Douluo: Kizaru Douluo

At breakfast, Zhang Yang told Ning Fengzhi that he would go to Tang Valley after breakfast, but by the time Zhang Yang arrived in Tang Valley, it was already before dinner.

Even though it was just a matter of a few words and the total back and forth took less than ten minutes, Ning Rongrong still grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and dragged him to go shopping.

What left Zhang Yang speechless the most was that in order to prevent Zhang Yang from escaping, Ning Rongrong dragged Zhang Yang into the dressing room while changing clothes, unwilling to let him leave her sight.

"Sizzle."

In that scene, even though he was so showy and learned, there were still tears of dissatisfaction at the corner of his mouth.

Don’t get me wrong, Zhang Yang is craving for steamed buns at lunch.

The plate of steamed buns was white and large, and after one bite, the rich milky flavor left an aftertaste between your lips and teeth.

Such beautiful and delicious steamed buns made Zhang Yang move his index finger. He ate two steamed buns without even taking a bite of the food. He couldn't stop eating them.

Zhang Yang asked the chef, and the chef said that because milk noodles were used to steam the steamed buns today, it had such a rich milky aroma.

Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction, did not hesitate to praise him, and told the chef, "Such delicious steamed buns can be made more often in the future."

It has been nearly a month since I came to Tanggu, but Zhang Yang still feels that every plant and tree here is extremely familiar.

Yugu seems to be a corner forgotten by time. As long as Fuso is willing, not a single plant or tree here will change in a hundred or a thousand years.

"You're back." Fuso shook the leaves and said, "Are you planning to complete the first stage of the test?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I think the time is not yet ripe. Besides, I have a question to ask you this time."

"Say it." Fusang said, "It doesn't matter."

Zhang Yang organized his language and asked: "You know, my original intention is to complete the first stage of the test at level 69, so that I can maximize the reward income."

"With the reward of increasing my soul power by level 1, I can not only save more time, but I can also take this opportunity to ignore the bottleneck of soul master training and directly break through to level 70. I will directly obtain the next soul ring."

"Yeah." Fuso shook the leaves.

Zhang Yang nodded: "Then the question is, if I break through to level 70 by receiving the first-stage reward, can I enjoy the benefits of the god-given soul ring in the second-stage mission?"

Fusang already understood what Zhang Yang wanted to express. He was worried that he would make a small loss but lose a big one. In order to shorten his training time by one month, he missed a god-given soul ring.

There is no comparison between a month and a god-given soul ring.

"I understand what you mean." Fusang shook the leaves and said, "You can absolutely follow your plan. You still have the god-given soul ring. Don't worry."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this: "That's good. When you say that, I feel more relieved."

Hearing what Zhang Yang said, Fusang shook the leaves and said: "Although Apollo is already a high-ranking god, he also cherishes talents. Your talent is so excellent, even Apollo will look at you differently."

"Moreover, you are the first soul master to accept the inheritance test of the god Apollo. Apollo specifically told me to take good care of you. Since it will help you improve your strength, how could Apollo be reluctant to part with a god-given soul ring? Woolen cloth?"

"Besides, the god-given soul ring is not a valuable thing to the gods. As long as you need it, I can just give it to you."

Zhang Yang suddenly realized.

Fuso continued: "Since you have decided to complete the first stage of the test at level 69, I will not keep you. In addition, I can tell you the information about the second stage of the test in advance, so that you can do it in advance. Be prepared."

"Oh?" Zhang Yang looked at Fusang curiously: "The information on the second stage of the test? What is it?"

"It's a test about reaction and agility." Fuso said: "Have you seen the hundreds of thousands of dark willows on my right half? The second stage of the test is to survive the attack of my hundreds of thousands of willows. Half an hour later."

"???"

Hearing Fusang's words, Zhang Yang's expression was indescribably weird.

Zhang Yang blinked, took out his ears again, and cleaned out a large pile of old earwax, and then asked: "I'm sorry, what is the second stage of the test? Can you tell me again? listen?"

"Sustained for half an hour under the attack of hundreds of thousands of my willow branches." Fusang repeated again, shaking the leaves.

"So simple?" Zhang Yang's face was filled with astonishment.

"Is it easy?" Fusang asked doubtfully: "I have hundreds of thousands of wicker sticks, and every time I whip them, I can beat the ten thousand-year-old soul beast to pieces and make blood flow. Even if your physical fitness is already so terrifying, it is impossible to resist. It is absolutely impossible for me to attack with hundreds of thousands of willow sticks for half an hour."

"Besides, don't expect me to be merciful to you. Everything else is negotiable, but I won't give you any discounts on the test of divine inheritance."

"I know, the six relatives don't recognize the old Fusang." Zhang Yang nodded: "You have already told me about the second stage of the test, so I will go back and prepare now and start arranging special training."

"Yes." Fuso shook the leaves and said, "The difficulty of this second stage of the test will definitely be beyond your expectation. It's better for you to prepare early."

"I understand, that's it, see you in a few months. Wuhun, possessed!" Zhang Yang waved goodbye to Fusang. Quickly activate the martial spirit to possess him, and disappear with one move of "Yatata Mirror".

Ning Rongrong was still waiting for Zhang Yang to have dinner together.

When Zhang Yang returned to Qibao City, he happened to catch up with the chef bringing the last dish to the table, and the servant went to invite Ning Fengzhi and others to eat.

During the dinner, Zhang Yang relayed Fusang's words to Ning Fengzhi, which made Ning Fengzhi sigh with emotion.

"Sure enough, geniuses are treated favorably wherever they are. Even gods cherish talents." Ning Fengzhi nodded, put down the spoon in his hand and looked at Zhang Yang: "Zhang Yang, you and Rongrong are adults, too. It’s time to think about your marriage.”

As soon as Ning Fengzhi said these words, Ning Rongrong's pretty face instantly turned bright red.

However, if she really showed her shyness, she would definitely be laughed at by everyone present. So even though she was already expecting it in her heart, Ning Rongrong still looked nonchalant on the surface, picking up food. There is no difference at all.

But secretly, she was secretly observing Zhang Yang's reaction.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang's reaction made her very satisfied.

Hearing what Ning Fengzhi said, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate at all. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Ning Fengzhi, solemnly saying: "It's all up to Uncle Ning."

Hearing what Zhang Yang said, both Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo next to him showed a satisfied smile on their faces.

After Zhang Yang said this, Ning Fengzhi was no longer anxious. He nodded and said: "Well, then I will arrange for someone to go to Notting City to pick up your parents as soon as possible and come to Qibao City. I will be the one to deal with the important matter of your marriage to Rongrong." It doesn’t matter what people say, it still needs to be decided by the two families together.”

"Uncle Ning, just make the arrangements." Zhang Yang nodded, then glanced at Ning Rongrong next to him.

At this time, Ning Rongrong's head almost dropped to her chest. How could she still look nonchalant as before?

After the dinner, Zhang Yang followed Ning Rongrong to her boudoir to talk about love. .

Because of Zhang Yang's words during the dinner, Ning Rongrong was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, and the tenderness in her eyes was almost dripping from her eyes.

It wasn't until : in the evening when the maid outside the room knocked on the door to remind Ning Rongrong that the milk bath was ready, that Zhang Yang returned to his room.