hangover, I'll just have to try it.

"Bro hiccup~ Honey..."

"Heh... kissing? Wait till you wake up and see how I deal with you!"

Seeing the drunken Xiao Lan, Ye Qiu, despite the smell of alcohol, reluctantly put his arm around her waist.

Ning Rongrong hurriedly straightened her blue undergarment that had been torn off, lowering her head and not daring to look at him, her flushed face turning even redder.

"Miss Ning! What's going on?" The voice was filled with anger.

If things are like this right after they started dating, and the two of them spend more time together, Ye Qiu is worried that Xiao Lan will go astray.

"What? What happened? I was in a bad mood, and Xiao Lan offered to drink with me!"

"Also, please stop calling me Miss Ning! I don't like that title!"

Faced with his questioning, Ning Rongrong's expression changed from guilty to angry. Ye Qiu's way of addressing her displeased her. She jumped off the bed, walked to the table, and took another big gulp of wine.

Perhaps the soul skill was working, because the little blue creature in my arms stopped moving around randomly and gradually began to breathe evenly, smacking its lips as if it were dreaming.

Ye Qiu placed her on the bed, tidied her messy hair, and covered her with the blanket.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lan, craving alcohol, actually comforted Ning Rongrong by drinking with her.

Her love of food really gave him a headache.

He looked at Ning Rongrong, whose eyes were still a little red.

He knew she was in a bad mood today, and her voice had softened considerably, but he still couldn't help but offer some advice.

"Yes, Miss Rongrong!"

"Don't give Xiaolan any more alcohol... She's still a child!"

Ning Rongrong rested her chin on one hand and swirled the wine glass in her other hand, looking at him with displeasure and muttering under her breath.

"It wasn't me who made her drink it... Humph!"

Staring at Ye Qiu, as if he had thought of something, his previously hazy eyes lit up, and he changed the subject!

"No problem! But I need you to drink with me! How about it?"

"Sorry, I don't drink!" Ye Qiu firmly refused; he genuinely didn't drink.

"Really? You're a man and you can't even drink alcohol?" A smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"

"That's great!"

"Ok??"

Ye Qiu looked at her strangely. "I don't drink alcohol, so why is she getting excited?"

"Cough cough... I, I mean I just happen to be out of alcohol!" Ning Rongrong avoided his gaze.

He quickly took out a transparent jar from his soul tool, inside which a bright red liquid rippled.

"So all you have to do is have some juice with me! How about that?"

"juice?"

Ye Qiu took the red can with some skepticism, removed the stopper, and sniffed it. Indeed, there was no smell of alcohol at all.

It has a rich fruity aroma, with a hint of rose fragrance, which smells very nice.

"What? You think I'd have ulterior motives towards you? Dream on!"

Benedict!

She rolled her eyes at him with a slightly tipsy look, and forcefully placed a cup opposite him.

She got up, grabbed Ye Qiu's arm, and pulled him to the table.

His face, flushed from drinking, held a strange smile.

"Alright then..." Ye Qiu subtly pulled her hand away and sat down.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong sat back down, took the jar back from Ye Qiu, and filled a cup for both of them.

Holding the cup in his hand, Ye Qiu was still a little uneasy. As the cup reached his lips, his eyes involuntarily turned to her.

Noticing his gaze, Ning Rongrong curled her lip. "Hmph! What a coward!"