Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

"Come on, let's have a good time and eat first."

Zhu Zhuqing was stunned, and Ning Rongrong was stunned. They looked at Emperor Zhao with a strange expression, then continued eating without saying anything.

"Woo~" Meng Yiran cried directly as he felt the warm embrace in front of him.

I cried out all the grievances I had suffered in the past few days.

From being forced last night to being beaten and humiliated twice in a row today, she really felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.

Lying in the arms of someone who forced herself but trusted her wholeheartedly, she really couldn't help it.

Zhu Zhuqing and the two girls continued to eat in silence.

Emperor Zhao gave a helpless smile, it seemed that he couldn't finish this meal.

Reluctantly, he looked back at the meal, gritted his teeth, and said with a hard heart: "Zhuqing, you go back first, I and I still have some things to do."

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong trembled obviously after hearing this.

Why did they come here?Is it really for food?

of course not!

But now that Emperor Zhao had said it, the two women looked at each other. Ning Rongrong's eyes were constantly hinting. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle, and then he quickly stood up and pulled Ning Rongrong out.

With a click, the door was closed again.

Outside the door, after Zhu Zhuqing pulled Ning Rongrong for a short distance, Ning Rongrong violently shook off Zhu Zhuqing's hand, chopped the ground with her little feet several times, and said:

"Oh! Zhuqing, why do we have to leave!"

Zhu Zhuqing looked calm and did not try to grab her. He said, "Brother Zhao said to let us go."

"Zhu Qing! Only Brother Zhao and Meng Yiran are in that room now. Now that we are gone, wouldn't it be..."

Before Ning Rongrong finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing said calmly but firmly: "You must listen to what Brother Zhao said."

"But, but they, we, they, we...sigh~" Ning Rongrong pointed randomly with her little hands, and in the end, her pretty face turned red but she didn't say anything.

He sighed and said as if he was trying to enlighten and seduce her: "Zhuqing, sometimes you don't have to listen to Brother Zhao so much, like now..."

"You must listen to what Brother Zhao says."

Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who looked calm and stubborn, and for a moment felt like thousands of horses were galloping, and felt very aggrieved.

……

In the room, Emperor Zhao held Meng Yiran to the bedside and let her cry slowly. As for comforting her, it was okay for the little girl who was twelve or thirteen, but it was better not to comfort Meng Yiran who was sixteen or seventeen.

Mainly, I don't know how to comfort...

Just like that, Emperor Zhao sat on the edge of the bed, with Meng Yiran straddling his legs and hugging him as he cried.

It wasn't until late at night, when the moon rose to the center, that Meng Yiran gradually stopped crying, but still choked from time to time.

Emperor Zhao slowly relaxed a little, raised his hand and gently wiped the tears on her face, smiled slightly, and said suicidal:

"Do not cry?"

"Yes." Meng Yiran nodded shyly and slightly uneasily.

Emperor Zhao touched her hair and said, "Look, it's already so late, and there are still some things to do. Let's hurry up and go to bed as soon as possible."

Meng Yiran raised his head slightly and looked outside. He seemed to have thought of something. A blush appeared on his face. He nodded like a mosquito, then slowly stood up and started...

"Wait! What do you want to do?" Zhao Di hurriedly stopped.

Meng Yiran was stunned for a moment, and then the blush began to spread quickly to the entire pretty face, until it climbed to the slender neck.

"No...not to...get...up..."

For a moment, Meng Yiran's girlish feelings were vividly displayed. Her appearance made Emperor Zhao slightly absent-minded, and he reacted in a moment and hurriedly shouted:

"No! It's not what you think! We are going to improve your physique, just like we promised your grandfather before!"

As he spoke, he ducked away from the bed and turned his back. Although he was talking, Meng still had no intention of stopping!

Emperor Zhao lowered his head and thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and with a heartbeat, he took out the white ball and turned it into a big circle, wrapping Meng Yiran inside.

"Whoo~"

After finishing, Emperor Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the white ball floating here, and said to Meng Yiran inside: "Yiran, don't panic now, I'm still young, we'll talk about it later, cultivation is important now."

As he spoke, the soul power in Luck's body was transported into the white ball.

"Well..." After Meng Yiran answered, something fell out of the white ball with a snap. Emperor Zhao, who was about to continue eating, turned back and glanced.

Then my eyes widened. For no other reason, clothes fell out...

Emperor Zhao turned around quickly, lowered the visibility of the white ball, and then sat down at the table to continue eating.

When the white ball gradually became thicker, Meng still looked at Emperor Zhao's figure, and saw that the other party had no feelings for him at all, and his beautiful big eyes showed loneliness.

Why, it's obviously been determined, why can't it happen now? Are you still angry with me?

As she had these thoughts, the white ball completely turned into an opaque, solid round ball.

……

And outside the door.

"Wait! What are you going to do!"

Emperor Zhao did not lower his voice when he said this, and even raised his voice out of surprise. The sound insulation effect of the room was not very good, so...

"Zhuqing! Quick! Get in quickly!" Ning Rongrong was about to rush in, but Zhu Zhuqing grabbed her arm.

Ning Rongrong turned around and said anxiously: "Zhu Qing! If you don't go, it will be too late!"

While talking, he tried to shake her hand away.

Zhu Zhuqing's hands gripped her arm tightly like iron claws. With tears in his eyes, he endured the pain in his heart and said:

"You must... listen to Brother Zhao's words! Moreover, she will not hurt Brother Zhao. It's... okay..." At the end of the sentence, Zhu Zhuqing could not hold back her tears.

After saying that, Ning Rongrong became quiet, but Zhu Zhuqing turned around and left.

But this time, Ning Rongrong grabbed her and said in a low voice: "Wait for a while..."

……

Half an hour later, in the room, the sweat on Emperor Zhao's forehead continued to drop. The injuries in his body were almost fully recovered and harmless, but the soul power in his body had not recovered.

In addition, he has not had a peaceful rest in the past few days, and his spirit is often tense. It can be said that Emperor Zhao's overall condition is not very good, which is better than that of Tang San and others.

If it weren't for the white ball and the system's constant recovery, he wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

But even so, he wanted to promote Meng Yiran tonight not only to promise Duke Long, but also because he didn't want Meng Yiran to fall too far behind Zhu Zhuqing and the others.

After all, judging from Meng Yiran's performance, he is already determined to be his. .

There was more and more sweat on his forehead, and Emperor Zhao's face became paler and paler, but even so, he was still eating the food on the table.

"You can't eat the food you spent overnight. If you don't eat it now, it will be wasted..."