Douluo the tower king

Chapter 23 Twenty-Three I'm Only Eight
The main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

This day was decorated with lanterns and festoons, red and green, and joyful. Whether it was the elders in the sect or the disciples, there were smiles from the heart on their faces.

Just because something big is going to happen today.

The wedding of Ning Rongrong and Ning Shuang.

The little witch and the little devil in the sect are going to get married in the future, how can this not make people happy?
After all, a married person is an adult, as a mature adult, he can't do things in the sect every day, right?

The so-called not being in charge of the family does not know the fire and dancing, no, not being in charge of the family does not know the cost of firewood and rice. After getting married and starting a business, they know that life is hard, and they can still be as noisy as they are now?

And the most important thing is who doesn't know that although these two people have a good relationship, they belong to the kind of pinch when they meet?Now that the two of them are about to sleep in the same bed, wouldn't they pinch them even more?At that time, these two people will only care about pinching each other, who has time to make trouble?
This is called fighting poison with poison!
So almost everyone who knows about this marriage is in favor with both hands and feet!
At the same time, Ning Shuang sat helplessly in her room and accepted Lin Liang's manipulations. She had long put on a bright red robe with carved dragons and embroidered phoenixes, and was forced by Lin Liang to sit in front of the dressing table and put on makeup. .

"Ugh!"

He sighed helplessly: "Mom! I really have nothing to do with Rong Rong!"

"Hmm! You guys are really okay? Nothing happened that day! Come and close your eyes and I'll put some eyeliner on you!"

"I'm serious! We really didn't do anything! I was still dizzy at the time! How could I be in the mood to do anything else! No, I'm only eight years old! Eight years old! You believe an eight-year-old child can do it Is that kind of thing!"

"Indeed! Eight years old is really tough! You really can't have anything!" Lin Liang nodded seriously after hearing the words.

"Yes! I'll just say it!"

"But it doesn't affect you to get married first, and then have a child with Rongrong when you are capable. I'm not in a hurry. Mom, I'm only in my 30s! Let's see which color of these eyeliners do you like?"

"Red!"

Ning Shuang subconsciously picked a color that looked good, and then realized that she seemed to have missed the point, she stared and wanted to reason with Lin Liang: "No, who told you this! I said I was only eight years old ! I don't want to marry Ning Rongrong! Have you ever seen the family who got married at the age of eight?"

"Be good! Close your eyes!" Lin Liang gently released his martial soul and poked it on the ground. The seven soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black, intersected with each other, exuding a terrifying aura, which made him tremble in fright. Wishing to close his eyes.

"You're so good! Rongrong is such a good boy, no one objected to you, a big man, what the hell?"

"I'm only eight years old, why do I want to get married? Especially with Ning Rongrong!"

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner! It's already this time before you tell me you want to regret the marriage? It's too late! Besides, Rongrong doesn't despise you, why do you dare to refuse?"

Ning Shuang only felt that there was a huge grievance in her heart, and she trembled when she spoke: "I planned to refuse directly that day! If you, the soul sage, hadn't suppressed me with your aura, I would have refused!"

Lin Liang narrowed his eyes, and his voice suddenly rose an octave: "Huh? Then are you dissatisfied with the marriage I arranged for you?"

"Of course I'm not satisfied! I'm only eight years old! Eight years old! And I'm going to marry seven wives! The one who doesn't have heavy clothes from Monday to Sunday! Why do you want me to marry Ning Rongrong?"

Lin Liang snorted coldly: "As expected of my son, ideals are lofty, and you really inherited your father's fine style! Even the ideals are exactly the same!"

"My father thinks so too?"

"Of course! But he can't beat me as an auxiliary soul master, so he just wants to but does he have this ability?"

"But I have!"

Lin Liang thought for a while and then seduced: "You have to think this way, Ning Rongrong is an auxiliary soul master, just like your father, he has no fighting power, and if you marry her, it won't affect you to find six more wives. After all, even if she opposes it, she can't beat you!"

"Stop lying to me! She can't beat me! But then those two old men with the title of Douluo won't tear me down? You're still my mother! Is there anyone who cheats my son like you?"

"Hmph! What's the point of having a baby if it's not for fun? As my mother's plaything, then you must have the consciousness of being a plaything!"

Ning Shuang choked in her throat, and said weakly after a long time: "What you said makes sense! But I'm only eight years old..."

Lin Liang silently put down the eyebrow pencil and picked up the Tongyou stick. The seven soul rings on the stick flickered and gave off an amazing sense of oppression: "Boy! My old lady, I have already given you face today! Don't toast or eat fine wine! Today You have to marry this marriage even if you don’t! If you dare to resist, I’ll tie you up and marry Rongrong! Let me tell you this! It’s useless to anyone!”

"There's no such thing!" Ning Shuang's voice was filled with tears.

Lin Liang smashed the penetrating stick in the other hand repeatedly, staring at his butt with a cold and fierce expression on his face: "Stop pretending to be miserable! Sit down for me obediently! Today is a big day! Your happy day! If the auspicious time is delayed, you will see me!"

