Double Douluo

"Yeah..." Zhu Zhuqing replied softly, lowering her head slightly, unwilling to let others see the expression on her face, her eyes becoming a little moist.

Tang San read Ye Zhiqiu's words just now in his heart, and his eyes lit up.

"You don't want to trouble me; how can I be willing to see you wronged?"

Learned... learned...

It's another famous saying. Produced by Brother Qiu, it must be a gem! I also want to find an opportunity to use this line on Xiao Wu.

The group continued to walk, passing through many pavilions, and finally stopped under a nine-story tower that looked much larger than the other buildings.

Upon closer inspection, this tower-shaped building looked exactly like Ning Rongrong's Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda. It was constructed entirely based on the Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda's martial spirit. However, the Qibao Glazed Tile Pagoda lacked the top two stories, while the tower-shaped building was a complete nine-story structure made of stone and wood.

This tower also represented the long-cherished wish of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

"This is the governing tower. During the day, my dad usually handles sectarian affairs on the first floor. The upper eight floors are used for enjoying the scenery, drinking tea, and reading books, and the ninth floor provides a breathtaking view of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. The scenery is particularly beautiful." Ning Rongrong smiled and said a few words to everyone before leading Ye Zhiqiu to the wide front entrance.

Inside, the space was very spacious. A pristine light-colored carpet adorned the central road, while antique wooden floors were placed on both sides. Many decorative landscape bamboo and dwarf pine trees were also present, separated by screens. The majestic and elegant decorations were obviously well-received by everyone.

A person's character can often be seen in their interior decoration. The plants, tables, and chairs in this room were in line with the elegant and easy-going character of Ning Fengzhi, the clan's head.

At the end of the central carpet, there was a large red-brown wooden chair. A person sat on it, appearing to be about 27 or 28 years old. He had beautiful eyes and a faint smile on his face. Despite his almost 40 years of age, Ning Fengzhi's well-maintained appearance made him look younger.

On both sides of Ning Fengzhi, there were two middle-aged men who were staring at each other.

One of them was the Sword Douluo that Ye Zhiqiu had seen before. He hadn't seen him for many years, but Sword Douluo was still the same. The only difference was that he seemed to have shaved the mustache on his chin, giving him a childlike appearance.

The one who was locking eyes with Sword Douluo was a middle-aged man in soft black armor. He had long black hair, and it hung straight down to cover a small part of his cheeks. The sharpness in his eyes made the surrounding air feel colder. This was another Level 95 Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, Gu Rong.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, what are you doing?" Ning Rongrong stepped forward with some curiosity.

The two Title Douluos, who were about to glare at each other to death, were taken aback when they saw Ning Rongrong approach. Their expressions instantly changed.

Sword Douluo fondly touched Ning Rongrong's head and smiled kindly, "Come on, Rong Rong, tell this old bone that you like Grandpa Sword better."

"Rubbish! You old man who only knows how to play with swords." Bone Douluo shoved Sword Douluo aside, ruffled Ning Rongrong's hair, and said with a smile, "Rong Rong obviously likes my bone more. Grandpa, you should just stand aside."

"Do you want to fight with this old bone?"

"I'll fight you anytime!"

...

The two faced each other and glared.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others watched for a while, astonished. Was Rong Rong held in such high regard at home?

Xiao Wu, among the crowd, hid behind Tang San, secretly poking her head out to watch this interesting scene.

"Ahem, Uncle Jian and Uncle Bone, there are guests here. Don't let the juniors see you making a scene." Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head, trying to mediate between the two of them.

"Huh~"

"Huh~"

The two Title Douluos were like children, with their arms folded and their heads turned away.

Tang San and the others were completely petrified this time. Ye Zhiqiu also saw the corners of his mouth twitching; it seemed that the last time he saw Jian Douluo, he wasn't so childish...

Seeing this scene, Ning Rongrong seemed dissatisfied. Her big eyes rolled, and she said with a bright smile, "Both Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone are loved by Rongrong, and my father likes them too. But they like Zhiqiu the most."

At the same time, Ning Rongrong ran to Ye Zhiqiu and held his arm with a sly smile in her big eyes.

"Huh?" Jian Douluo and Bone Douluo stared at Ye Zhiqiu simultaneously. They almost exploded when they saw Ye Zhiqiu's right hand being held by their beloved little princess and his left hand holding another beauty.

"Boy Qiu, fortunately, I told you a lot of good things about Fengzhi. You're not satisfied with just Rongrong; you're playing tricks too?" Jian Douluo glared at Ye Zhiqiu.

Although Bone Douluo didn't speak, his eyes were filled with visible anger. He seemed ready to attack Ye Zhiqiu at any moment.

Ning Fengzhi observed Ye Zhiqiu with interest. He didn't speak or stop, just smiling as he watched.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others were sweating coldly. It seemed like something was going to happen. This scene didn't seem to be as easygoing as they thought.

The pressure emitted by the two Title Douluos was overwhelming. They stood behind Ye Zhiqiu. Although Ye Zhiqiu didn't have to bear the full force of their pressure, just a little residual pressure made it difficult for those behind him to breathe.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing next to Ye Zhiqiu, turned pale. Her body trembled, and the spirit of the ghost cat was forced out. Although Ning Rongrong was deliberately kept away from the two Title Douluos, the pressure still made her quite uncomfortable.

Ye Zhiqiu furrowed his brows and placed his hands on the shoulders of the two girls behind him. His martial soul opened.

As the four purple, black, and red spirit rings fell, the pressure on Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others behind him lessened with each drop of a spirit ring.

When the fourth six-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring fell, the pressure from Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo dissipated completely.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been slightly suppressed quickly returned.

normal.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi's eyes gleamed with some unexpected excitement.

Ye Zhiqiu withdrew his martial soul and smiled faintly. He looked at the three of them, slightly bowed, and said, "Ye Zhiqiu pays his respects to Uncle Ning, Grandpa Jian, and Grandpa Bone. Can we have a civil conversation? Don't scare Rongrong and me on our way here."