Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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"Hey, who do you say is your wife?"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face was stern, her beautiful eyes glared at the black-haired boy who came. She didn't want Yang Ming to misunderstand her because of the other party's short words.

But obviously, the teenager ignored Ning Rongrong’s eye warning. Shi Shiran came to Yang Ming two meters away, looked up and down Yang Ming for a moment, and shook his head.

"Just your little white face can actually capture my wife's heart, boy, which green onion are you?"

Yang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly. Anyone who knew him knew that Yang Ming was in a state of extreme anger.

Due to disputes and conflicts here, many spirit masters are attracted to watch the excitement. After all, because of the nature of people gathering to watch the excitement, Yang Ming's sharp-eyed discovered that there are actually many teams from the Heaven Dou Empire who are in the midst of the competition, and are preparing to take a look. Good show.

If it were to change to normal, Yang Ming would not be able to clean up the black-haired boy in front of him.

However, at the moment it is in the old nest of Wuhun Palace, if he beats people in the street, he will only drop the handle to the Wuhun Palace. The Wuhun Palace is probably going to be happy. They are still worried that they have no excuse to deal with in the city. As for Yang Ming, he can justly dispatch a team of soul masters to capture Yang Ming.

Therefore, Yang Ming actually doubted whether the young man in front of him in the Wuhun Hall costume deliberately said such things, whether he deliberately pissed him off.

After taking a deep breath, after calming down the killing intent in his heart, Yang Ming said lightly:

"Before asking other people with their last names and first names, shouldn't you introduce yourself first? It seems that your tutors are all taught by pigs, right? You are so uncultured."

Hearing Yang Ming's polite but decent irony, there was a burst of suppressed laughter from the surrounding crowd.

The black-haired boy turned dark, with a few blue veins violent on his forehead, and his eyes were like wounded beasts, staring at Yang Ming with tyrannical eyes. If it weren't for fear, Yang Ming with the assistance of Ning Rongrong could hang him. , I can't say that this young man is about to do it.

Although his language is crude, it does not mean he is stupid.

The black-haired boy said bitterly as his thoughts flashed:

"My name is Caesar, this name will become your nightmare!"

Caesar's nostrils were upturned into the sky, his arms folded around his chest, the virtue of a goddess and my second.

Of course, he naturally has his own arrogant capital.

Seeing a trace of killing intent between Yang Ming's eyebrows, the master secretly pulled Yang Ming's sleeve behind him, and whispered:

"Yang Ming, be careful. This kid is very evil. His martial spirit is a spirit ring, which can limit other people's martial spirit, spirit power, and spirit abilities. I used to be careless and miserable by him."

Hearing this, Yang Ming's heart shuddered.

On the Douluo Continent, martial soul, soul power, and soul ability are the proofs that determine whether a soul master is strong, and the three are indispensable.

Even for Yang Ming, nearly half of the abilities he possessed were related to soul power. Once restricted by the opponent, his strength would be damaged by half.

Of course, Yang Ming still has some abilities, such as the ability to write round eyes and ruthless charge, which are linked to Yang Ming's physical strength, and will not be as miserable as other spirit masters who become a lamb to be slaughtered after being restricted.

As Yang Ming thought secretly, the young man named Caesar unexpectedly saw Ning Rongrong in front of him.

"Ning Rongrong, you are the goddess of my dreams, how about, do you want to be my girlfriend?" Let's start www.xiashou8.com

"What, you actually rejected me? Do you know who you rejected? I am a disciple of the Pope, the future star of the Spirit Hall, and the big man who will be in charge of the Spirit Hall in the future, why do you reject me?"

"Ning Rongrong, what is so good about this little white face? Is it handsome enough to be a meal? You still follow me?"

Caesar circled around Ning Rongrong, constantly showing his hospitality.

He is not very old, probably only 13 or 14 years old. At this age, he has half-stepped into the realm of the soul king, and he is a very talented genius, only a tiny bit behind Yang Ming.

Moreover, his teacher is actually Pope Bibi Dong of Wuhun Hall!

This really surprised Yang Ming. He didn't remember that in the original book Pope Bibi Dong had his disciple.

Seeing the other party directly ignoring him to make Ning Rongrong, no matter how good the mentality is, a man will not tolerate him. Yang Ming's face suddenly sinks, and he puts out his right hand, with five fingers into claws, sharply leaning towards Caesar, trying to catch him .

But who knows, Caesar seems to have eyes behind his back, and before Yang Ming's claws get close, his body is as slippery as a loach, he actually dodges to the side smoothly.

It seems that Caesar is not only simple in ability, but he worships the pope, and he has also undergone some hellish training. Otherwise, if he changes to another soul master, he may not be able to escape Yang Ming's palm.

Caesar raised his head, nostrils facing Yang Ming.

From Yang Ming's clothes, he has found that Yang Ming is a member of the Shrek Academy contest, and he snorted, rather arrogantly:

"Boy, I advise you to leave Ning Rongrong quickly. She is not something a man like you can touch. Only a man like me who has no lack of status and status can marry Ning Rongrong. If you are interested, I will give you three days. Give me time to roll, roll me as far as I can, or when I get to the field, let me see if I can take care of you!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes were angered, almost breathing fire. She had seen someone shameless, but she had never seen someone as shameless as Caesar.

"Done?"

Yang Ming took a lot of time, patted the barely dust on his body, touched Caesar imaginarily, and said:

"When you're done, you can roll it out."

"What?" Caesar almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and said angrily: "What tone of your voice, you dare to talk to me like this?"

Yang Ming squinted at him.

It seemed that this young man should have been staying in Wuhun City all year round, believing that he was a disciple of the Pope, and was accustomed to being domineering. Once others did not follow his wishes, he would be extremely angry.

"For people like you, I only give you one sentence." Yang Ming raised a middle finger and said every word: "Some people live and live like beasts, and some people live and live better than others. A beast."

This sentence was scolding Caesar both overtly and secretly.

Even Ning Rongrong couldn't help laughing laughter with the surrounding crowd eating melons.

Caesar's face was like red dates, and his lungs were exploding with anger. He pointed at Yang Ming with trembling fingers, and said bitterly:

"Boy, I want to fight you a life and death duel, dare you!"

Yang Ming raised his brows, and the other party's words were in his arms.

Just as Yang Ming was about to agree, there was a clear sound of footsteps from far and near, and a beautiful figure appeared behind Caesar, grabbing Caesar's ears without any explanation, and shouting in his ears:

"Caesar, you've come out to play with disobedience, is it itchy?"