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Ning Rongrong, who was buried in Shen An's arms, burst into tears.
"Shen An, you bastard, you're a scumbag!"
Ning Rongrong's shout attracted everyone's attention, and they all stared with bright eyes at the couple embracing on the bustling street.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad looking, but I didn't expect him to be such a bad person."
"What a pity for this beautiful young girl."
Whispers and pointing voices rang out, making Shen An's face darken. He quickly tried to soothe the girl in his arms:
"Rongrong, stop crying. Look, you're all covered in tears, your makeup is all messed up."
"You're the one with the big makeup! I'm naturally beautiful, I don't need makeup!"
Ning Rongrong glared fiercely at Shen An, but there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
Shen An chuckled. It was good that she was willing to talk; it meant there was room for maneuver. If the girl didn't talk, then it was all over.
More and more onlookers gathered around. Shen An glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and his lips twitched. Sure enough, watching the drama unfold was human nature.
Immediately afterward, Shen An whispered in Ning Rongrong's ear, "Hold me tight."
Ning Rongrong was clueless. She instinctively hugged Shen An's waist, and then her whole body seemed to defy gravity and fly into the air.
Shen An rode his sword energy, moving through the clouds and mist. Ning Rongrong watched the crowds and cities grow smaller and smaller, and couldn't help but hug Shen An even tighter.
Feeling the softness behind him, Shen An couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, marveling at how much he had grown up. Of course, he was still far behind Zhu Zhuqing.
"Hey, what do you want from me?" Ning Rongrong's voice came from behind, her tone filled with resentment.
"I was just worried about you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Is there anywhere you'd like to go? I'll show you around," Shen An said casually.
Ning Rongrong let out an "oh," and silently hugged Shen An even tighter.
"Let's go somewhere without Zhu Qing," the little witch whispered.
Shen An froze, and could only laugh it off.
The little witch rolled her eyes at Shen An, feeling a void in her heart, and then said...
"Let's fly in the sky; the view below will be quite unique from here."
'And that way I can hold you forever.' But the little witch only thought this to herself and didn't say it out loud.
With Shen An's cultivation level, flying in the sky was incredibly easy for him.
The cyan sword energy beneath their feet was like clouds and mist, making them appear like a divine couple riding the clouds.
"Shen An, what do you like about Zhu Qing?" Ning Rongrong asked, clenching her small fists with a hint of resentment.
Shen An was taken aback. If it really came down to it, he could speak eloquently, but if he were to say these words, it would undoubtedly hurt the little witch's feelings.
In the end, all he could say was one sentence.
"Big breasts!"
Well, after all, what is commonplace can be refined.
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyebrows shot up sharply, and her small hands pinched the soft flesh on Shen An's waist.
"You bastard!"
With Shen An's current physical condition, even Ning Rongrong, a strong girl who has trained with dumbbells, could not possibly hurt him by pinching him.
However, Shen An still cooperated with a painful groan, which made Ning Rongrong soften her heart again and let go of her hand.
“Actually, mine isn’t small either,” Ning Rongrong said defiantly, then deliberately puffed out her chest even more.
The two then kept joking with each other and recounting their experiences over the past two years.
Ning Rongrong's mood also seemed to have improved considerably.
Time passed, and darkness fell.
"Then let's go back," Shen An asked.
Ning Rongrong snorted softly. She longed to be with Shen An forever, but ultimately she had to face reality.
Shen An now belongs to Zhu Qing. If she also wants to have Shen An, she only has two choices.
First, stealing someone else's love has the advantage that once it works out, Shen An will be hers alone. The disadvantage is that the success rate is extremely low, and she will find it very difficult to swallow her pride.
Second, two women sharing one husband has the advantage of a higher success rate, and once successful, they can have all sorts of fun. The disadvantage is that it's too easy for Shen An!
The two landed at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. "Tom and Jerry are here too, let's go take a look together," Shen An said.
Ning Rongrong's low mood was not something that could be easily relieved, so he hoped to use Tom Jerry's cheerful nature to cheer up the little witch.
The two quickly learned that Na'er was competing against someone on the Soul Arena.
Arrive at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's exclusive Soul Battle Arena.
As soon as they entered, they saw Na'er wielding the Silver Dragon Spear in the courtyard, while her opponent was a Soul King-level expert, fighting against Na'er.
Na'er's delicate and lovely face was full of seriousness because Tom and Jerry were watching from below the stage.
She and Tom Jerry have a deep bond, and her appearance on stage for the Soul Challenge was because Tom wanted to give her pointers on marksmanship.
Therefore, Na'er was determined to make a good impression on her two teachers.
Na'er used her exquisite marksmanship, like a lightning bolt, leaping and rolling, launching a continuous barrage of attacks that forced the expert, a master of the Blade Soul King level, into a retreat.
Even Shen An had to marvel at Na'er's extraordinary talent. Regardless of her superb spear skills, her soul power alone had reached the level of a Soul King.
A talent level of ten in a year is simply astonishing.
However, after thinking about it, the little guy has an unprecedented level of innate full soul power of level 30, so it makes sense.
The Soul King, who was being suppressed by Na'er, was in unbearable pain and directly abandoned his sword and surrendered.
A chorus of boos immediately erupted from the audience.
Enraged, the Blade Soul King retorted, "What are you all doing, making a fuss about? If you're so good, why don't you do it yourself? Everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School knows about Miss Na'er's talent."
Na'er, with her charming and cute expression, stuck out her little tongue and clenched her little fists: "Thank you for the favor."
