Douluo's soul power is upgraded twice a year

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By the time Dai Mubai and Han Feng returned to Shrek Academy, it was already around noon.

As soon as Dai Mubai returned to Shrek, he found a reason to leave, leaving Han Feng alone carrying the food box. He was a little at a loss. He missed Sister Qianqian. When he was with Sister Qianqian, Sister Qianqian never It won't be so troublesome

On the other side, Ning Rongrong had already completed ten laps.

Oscar had finished running a long time ago. Seeing Ning Rongrong's face full of tears, Oscar wanted to ask what was going on, but Ning Rongrong's whole body exuded the aura of keeping strangers away, so Oscar didn't dare to get close and ate A few sausages and a quick run and that's it. It can be said that Ning Rongrong today successfully stimulated Oscar's potential.

Ning Rongrong was two laps slower. Oscar went back early and caught up with lunch. However, by the time Ning Rongrong finished running, there was no lunch.

Hungry, Ning Rongrong hid under a tree in the academy. Thinking of what Han Feng said in the morning, she suddenly felt wronged again, tears poured out of her eyes unstoppably.

"Han Feng, you bastard, bastard, bastard, big bastard"

Ning Rongrong was sore all over, hungry and tired, but it was not as bad as the damage Han Feng had caused her. Unable to suppress her emotions, Ning Rongrong cursed loudly, but for some reason, she clearly had thousands of unpleasant words in her heart. The only word left on his lips was the word bastard.

Realizing this, Ning Rongrong pursed her lips tightly, scolding herself for being worthless.

“Do you know it’s not good to curse people behind their backs?”

As soon as Han Feng found Ning Rongrong, he heard Ning Rongrong's voice scolding him, and immediately frowned, but when he saw Ning Rongrong's sweat, pale face, tears on her face, and slightly trembling legs, In the end, he said something that was neither light nor serious.

Hearing Han Feng's voice, Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled, and a hint of joy rose up in her heart unconsciously. However, Ning Rongrong was not a bitch, and she could not blindly put her hot face to her cold butt. He glanced at Han Feng and asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing here?"

"If you came here to see my joke, you've seen it now and can leave."

Hearing Ning Rongrong's very different tone, Han Feng frowned again, he always felt a little uncomfortable. . .

"You underestimated me too much and I'm here to apologize."

"what"

Now that he had decided, Han Feng did not hesitate, walked up to Ning Rongrong openly, presented the food box in his hand, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh on you this morning, although I think I said That’s right, but my tone was indeed a bit excessive.”

Han Feng's words stunned Ning Rongrong. After several days of contact, Ning Rongrong knew how stubborn the person in front of her was. Getting him to admit his mistakes was even harder than climbing to the sky. She tried countless times but failed. It was possible to succeed. I didn’t expect that today I heard Han Feng’s apology inexplicably, and his tone was so serious.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong didn't speak, Han Feng thought that Ning Rongrong hadn't forgiven himself, so he pondered for a while, opened the food box, took out the prepared candied haws and exquisite jade potatoes, and brought them to Ning Rongrong, Opened the mouth and said:

"Hey, you want the exquisite jade sweet potatoes and candied haws"

Ning Rongrong saw that under the food box, there was a flame carefully controlled by Han Feng, which kept the candied haws and Linglong Yushu in the same state as in the morning. When the food box was opened, a scent rushed over.

Ning Rongrong found that she was so easily satisfied in front of Han Feng. The simple exquisite jade potatoes and ordinary candied haws were not even comparable to the leftovers she had eaten at home, but in Han Feng's hands, they were actually looks so tempting

"What on earth do you want to do?" Ning Rongrong's voice was choked with sobs.

"Isn't it obvious to apologize?"

Han Feng wondered why he still asked about such an obvious thing.

"Then what did you mean this morning?" Ning Rongrong asked again, mist had gathered in her eyes, and she was about to cry.

Han Feng was even more puzzled. He felt that there was something wrong with Ning Rongrong's understanding of the designation: "Let you run. The dean is right. As an auxiliary soul master, the most important thing on the battlefield is the ability to escape. If If you don’t have good physical strength, how can you escape?”

"No, it's not this"

Ning Rongrong quickly shook his head, staring at Han Feng's big eyes with aggrieved and persistent eyes: "You said you don't know how to protect me, why can't you protect me? Am I so bad? Why do you hate me so much?"

This time, it was Han Feng's turn to feel aggrieved, and he quickly defended: "Miss, I have said this before. When did I say that I will not protect you? You can't wrongly accuse me."

Ning Rongrong suddenly retorted loudly: "I asked you if you won't protect me. You said you can protect me for a while, but you can't protect me for the rest of my life. Why not? Why do you hate me?"

Han Feng immediately rolled his eyes: "That's it"

"What do you mean, do you mean that I'm not worth mentioning at all?" Ning Rongrong suddenly exploded and grabbed Han Feng with pear blossoms in the rain.

Han Feng easily grabbed Ning Rongrong's hands and said matter-of-factly: "I definitely can't protect you all the time. Isn't this an obvious thing? My dad is a defensive soul master, and my mom is an auxiliary soul master. But my dad I can't protect my mother all the time. Even if I am a defensive soul master, I can't always be by your side. Think about it, I can't go to the women's restroom when you go to the restroom."

Han Feng's words stunned Ning Rongrong. She didn't expect that what she had been struggling with and resenting for a day was actually because of this.

"And... I don't hate you... It's just that you're too headstrong..."

When Han Feng said this, his tone was a bit unnatural, and Ning Rongrong was even more stupid, he hesitated for a while, but couldn't say a word.

Han Feng continued: "By the way, how about I rub your legs as a reward for your hard work... After running for so long, if you don't care about anything, your legs will turn into carrot legs. Have you ever seen Ma Hongjun? He is that fat and round man. Your legs will become like his, short and thick."

"Please speak"

"The eldest lady, the little witch Ning Rongrong, the big idiot"

Han Feng called twice tentatively, but Ning Rongrong didn't pay attention to him. He suddenly felt a little angry. I've said so, can you give me some sympathy?

"What did you just say?" Ning Rongrong suddenly asked softly.

Han Feng froze when he heard this, feeling a little embarrassed. He automatically ignored the last three words he just said and said tentatively: "Ning Rongrong."

What relieved Han Feng was that Ning Rongrong didn't seem to hear what he called her, but just said softly: "Not this one, but the last one."

"I'll rub your legs"

"No, one more sentence."

"Um...I don't hate you." Han Feng seriously suspected that Ning Rongrong was stupid and had memory problems.

"Wow"

Unexpectedly, Ning Rongrong cried out suddenly, and hugged Han Feng, hot tears dripped down Han Feng's side face onto his shoulders, Han Feng suddenly froze, and an inexplicable feeling of strangeness rose in his heart He could push Ning Rongrong away, but the warm feeling on the girl made Han Feng not want to push Ning Rongrong away. . .

"Can you relax a little bit, I'm a little out of breath..."

"I do not want"

"Then do you still want to eat exquisite jade sweet potatoes and candied haws?"

"It's already past lunch time..."

"Then do you want to eat or not?"

"I eat"

"Then do you still want to rub your legs?"

"want"

"Then do you forgive me?" Han Feng felt helpless.

"Without me I would never forgive you," Ning Rongrong said firmly.

"..."

What can Han Feng do? He just thinks that it is really the best sister Qianqian. . .

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