"Six chambers, only one has a bullet."
"You saw the power of the Python Revolver during the day."
"Take a guess."
"If you win, will you die?"
Under the dark, gaping muzzle, Ning Rongrong's body stiffened, her mind went blank! Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on her fair skin.
She watched with wide eyes as Tang Lan pulled the trigger.
"Click—"
Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled! Once she confirmed there was no hole in her, she immediately slumped to the ground.
She gasped for breath, her eyes filled with terror as she stared at Tang Lan.
—He actually dared to kill her!
At this moment, all the talk of being the heir of the Upper Three Sects, of a Titled Douluo grandfather, was just meaningless!
If she were killed now, what meaning would it have even if Tang Lan faced retaliation later?
Between life and death lay great terror, and also great enlightenment.
Ning Rongrong understood.
Unfortunately, Tang Lan had no intention of letting her off the hook.
He raised the muzzle again and pulled the trigger repeatedly—
"Click—"
"Click—"
"Click—"
"Click—"
Four dry clicks.
Ning Rongrong trembled four more times in response.
"Wow!" Tang Lan exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Five empty shots, your luck is really good."
He aimed the muzzle at Ning Rongrong, a grin splitting his face.
"Then this sixth shot," he said, "will be with a real bullet!"
"Do you have any last words?"
Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank to pinpricks, tears of fear streaming down her face.
"I-I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry!"
"I won't offend you again!"
"I…"
"I can buy my life!"
She poured a pile of large gold bricks from her storage soul tool.
Tang Lan didn't stand on ceremony and collected them all into the Blue King—consider it her tuition fee.
Ning Rongrong breathed a sigh of relief at this.
She thought she had escaped disaster only to see Tang Lan raise the muzzle again, aiming it at her.
She was stunned!
Her eyes were filled with disbelief!
"Didn't you take my money? You…"
"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong flinched, her pupils shrinking to needle points!
Clutching her chest in agony, she collapsed onto the floor.
All her past actions flashed through her mind like a slideshow.
Bullying fellow disciples,
Playing pranks on classmates,
Making teachers look foolish,
It turned out from an outsider's perspective, she had been willful and spoiled for all these 12 years! She had a sudden realization.
If she had the chance, she would definitely change. But alas,
There was no chance.
She slowly closed her eyes.
A few seconds later, she suddenly opened her eyes again and sat up suspiciously.
She looked down. Her clothes weren't torn, only a bullet casing.
"Oh dear," Tang Lan said dramatically. "I think I only loaded the primer, it didn't have much power."
Ning Rongrong didn't understand what he said, but she knew—she had been tricked!
She was furious! Her eyes widened, ready to lash out. But then she remembered the fleeting images from just now.
She fell silent again.
The people he had pranked must have been as angry as she was right now, right?
Get angry?
What if Tang Lan went for real next time? [Host has made Ning Rongrong realize her own mistakes, increasing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's fortune, and replacing Tang San as Ning Fengzhi's honored guest. Seized a small portion of Tang San's fortune!]
[Reward: "Short-Barreled Weapon – Submachine Gun Mastery"!]
Type 54 submachine gun, MP5 submachine gun, P90 submachine gun, Uzi submachine gun… The knowledge of models, structures, and accessories made Tang Lan's thoughts freeze.
Fortunately,
Ning Rongrong was also "reflecting," and the two of them just stared at each other, lost in their own thoughts.
More than ten seconds later.
Ning Rongrong stood up, took a deep look at Tang Lan.
Then she turned and left.
Tang Lan came back to his senses and parted the Blue Silver Grass to let her leave.
As expected of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess!
Even just teaching her a lesson gave such generous rewards.
He waved and closed the door.
Tang Lan yawned and continued to prepare for sleep.
Ads by Pubfuture But it hadn't been a few minutes when… "Creak—"
The door opened again.
Tang Lan chuckled as well.
Was his dorm some kind of hotel? Why were people coming and going so late at night? Turning around, he met Xiao Wu's pink eyes and shifted over a bit.
Xiao Wu giggled and obediently slept beside Tang Lan.
She took his hand, feeling the scorching internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Content, she closed her eyes.
"It's really not the same without you here, big brother," Xiao Wu said with a smile.
As for being angry? She had already calmed down herself.
"You," Tang Lan said dotingly, "I help you cultivate every day, aren't you afraid I'll fall behind in level?"
Xiao Wu pouted, her tone a little sour.
"Your Nine Yang Divine Skill runs automatically, do you still need me to cultivate?"
She was truly envious! They were practicing the same cultivation method, so why was the gap so large? Her talent still couldn't compare to her brother's.
The next morning.
Xiao Wu quietly went back, her toiletries were still at the dorm.
A few minutes later,
Tang Lan and Xiao Wu met up again and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.
Shao Xin, the chef, smiled and greeted them when he saw them.
"You're here so early?"
"Don't you know that the opening ceremony has been postponed to the afternoon?"
Xiao Wu looked confused.
Tang Lan suppressed a grin.
It seemed Flender had also been beaten quite badly last night.
"Teacher Shao, aren't you even earlier?" Tang Lan replied.
"Yes, Teacher Shao, you've worked hard," Xiao Wu chimed in.
This was a Level 71 Food-Type Titled Douluo, and the ladle for serving food was in his hands.
Being sweet-mouthed wouldn't hurt.
Shao Xin chuckled, growing even more pleased with the two of them.
Talented, high aptitude, polite, and handsome.
What teacher wouldn't love students like these?
He immediately filled a food tray with meat dishes.
"Enough, enough! I can't eat anymore, and it'll be a waste!" Tang Lan quickly said, "Take some vegetables, Xiao Wu likes them."
Hearing this, Shao Xin
took a new food tray and filled it with a full plate of vegetables.
"Little girls are still growing, so they need to eat plenty, even vegetables."
What could Xiao Wu do? This meal, the two of them ended up with stomachs as full as if they were six months pregnant.
After saying goodbye to Shao Xin,
since there were no classes today, they wandered around the school.
They casually chatted about their insights from practicing.
Tang Lan was not a stingy person.
Over the past few years,
except for the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which wasn't suitable for Xiao Wu, he had only taught her the first two levels.
The Undying Seal Method, Dragon Capturing Hand, and Lingbo Weibu, he had taught her everything he knew.
—Xiao Wu, with her love-addled brain, was willing to sacrifice herself for her lover; no amount of kindness shown to her was too much.
Unlike Tang San, who held back.
Right up until the very end,
he hadn't taught Xiao Wu any of his martial arts, instead passing them down to a "disciple" with little talent.
What,
he didn't trust his own wife?
Or was he afraid of being surpassed? As they talked,
the two of them unknowingly walked out of the Shrek campus and into a nearby village.
"Let go of me!"
"I won't go with you!"
"No!"
A plea for mercy interrupted their discussion.
They looked in the direction of the sound.
They saw a small, chubby guy pulling a village girl, preventing her from leaving.
He was also spouting lewd words.
"Cuihua, if you want to go, that's fine, but can we do it one more time before you leave?"
"This time I promise, just once!"
Good heavens! Could a decent person say something like that?
Upon hearing this, Cuihua's face changed drastically!
She struggled even harder! "No! I don't want to!"
"I really can't take it anymore!"
"Please let me go!"
Oh! Tang Lan recognized the chubby guy as Ma Hongjun.
He hadn't expected to bump into him breaking up with the village beauty while just taking a walk.
A breakup bang?
Was his lust getting the better of him, unable to endure it?