Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

"Misunderstanding? How could there be a misunderstanding!" Meng Yiran stood up again, his pretty face covered with tears, looked at Zhu Zhuqing with his big watery eyes, and shouted aggrievedly:

"I saw you throwing yourself into Emperor Zhao's arms. You were still holding his arm on the way. Just now you were picking up food for Emperor Zhao before I even picked it up. You said! Why is this a misunderstanding? And I asked you before, you You said you liked Emperor Zhao at that time, but..."

The more Meng Yiran talked, the harder he cried, his shoulders shaking constantly, and he continued to say while crying:

"But...but I am Emperor Zhao's woman, I am, wuwu~"

As he spoke, Meng Yiran once again squatted down weakly, hugging his head and crying.

Her point of view is that when you marry a chicken, you marry a dog, so she can only make suggestions, but she cannot forcefully change Emperor Zhao's mind, and Emperor Zhao can change her mind.

But now Emperor Zhao was so angry with her because she hit another girl, which made her feel helpless and wronged, as if she had been abandoned. That deep feeling of powerlessness made her feel very helpless and wronged. Meng still felt bad.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong looked at each other after hearing this.

Zhu Zhuqing took a few steps forward and came to Meng Yiran. He slowly squatted down and looked at her with kind eyes. He felt that she was so stupid. He gave a rare smile and said Qingsheng:

"Brother Zhao is not angry because of this little thing like you hitting me."

Meng Yiran ignored Zhu Zhuqing and continued to cry in his head.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw that she didn't speak, he wasn't annoyed either. He said softly, "Okay, stop crying. Let's talk about Brother Zhao."

Meng Yiran gradually stopped crying after hearing these words, slowly raised his head, and looked at Zhu Zhuqing with unkind eyes.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

Zhu Zhuqing was not annoyed. Instead, he had a sweet smile on his face when he talked about Emperor Zhao.

"How long have you known Brother Zhao?"

"What does it have to do with you?" When the other party said it clearly, Meng Yiran turned his head away in displeasure, his shoulders shaking from time to time, and his choking voice did not stop.

"If you had known Brother Zhao for a while, you wouldn't have done such a stupid thing today."

Meng Yiran moved his lips, but in the end he said nothing and continued to ignore Zhu Zhuqing with his head tilted.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't know who the girl in front of him was from Emperor Zhao, but Emperor Zhao brought her back, which meant that she had a certain status in his heart.

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Zhu Zhuqing thought for a while and then asked, "What is your relationship with Brother Zhao?"

This time Meng Yiran spoke, looking directly at Zhu Zhuqing:

"Just last night we became mates!"

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, and Ning Rongrong on the side was stunned.

How could it be possible? Brother Zhao is only 12 years old.

A question emerged in their minds unconsciously.

Seeing this, Meng Yiran felt better from depression and continued: "So it's not you who should ask me, but I should ask you!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ning Rongrong who was not far away.

"What is your relationship with Emperor Zhao? Why are you so close to him? And you, why do you always look at Emperor Zhao when we are on the road!"

Meng Yiran had noticed on the way out of the academy that another girl in the team would peek at her man from time to time, even though she felt very unhappy.

But at that time, I was holding back in my heart and did not stand up to expose her directly, but now there are only three of them around.

Tonight, I must make the two girls give up trying to compete with me for Emperor Zhao!

Meng Yiran's eyes became firm unknowingly, and his choking gradually stopped.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong were awakened by Meng Yiran's questioning.

Zhu Zhuqing had a docile personality and didn't want to refute anything. Just when he was about to continue talking to her about Emperor Zhao, Ning Rongrong suddenly spoke.

"Hmph! What are you yelling at? You didn't even know where we were when we met Brother Zhao. Zhu Qing even met Brother Zhao when he was a child. Didn't we just become partners last night?"

"What are you talking about? We will go find Brother Zhao when we go back tonight! As I said, I seem to remember you. You must be the granddaughter of that snake lady? We have met before. At that time, Brother Zhao defeated you with one move. I stole your soul ring."

"You and Brother Zhao become partners. Let's not say whether a 12-year-old boy can do it. Maybe you took a fancy to Brother Zhao's talent, and then you used some soul skills to tie Brother Zhao up!"

"After all, at the age of 12, he is already a fourth-level soul sect, especially since his first soul ring is still a thousand years old. With this talent, any force will be impressed!"

Ning Rongrong's personality was completely opposite to that of Zhu Zhuqing. She originally had the personality of a witch, but was "prompted" by Emperor Zhao again and again. In addition, she felt a little unhappy when she saw her being so close to Emperor Zhao along the way.

Like a child who has been robbed of candy and wants to vent.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Zhu Zhuqing was slightly startled and looked at Meng Yiran with a cold look.

Is my brother Zhao being forced like this?

Meng Yiran's face turned red with anger at Ning Rongrong's words. She stopped crying and stood up and shouted loudly:

"I didn't! On the contrary, Emperor Zhao forced me!"

"Haha." Before Zhu Zhuqing could say anything, Ning Rongrong took a few steps forward, pushed Zhu Zhuqing away slightly, took her place, looked at Meng Yiran, sneered a few times and said:

"Brother Zhao forced you? Are Zhuqing and I inferior to you? Speaking of background, the Qibao Glazed Sect, which is the most popular in the world, belongs to my family. When it comes to appearance, we are no worse than you. When it comes to figure..."

Speaking of this, Ning Rongrong glanced at Meng Yiran with contempt, then pulled Zhu Zhuqing beside him, raised his chin slightly, and said proudly:

"Can you compete with Zhuqing?"

Ning Rongrong didn't know how she felt about Emperor Zhao. She only knew that she didn't want anyone to slander him, and she also wanted to be by his side every day.

The thoughts, worries, and mania of the past two days, coupled with the suppressed unhappiness in my heart, completely burst out at this moment.

"I...I..." Meng Yiran said "I" for a long time and no one came out from me. His face was extremely red, like a ripe peach that can produce water with just a pinch.

Meng Yiran's eyes began to moisten again. What could he do? The two people opposite him were still Emperor Zhao's men. They couldn't beat him again and again, and there was no way he could explain it.

Now Meng Yiran is like a modern daughter-in-law who married into her mother-in-law's family. She seems to be bullied by her mother-in-law. At this time, the grievances in her heart are beyond words.

"Woooo~"

After a while, Meng Yiran knelt down and cried again.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong raised her little head proudly, like a child who had won a fight, feeling refreshed and refreshed in her heart. .

Then he gently held Zhu Zhuqing's arm and said:

"Let's go Zhuqing, leave her here by herself. It was she who made Brother Zhao angry, not us. It will be fine if we go back, let's go~"