The air was filled with sword intent, and sword light whistled.
Flander instinctively released his martial soul to defend himself, fearing the sword energy would harm him.
Yu Xiaogang cowered to the side, afraid of being implicated.
A sword energy slashed across Zhu Zhuqing's cheek, blood flowing uncontrollably, a metallic stench filling her nostrils. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes widened sharply: "This is the second time!"
The second time? What did that mean?
Ning Fengzhi frowned, not understanding Zhu Zhuqing's words. Even at this point, Zhu Zhuqing said it was the second time?
What did that mean?
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Sword Douluo, who shook his head. He didn't understand what Zhu Zhuqing meant by "the second time."
He looked at Flander and the other two, who also shook their heads, indicating they knew nothing.
"Zhu Zhuqing, what do you mean by this?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned, looking at Zhu Zhuqing, these few words leaving him completely bewildered.
"Heh!"
Zhu Zhuqing snorted coldly, her gaze landing mockingly on Ning Rongrong.
"Ning Fengzhi, guess."
Zhu Zhuqing's provocation was palpable, practically blatant.
Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, seemingly deep in thought.
Before he could speak, Zhu Zhuqing continued, "This is the second time."
"As for what happened? Heh, you two old folks might want to think about it carefully?"
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the wall, a smug smile on her face.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's smile, Sword Douluo snorted coldly, preparing to draw his sword, but was immediately stopped by Ning Fengzhi: "Uncle Sword, wait!"
The sword hovering in mid-air abruptly stopped.
"I'd rather you make your move."
Zhu Zhuqing said disdainfully, now that she was fearless and had already revealed her trump card, what was there to worry about?
"You..." Ning Fengzhi was speechless.
"Zhu Zhuqing, what do you mean? Do you really think my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't dare kill you?!"
Ning Rongrong roared, pointing angrily at Zhu Zhuqing. In all her life, this was the first time she'd ever seen anyone dare threaten her father.
As for facing Xu Xin back then? That wasn't a threat; it was a final warning. Ning Fengzhi wasn't worthy of being threatened.
"Heh, loose lips sink ships, Ning Rongrong. This is the second time,"
Zhu Zhuqing said coldly. This was the second time!
Loose lips sink ships—Ning Fengzhi immediately grasped the key point in Zhu Zhuqing's words.
Ning Fengzhi kept thinking, when was the first time he'd loose lips? A moment later, he seemed to remember something, looking at Zhu Zhuqing with a panicked
expression. Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's fearless demeanor, the next instant, a loud sound rang out.
"Slap!"
Ning Fengzhi said nothing, but slapped Ning Rongrong across the face.
"Feng Zhi, what are you doing!"
"Dad, you... Waaah, you hit me, you actually hit me!!"
Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong's voices rang out one after the other. Along with Ning Rongrong's cries, Sword Douluo felt a pang of heartache.
"Hmph, I won't hit you, I'll beat you to death today, you unfilial daughter!"
Ning Feng Zhi said, preparing to slap her again, but Sword Douluo stopped her: "Feng Zhi, what are you doing? Let's talk this out. Look, Rongrong is crying!"
Sword Douluo was concerned, then his gaze fell on Zhu Zhuqing. It was all this woman's fault, that damned woman! Otherwise, his beloved granddaughter wouldn't be in this state.
"Uncle Sword, do you know how much trouble Rongrong has gotten into this time?"
Ning Fengzhi looked helplessly at Sword Douluo with a bitter smile. Luckily, he reacted quickly; otherwise, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wouldn't have survived.
"Dad, she's the abandoned daughter of the Star Luo Zhu family! What kind of background does she have?!"
Ning Rongrong was furious, covering her face with one hand and pointing at Zhu Zhuqing with the other, cursing incessantly.
Zhu Zhuqing just smiled, saying nothing, and simply looked at Ning Fengzhi.
"Slap!"
Ning Fengzhi slapped her again: "Shut up!"
Ning Rongrong covered her face and threw herself into Sword Douluo's arms, crying bitterly.
"Fengzhi, what exactly is going on? If you don't explain clearly, I'm not finished with you!"
Holding Ning Rongrong, Sword Douluo looked at Ning Fengzhi with a stern face. Even if he trusted Ning Fengzhi, he wouldn't let it go unless the other party gave an explanation.
"A few years ago, a title was confiscated, half the resources were taken, and this is the second time!"
Ning Fengzhi's face was contorted with grief, his eyes filled with helplessness. He wished he could kick this unfilial daughter out of the house. But what could he do? She was his daughter. If
his daughter made a mistake, he had to clean up her mess.
Ning Fengzhi was also helpless, his heart filled with bitterness. That person was truly capable of some inhumane things.
If Uncle Jian hadn't admitted his mistake quickly back then, the other party might have wiped out his sect.
Sigh, now it's happening again…
Ning Fengzhi really wanted to cry. He should have known better than to come. The other party was that person's man; it wouldn't be surprising if they did something.
He didn't want to think about it anymore. That secret, whoever wanted it could have it; he, Ning Fengzhi, didn't want it anymore.
Hearing those words, Sword Douluo's thoughts immediately returned to the past. That guy defeated a Soul Douluo as a Soul King, and in just a few years, he was promoted to a titled Soul Douluo, possessing three red Soul Rings. Sigh…
Sword Douluo gave a bitter smile. Why was that person's man? Why...
reality is like this, even if he denies it, it's useless, Sword Douluo had to admit defeat.
"Feng Zhi, you handle the rest yourself, I'll take Rongrong back first!"
Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong in his arms, that was all he could say, afraid that Zhu Zhuqing would have Ning Fengzhi slap Ning Rongrong again.
He had already slapped her twice, and it hurt him.
Ning Fengzhi didn't speak, and neither did Zhu Zhuqing, they just watched.
Zhu Zhuqing's silence made Ning Fengzhi anxious, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what she wanted to do.
*Slap!
* Ning Fengzhi, lacking confidence, pulled Ning Rongrong over and slapped her again: "Waaah!"
Ning Rongrong burst into tears, Flander and Yu Xiaogang beside him were completely dumbfounded, never expecting things to turn out this way.
Sword Douluo hardened his heart, glared at Ning Fengzhi, picked up Ning Rongrong and flew away on his sword, leaving Ning Fengzhi alone here.
Ning Fengzhi's face was ugly, but he didn't stop Sword Douluo's actions, instead letting him take Ning Rongrong away.
Zhu Zhuqing watched, perfectly aware of Ning Fengzhi's intentions: "Ning Fengzhi, you've really got a good plan."
Zhu Zhuqing glared at Ning Fengzhi, her words dripping with mockery.
Logically, such matters should be kept quiet, but Zhu Zhuqing insisted on pointing it out. "You're shameless, why should I give you face?" she thought . "
How did you treat me just now? Now you want to use this to let Ning Rongrong go? Truly laughable!
" (End of Chapter)