Ning Shuang opened her mouth and was speechless, she could only say sadly, "Okay!"

"How good it is to say that earlier? Open your mouth! Give you some lipstick!"

"I'm a man! How can a man wear lipstick?"

"Won't you have it after you hit it?"

After Lin Liang's tidying up, Ning Shuang, who had already resigned to her fate, looked at herself in the mirror speechlessly and said, "Mom! Let alone whether I want to marry Ning Rongrong, look at the makeup you put on me... ..."

But I saw the little man reflected in the bronze mirror at this moment, with crooked head and crescent eyebrows, smiling sweetly, with beautiful eyes shining brightly, and beautiful nose, beautiful and empty. The appearance is colorful and shocking in ancient and modern times.

Might as well be as pretty as a peach in three springs, and as clear as a chrysanthemum in nine autumns, the corners of her lips seem to be hooked, and they are slightly parted like weeping, so that people feel pity.

Lin Liang was quite satisfied with his work at first, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Hey! It's just like this when you feel itchy for a while, hey! In fact, it's my son who has a good foundation! Hey! Hey!"

"Forget it, wash it and start over!"

"Don't! It's a pity to wash such a beautiful makeup like this!"

Ning Shuang said angrily, "What's the pity? Those who know know that I'm going to marry a wife! Those who don't know think I'm going to marry someone!"

"It doesn't make much difference whether you marry or marry, anyway, you both belong to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, there is no difference!"

"I!"

"Okay, okay! Don't talk nonsense, everyone should wait outside!"

Lin Liang pulled him out by the nape of his neck as he spoke, while Ning Zhong, who was waiting outside having a good chat with his friends, turned around and saw her coming out with a beautiful little girl: "Daughter-in-law! Who is this! Where is our son?"

Lin Liang put Ning Shuang on the ground: "This is what it is!"

"This is our son?"

Seeing that her own father couldn't even recognize the makeup, Ning Shuang gave her mother a resentful look, then looked at Ning Zhong with aggrieved eyes and said, "Father! It's me!"

Ning Zhong almost didn't roll his eyes out: "Damn! How can my son be so good-looking?"

Not only he said this, but also other people along the way, basically everyone who saw Ning Shuang had this expression, even Ning Rongrong himself.

Zongmen Hall.

Ordinary people's weddings are not held here, but Ning Rongrong is Ning Fengzhi's favorite daughter after all, so no one objected to him arranging the wedding here.

Everything was the best arrangement, even the whole sect except those in important positions took a day off to watch the wedding, all they wanted was a lively scene!All you need is a table!
The wedding scene can be said to be full of gongs and drums, firecrackers blasting, red flags waving, and huge crowds of people, which gave the couple a lot of face.

Even Tiandou Royal Palace and Wuhundian sent people to attend the wedding, of course, those who came were just some inconspicuous characters, just to give a gift.

After all, it was only Ning Fengzhi's daughter who got married and not Ning Fengzhi himself. It is not worth thinking that they sent people with high status, and no one cared about the status of the people they sent. After all, they represent a big force. Just to save face.

When Ning Shuang entered the door, the originally lively hall seemed to have fallen into a stagnation, as if someone had pressed the mute button, and it was strangely quiet.

The people on the periphery subconsciously looked towards the center without knowing what happened, and then fell into silence.

Ning Rongrong, who was waiting for the auspicious time with a red hijab on the square outside the main hall, could hear the commotion outside disappearing in an instant, but couldn't see what was going on, and couldn't help but quietly lifted the hijab to peek.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, tears came down from her eyes at that time, and she was crying. She thought that she would get up early before dawn and dress up carefully, and Ning Shuang's jaw would drop when she saw it, making him drool and make ugly appearances. .

But the reality is that the man in the big red robe led by Lin Liang is more than a thousand times prettier than him?
If she hadn't been familiar with him since she was a child, she might not be able to recognize him, even if she recognized him now, it would be very incredible.

Compared with him, I am just a succulent grass. Although she is beautiful, she can't be considered so outstanding.

Looking at Ning Shuang again, although he just stood there blankly, but his aura made it hard to look away, not to mention his makeup at this time made his appearance even more outstanding.

That kind of appearance, that kind of temperament, even if she thinks she is beautiful, she feels a little ashamed around him.

Even if she just glanced at her, she couldn't move her eyes, let alone other people?He must be the one who is said to be the most beautiful in the legend.

She wiped away her tears aggrieved, obviously she should be the most beautiful here!But I have worked so hard, but I am not as beautiful as his women's clothes!What's the point of getting married?
For a moment, she complained from her heart, tears flowed down her cheeks, she pulled off the red hijab on her head, rubbed it, and fell to the ground, crying with aggrieved but firm voice: "I am not as beautiful as his women's dress with such elaborate dress! Marriage! I'm not married!"

(End of this chapter)