Chapter 136

(one more)

In the face of Ning Rongrong's accusation, Yang obviously lacked confidence.

Because he forgot his promise...

It's no wonder Yang Ming, he's been too busy recently, he only sleeps four hours a day, and spends the rest of his time in cultivation except for eating. Naturally, he will lose his promise to turn Ning Rongrong back into a girl. Cloud Nine.

Seeing Yang Ming pondering, Ning Rongrong looked very angry and said:

"Yang Ming, why don't you do it like this, I paid for the antidote to become a girl, I came from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the most important thing is money, as long as you can make me become a girl, you can say as much as you want. I'll give it to you!"

Ning Rongrong didn't realize that when he said these words, he had a hint of domineering tone.

She has always been spoiled by her parents in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and she has never suffered such a big loss. Although she has experienced the Star Dou Great Forest, her temper is somewhat restrained, but inadvertently, she will still reveal the temper of a young lady. .

This includes the belief that you can buy everything you want with money.

Yang Ming felt guilty at first, but when she said that, he was both angry and funny.

Annoyingly, Yang Ming thought he and Ning Rongrong had become friends, but he didn't expect the other party to think that he was a mercenary villain trying to make money from her.

The funny thing is, Yang Ming doesn't love money at all, he's not interested in money.

Under Ning Rongrong's anxious gaze, Yang Ming waved his hand and said:

"I don't take your money."

Ning Rongrong was anxious, thinking that Yang Ming would not agree.

For a while now, she has been tortured by the man to the point of going crazy.

Going to the toilet is a small problem. What's more troublesome is that when she wakes up in the morning and finds that the national flag is raised below, and when she often gets along with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, her mind will always go crazy, fantasizing about being with Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. Do something shy.

She feels that the whole person is not good!

"Yang Ming, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is the richest sect in the entire continent. As long as you are willing to nod, I will not only give you money, but also call my father to recommend you to be the sect's worshiper, and enjoy high standard treatment every year. How about it?"

Yang Ming sighed in his heart and put his hands on Ning Rongrong's shoulders.

A pair of star-like eyes stared at Ning Rongrong's slightly flustered eyes, and said:

"It's not about money or money."

Just as Ning Rongrong's heart sank, he heard Yang Ming continue:

"I treat you as a friend, and of course I won't take your money."

"Equality and fairness to each other, isn't that what the so-called friends are all about?"

When the last sentence just fell, the system prompt sounded in Yang Ming's ear:

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for speaking the classic lines of the blue sea and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

The blue sea is a very popular comedy show at station B recently. It seems to be a passionate story about swimming, but it is a funny show full of beauty.

Funny things can never be inferred by common sense. Yang Ming believed that he was lucky enough to be the emperor of Europe, and decided to choose the lottery.

A strange virtual roulette appeared in Yang Ming's retina. The chassis was painted with passionate purple, and strange patterns were drawn around it. Question marks were displayed in all the grids. Before the draw was drawn, nothing could be seen.

After clicking to start, the pointer quickly rotated and stopped under Yang Ming's nervous gaze.

Friendship♂Soap: Use it in the bath to get what you want♂

It always feels a little weird.

Yang Ming thought about it, it's not surprising that this came from a passionate comedy.

When Yang Ming put his right hand into his pocket as a cover, he took out this soap and handed it to Ning Rongrong, saying:

"When you go to the bathroom to take a shower, use it to wipe your body, and you can restore your daughter's body."

Ning Rongrong blinked, looked at Yang Ming, and then at the soap in his palm, his mouth opened slightly, revealing an O-shape.

There was a note on his face, with a large line written on it:

Are you kidding me?

With a heavy heart, Ning Rongrong was skeptical, but finally chose to believe that Yang Ming would not deceive her, and immediately turned around and ran to the dormitory.

She's had enough of being a boy!

After a short rest, Yang Ming returned to the playground to continue his practice.

Now, Yang Ming's soul power has reached the thirtieth rank, and he only needs to obtain a matching soul ring before he can step into the realm of Soul Venerable.

In this regard, Yang Ming is not in a hurry.

In the same sentence, you need to be hard on yourself!

Yang Ming didn't want to draw a character like the Black Emperor that gave him a headache again. Only by precipitating himself more, laying a solid foundation, can he fly higher when he takes off.

As time went by, the number of people on the playground gradually increased.

Seeing that Yang Ming was cultivating hard, and the others were unwilling, they started exercising one after another, and the whole playground was in full swing.

A good person can lead a group of people to be good.

Just like a news report, a roommate in a university dormitory worked hard to get into Tsinghua University. His former roommates gave up the habit of playing games and mahjong, and joined him in the postgraduate entrance examination army. All students were admitted to Tsinghua University.

On the edge of the playground, Dean Flender watched this scene with a smile, and proudly said to Master Yu Xiaogang:

"Yang Ming is indeed the student I taught!"

The corner of the master's mouth twitched faintly. During the meal just now, Flender had already boasted to him for a long time, and hearing him say that now, I always felt very awkward.

Yes, he admitted that Yang Ming is very good.

However, the Tang San I taught by hand is not inferior to Yang Ming at all!

Thinking in this way, the master pondered for a moment, and said:

"How about we make a bet?"

"Oh?" Flender didn't understand what he meant. He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the old friend's gourd. He asked, "You talk about the content of the bet first, and I'll consider whether I want to bet with you."

old fox!

Both of them are smart people, so Yu Xiaogang didn't hide and said frankly:

"Let's just gamble, Xiaosan and the seven of them will fight Yang Ming, who will win and who will lose?"

Flender narrowed his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed through the slits, and said:

"Okay, I'll bet on Yang Ming winning, what are you going to bet on?"

"Whoever loses will treat the other party to dinner for a year. How about it?"

"Row!"

The two obviously had a heart of comparison in their hearts, and neither of them convinced the other. They both believed that the students they trained were better than the other, and they quickly reached a bet.

Just when Flender was about to explain the situation to Yang Ming, a beautiful figure came from a distance.

Ning Rongrong, who turned back into her daughter's body, was wearing a one-piece white dress, looking extraordinarily pure and charming, and gave Yang Ming a big hug.

"Thank you, Yang Ming."

(Well... some things are deleted after they are written, let's make up for them)