Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 242 The Crisis Under Comfort

A gust of wind blew in, and the green tent, which was as thin as cicada's wings, was lifted slightly, revealing a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Pale pink blue silk hangs down to her waist like a waterfall, slightly frowned eyebrows, on both sides of the bridge of a nose that is as exquisite and exquisite as jade jade, there are a pair of eyes like autumn waves, and her cherry red lips are lightly parted, exhaling silk. There was a burning breath of fruity fragrance in the ribbon, and along with the fluctuation of the soul power around her, a warm blush flashed across her beautiful face.

"call……"

Ning Rongrong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling the surge of soul power in her body, a touching smile flashed across her already stunning face.

"I have finally broken through. In a short time, I will be able to break through to the Soul King!"

Ning Rongrong waved her pink fists, as if thinking of something extremely happy, she leaned up and fell on the bed, her petite body rolled wildly on the bed.

"Cough cough!"

A deep coughing sound came from outside the door, which made Ning Rongrong's excited heart calm down immediately. Looking at the door, a figure walked in without her consent. Ning Rongrong was just about to She said something, but when she saw the face of the person who came in, she held back.

"Why, rested for a night, are you better?"

Ye Ling came in with Ning Rongrong's breakfast, put the plate on the table, walked slowly to the bed, and asked softly,

Seeing Ye Ling's gentle face, Ning Rongrong blushed slightly, nodded slightly, got up from the bed, and sat down at the table.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's rosy cheeks, Ye Ling smiled, followed her to the table, sat on another chair, and looked at her quietly.

"This is the animal milk of the Bailing Liuli Deer. It's very nutritious. I've warmed it up for you. Try it!"

Ye Ling said softly, stretched out his hand and pushed the cup of animal milk in front of Ning Rongrong, looking at her expectantly.

Seeing Ye Ling's eyes full of anticipation, Ning Rongrong's heart felt inexplicably warm, and he stretched out his hands to hold the cup in his palm, showing a sweet smile.

Take a sip of the animal milk in the cup, and a thick sweetness pours into my heart. Although the sweetness is very strong, it is not greasy at all. He couldn't help admiring Ye Lingre's cup of animal milk in his heart.

“Many types of fruit!”

After sipping a few mouthfuls of animal milk, Ning Rongrong suddenly turned his attention to another plate. On the plate, fruits of various colors were piled up. Although it was messy, it gave people a messy aesthetic feeling.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's expression, Ye Ling smiled in satisfaction. Since the sect was already on high alert, he searched for these fruits in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Market for a long time before finding them all. Great effort.

"How is it? I soaked these fruits in animal milk, how does it taste?" Watching Ning Rongrong put a piece of fruit into his mouth, Ye Ling asked anxiously,
"Hmm~"

But what answered him was a piece of fruit stuffed by Ning Rongrong. It was a piece of watermelon. The sweetness penetrated into Ye Ling's heart, making Ye Ling feel as if he was bathing in a mountain spring. Moreover, there was a faint milky fragrance in this light sweetness. , It made him have endless aftertaste.

"Delicious! So my handicraft is so good!" Ye Ling exclaimed, even if it was him, he couldn't help but praise the plate of fruit he made from the bottom of his heart.

"You can eat more if it's delicious!"

Seeing Ye Ling's smug look, Ning Rongrong glared at him angrily, reached out and picked up a piece of papaya and stuffed it into Ye Ling's mouth.

……

In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo were playing chess. Since Sword Douluo personally went to defend the surroundings, the two of them were relieved a lot, so they put away a lot of worries and started playing chess. Chess comes.

But it was obvious that Bone Douluo was not proficient in chess, the chess game on the table had already fallen steadily, and the black pieces were surrounded and killed by all the white pieces, so there was no possibility of a comeback.

Seeing that he was sure to lose, Bone Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi suddenly, seeing that he was only concentrating on the chess game and not looking at him, the power of space in his hand fluctuated, slightly changing the positions of several black and white pieces in the chess game.

"Uncle Bone, cheating is not good!"

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, the positions of all the chess pieces in this chess game are engraved in his memory, and Bone Douluo just used his martial soul ability to modify the positions of a few of them, and he also discovered it instantly.

Hearing this, Bone Douluo blushed, the power of space surged in his hands, and he swallowed the chessboard and the pieces into the space crack, and said a little embarrassedly, "I can't play anymore, you know I'm not good at this, but you still Pull me together, don't you mean to see my jokes?"

A look of helplessness flashed across Ning Fengzhi's face, he picked up the teacup by the table, and took a sip, the leisurely fragrance poured into his heart, which slightly eased Ning Fengzhi's originally chaotic heart.

"Uncle Gu, if what Xiaoye said is true, I'm afraid this Spirit Hall will not be what it used to be!" Ning Fengzhi said in a deep voice,

Bone Douluo suppressed his facial expressions, fell silent, and said after a while, "Yes, let alone the Pope of the Wuhun Temple, just those few elders, their strength is by no means comparable to before. Let's start... hey!"

"By the way, where's Uncle Jian? Isn't the defense work around the sect completed?" Ning Fengzhi suddenly raised his head and asked, with doubts flashing in his eyes.

Hearing this, Bone Douluo smiled slightly and said, "He... now he should go to the entrance of the sect with the weakest defense with Lao Li and the others!"

"Ok!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded, stood up, looked out of the window worriedly, the surrounding scenery remained the same, but his eyes did not stop, but looked into the distance.

In the distance, the border of the sect that no one cares about on weekdays is already occupied by a group of guards wearing glazed armor. The bleak sense of killing comes from there, as if the crisis has come.

……

In a forest close to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a group of figures flickered, led by a figure shrouded in pitch-black robes.

Through the cracks in the leaves, the sunlight shone down, reflecting his face. It was an old man, just like the hooked-nosed old man Ye Ling had seen in Wuhun Temple before, with a skinny body like a mummy , a pair of dark eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets, giving people a kind of hideous horror.

"Assemble the troops!"

A hoarse low voice exhaled from the old man's mouth, and everyone behind them stopped. Behind this group of people, there was a group of densely packed soldiers. Objects have taken over the body.

Standing in front of these soldiers was a figure shrouded in light yellow robes, it was the elder of Wuhun Hall, Ju Douluo Yueguan.

"My lord, when will we launch an attack!"

Ju Douluo asked, looking at the hesitant old man standing in front of the crowd, a hint of doubt flashed in his dark eyes.

"Wait for the moment!"

(End of this chapter)