In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 201 The Unpredictable "Ning Rongrong"

Of course, compared to Ning Fengzhi, Ning Qingyun's reason for not refusing was more because of a certain little girl who was already so excited in her mental sea that she was about to turn the world upside down.

"Why don't you come out and show off to your idol? You've practiced swordsmanship before."

Ning Qingyun then spoke with great interest to Ning Rongrong, who was rolling around freely in her spiritual sea.

"I... I can't do it."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong paused, and subconsciously felt a little hesitant.

"In the past, Sister Qingyun, you created a unique skill based on the Distraction Control Method, which is ambidextrous. Each of us controls one hand to wield a sword and compete in swordsmanship. I was basically defeated by you in one move. At most, I could only last one move before being defeated by your second move."

"Compared to Sister Qingyun, my swordsmanship is truly lacking..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ning Qingyun was speechless, and Ning Rongrong quickly sensed her emotions.

Did I say something wrong?

Ning Rongrong then asked.

"You did nothing wrong."

Ning Qingyun responded to this leisurely.

"But you should know that I, Ning Qingyun, used to be the number one sword genius in the world, with strength approaching that of the older generation of experts. Most people who claimed to have been immersed in swordsmanship for many years couldn't even last a single move against me. And after coming to this fantasy world that relies too much on so-called 'soul skills,' only the Sword Douluo has ever made me take notice of swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship has already improved quite a bit under my private instruction over the past few years, so there's no need to underestimate yourself."

"Then why don't you defeat Grandpa Sword for me, Sister Qingyun?"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but ask innocently.

"……#^%*&$%*##*"

Even with Ning Qingyun's composure, she couldn't help but want to curse. What kind of outrageous words was Ning Rongrong uttering, asking someone like her, who didn't even have a martial spirit, to defeat a titled Douluo?

Of course, there is a way to defeat him if she really wants to. She just needs to tell Sword Douluo to restrain his power and not use his martial soul or anything. If they each hold a wooden sword and compete in pure sword skills, she is confident that she can defeat "Sword Dao Chenxin".

However, if she were to actually do that, it would be no different from revealing her own existence. After all, a five-year-old child defeating Sword Douluo would be far more shocking to the world than the Dragon King Palace Master, and would definitely arouse suspicion... She is not prepared for this yet.

Ning Qingyun finally said, "Are you coming out or not? It's just a sword dance, not a competition between you and your idol. Can't you even show off a few fancy moves?"

"Um……"

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then noticed that her sister Qingyun had already led Wang Zhao and Xiaoying into the courtyard, seemingly ignoring her completely. After a pause, she decided not to let this rare opportunity slip by and spoke:

"Then, Sister Qingyun, let me take over the body."

Upon hearing this, Ning Qingyun's lips curled into a smile, and she suddenly stopped. With her back to Wang Zhao and Xiao Ying, a female disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she closed her eyes slightly. When she opened her eyes again the next moment, it was already...

Ning Rongrong, online!

Swish!

As soon as Ning Rongrong took over the body, she turned around and looked at Wang Zhao with starry eyes. Just as Wang Zhao was wondering why "Ning Rongrong" seemed to have suddenly become a different person, she immediately hugged Wang Zhao's leg.

Wang Zhao: "?"

Xiaoying: "?!?!"

Ning Qingyun: "..."

At this moment, Ning Qingyun, who had just emerged from her spiritual sea, couldn't help but rub her forehead, her face instantly turning ugly. Then she began to struggle with whether or not she should take over this body in the future.

How could my silly little sister be like this? Shouldn't she be shy and introverted? How could she suddenly be so bold?

Shameless!!!

If only I had known...

Ning Qingyun was filled with regret and resentment.

Aside from her, the person with the most complicated feelings at this moment was undoubtedly Xiao Ying, because she knew that her little princess's unsteady behavior meant that she had reverted to her true nature. Oh no, the sect leader's wise guess was about to change.

Xiao Ying was puzzled as to why Ning Rongrong, who was usually fearless, was suddenly so close to Wang Zhao, a "stranger" she had just met. She thought to herself that she must remember to report this situation to the sect leader later.

At this moment, Wang Zhao lowered his head slightly and saw Ning Rongrong, whose small face was buried tightly in his lap as if she was still breathing heavily, just like the infatuated woman he had seen in his previous life. He was stunned and had no other thoughts.

Can anyone tell me what happened?

After a brief pause, Wang Zhao still reached out and grabbed Ning Rongrong by the back of her collar, pulling her away.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she kept her eyes tightly closed, clearly embarrassed.

Are you so easily embarrassed?

Wang Zhao's gaze became strange as she recalled the scene when she first met Ning Rongrong, and her thoughts began to race.

Just then, Xiao Ying, a female disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, whispered to Wang Zhao, "Lord Hall Master, Miss often does this; she sometimes exhibits unusual behavior. Please don't take it to heart."

"Um."

Wang Zhao nodded understandingly, gazing intently at Ning Rongrong with deep eyes. What he was really thinking was unknown to outsiders.

"I'll do it, you move aside!"

Seeing her silly younger sister still looking like she was on standby, Ning Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully took control of the body. Ning Rongrong reacted and immediately retreated into her mental sea, still hesitating with a bit of lingering affection and reminiscence, and said, "Sister Qingyun, you said that I would perform the sword dance for him later."

"...Okay, okay, I'll let you out later."

Ning Qingyun thought to herself with a dark expression, while also pondering the matter.

Seriously, is she really going to let her silly younger sister spend time with Wang Zhao? Although her sister is still young, given how quickly she understands how people in this world mature, perhaps in a few years, her sister's admiration for a young legend like Wang Zhao will quickly transform into…

Ouch! No way!

This must never be allowed to happen!

Ning Qingyun remained silent on the surface, and her blushing face visibly returned to normal. Then, she turned around as if nothing had happened and continued walking towards the courtyard where she usually practiced her sword.

This sudden change amazed Wang Zhao, who felt increasingly strange. He shook his head, decided not to think about it for the time being, and followed Xiao Ying.

At this moment, Ning Qingyun was walking along, thinking to herself.

She and Ning Rongrong absolutely cannot continue like this. Hopefully, there's a solution to this problem in this fantastical world. Otherwise, given their circumstances, what will happen if they get married in the future...?

She simply couldn't believe it!

(End of this chapter)