Immediately, Na'er ran down to the stage and stood in front of Tom and Jerry, looking at the two little ones expectantly, like a little girl who wanted to be praised.
Tom nodded in satisfaction at first, then shook his head.
The disciples around looked at Na'er with confusion and asked, "Senior Sister Na'er, what exactly does this cat master mean?"
Na'er said with a slight sense of frustration, "Teacher Tom said that Lian's marksmanship was alright, but not enough, and that he was going to show me his real marksmanship."
All the disciples perked up, believing that Na'er's spear skills were now unparalleled in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Even soul masters with higher soul power than Na'er might not be able to match her in spear techniques.
But the cat actually said it needed to practice more and wanted to demonstrate its real marksmanship.
Shen An's expression was strange. It wasn't that he doubted Tom's marksmanship, after all, Tom was a cat with all skills maxed out.
But instinct told Shen An that Tom was up to something again.
As expected, Tom walked onto the Soul Arena with the air of a master and then chose a skinny Soul Master.
Well, it was very random; he just happened to be the smallest Soul Master in the entire arena.
Na'er looked at her cat teacher with admiration: "Teacher Tom is so amazing. He was able to directly select the strongest Soul Emperor among us."
Talking Tom's expression changed. What? The strongest in the crowd? But that person was clearly the thinnest. It had been looking at him for a long time before choosing him.
Seeing the Soul Emperor in front of him summon a three-meter-long cleaver, Tom silently swallowed.
Tom instinctively wanted to back down.
Kona kindly said, "Teacher Tom, you can use my Silver Dragon Spear."
Seeing the adoring look in his little girl's eyes, Tom, being a proud cat, couldn't afford to lose face in front of Na'er.
Tom then waved his hand seriously, indicating that he didn't need this gun and that there were better ones.
Shen An and Ning Rongrong were also watching intently.
Then they saw Tom slowly pull out two "guns" from behind his back!
Two handguns!!!
Shen An's lips twitched. I knew it. Don't expect Tom to fight anyone seriously. This cat will definitely cause you some trouble.
Tom also caught a glimpse of Shen An's arrival and gave a wicked smile.
Tell me, is a pistol a gun or not?
Chapter 312 My development of Tom is less than one percent
Tom and the Soul Emperor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School are locked in a battle of opposing forces.
Just as the Soul Emperor launched his attack, Tom, wearing white gloves, suddenly pushed him aside, indicating that he needed to wait.
The Soul Emperor looked at Na'er in confusion. Na'er said cutely, "Teacher Tom said that since it's a competition, we should count to three, two, one before we start. We Soul Masters should fight each other fairly and squarely."
After hearing this, the Soul Emperor thought about it and agreed. It's better for a competition to be more formal.
So both sides stepped back fifty paces, and the referee, Na'er, counted.
At this moment, Tom meowed again. Seeing that Na'er hesitated, Tom put on a stern face, and Na'er nodded with her face slightly flushed.
"Shen An, what is Tom saying?"
Ning Rongrong asked in confusion, "Something seems off on the field."
Shen An's lips twitched: "You should watch carefully first, a certain cat is about to start disregarding martial ethics."
Then they saw it on the field.
Under Tom's supportive gaze, Na'er shyly called out, "Two~~~".
The note "three" was drawn out for an extremely long time.
The Soul Emperor was also surprised. Why was the number three so long? Then he saw Na'er open her mouth slightly, preparing to call out "two".
Everyone thought it would be an extremely long sound, but Na'er shouted almost continuously: "2, 1!"
The Soul Emperor was still in a daze, wondering why 3 was so long and 2 and 1 were so fast.
Before he could think it through, he heard a thunderous roar beside him.
Bang bang bang!
Na'er ran downstairs with her face flushed red. It was so embarrassing; she had become Teacher Tom's accomplice.
Ning Rongrong was also stunned and said, "Is this the true essence of marksmanship? To steal? To cheat?"
Shen An nodded silently: "If it's a pistol, then perhaps Tom's demonstration was correct."
Isn't the way to shoot a pistol all about stealing and cheating?
The Soul Emperor raised his sword and brought it down, vividly demonstrating a classic scene of a greatsword cutting through bullets.
The gleaming broadsword struck the speeding bullet with pinpoint accuracy, scattering golden sparks.
Tom's eyes widened in surprise. Was he really that handsome? He was so frightened that he immediately ran away, firing his gun as he ran.
The Soul Emperor was also somewhat embarrassed and angry. Such a cat-like marksmanship was too low-class, and all of his shots were aimed at people in a dirty way.
He felt the power of the bullet; if his penis were hit, he would probably be impotent for the rest of his life.
So everyone watched the strange scene on the Soul Arena: a Soul Emperor chasing a cat with a knife, but each time he missed by a hair's breadth.
The Soul Emperor wielding the sword was absolutely furious. This was too much of a joke. His fifth soul ring shone brightly, and his body was covered with a layer of snow-white light. His speed suddenly increased by countless times.
Tom was terrified. If the Soul Emperor Hongwen caught up with him, wouldn't his life be in danger?
Then, just as the knife was getting very close to Tom, and the cat was about to put the knife to its neck to scare it into tears, Tom turned around and fired several shots at the cat's toes.
The Soul Emperor, wielding the sword, hurriedly raised his blade to defend himself, but when he looked up again, Tom had already vanished.
He looked around, but couldn't find the cat anywhere.
A commotion arose from below the battle spirit.
"Look, there's a cat in the sky!"
The Soul Emperor with the sword noticed that all the spectators were staring blankly at the sky, so he couldn't help but look up as well.