**Chapter 359: Rongrong Cries for You to See**

**Chapter 359: Rongrong Cries for You to See**

On Sunday, Zhao Ling went to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect as promised.

Given his current relationship with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect and the fact that he had received an invitation from Ning Fengzhi, it was no surprise he was welcomed.

Even without the invitation, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would have gladly accepted him.

Of course, although they welcomed him, Ning Fengzhi and the two sect protectors still didn't want their treasure taken away by some playboy.

When Zhao Ling arrived at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, he saw Ning Rongrong waiting at the mountain gate.

She was pacing back and forth, puffing out her cheeks and muttering to herself.

"Why hasn't Brother Ling come yet? Did he forget? Or did the servants fail to deliver the message to Brother Ling's house...?"

She kept mumbling, leaving the guards at the door speechless.

This young lady is really something. It's not even nine o'clock in the morning yet. It's normal for the Demon Suppression Douluo to sleep in a bit.

If these guards weren't on duty, none of them would be up before nine or ten o'clock!

The fact that the Demon Suppression Douluo arrived before eleven o'clock was a great honor to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Yet the eldest lady insisted on making everyone come here early in the morning. It's truly baffling.

Zhao Ling felt that Rongrong was exaggerating. He had come to the mountain gate to wait for her before nine o'clock.

Fortunately, he hadn't slept in; otherwise, this girl would have been waiting at the door for hours.

"Rongrong, here I come..."

Zhao Ling smiled and disappeared from his spot. The next second, he appeared behind Ning Rongrong and gently patted her shoulder.

When Ning Rongrong heard that familiar voice, she turned around and was about to throw herself into Zhao Ling's arms. But Zhao Ling held her shoulders with one hand.

"Girl, don't keep throwing yourself at Brother Ling. With so many people watching, aren't you afraid of losing face as a young lady?"

"I'm not afraid, Brother Ling. Don't hold me back. I just want to hug you. I have no other thoughts."

Ning Rongrong stretched out her arms as if to hug Zhao Ling's back. When she failed, she puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"No, you're still young. You're not allowed to throw yourself at a man. You're not a child anymore. You're not allowed to be willful."

Zhao Ling wasn't going to let go of this girl. He knew very well that if he did, she'd definitely crawl into his arms.

By then, the guards would surely look at him with envy and jealousy.

Although that feeling was nice, within two minutes, Ning Fengzhi and the two sect protectors would be staring at him like beasts.

Although none of them could beat Zhao Ling, being stared at like that still felt unsettling.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter! Brother Ling, please let Rongrong go. If you continue like this, Rongrong will cry in front of you."

Ning Rongrong grew more unhappy since she couldn't hug Zhao Ling, and her eyes began to mist.

For Zhao Ling, he couldn't stand seeing a woman cry, especially someone as young as Rongrong.

He thought that after making her cry, he'd look like a beast.

So, reluctantly, he let go of Ning Rongrong's shoulders, never expecting that her beautiful eyes, still misty just a moment ago, would suddenly sparkle.

The next second, she threw herself into Zhao Ling's arms, smiling triumphantly.

"Brother Ling, Rongrong finally hugged you, hum..."

At this moment, Zhao Ling felt like the guards around him were looking at him with contempt.

That's it? That's all? Didn't we agree that the young lady shouldn't throw herself into his arms?

And yet, she just pretended to cry, and he gave up his bottom line and let her jump into his arms?

Does this guy need to be so hypocritical?

As expected, the Demon Suppression Douluo is as fickle as the rumors say. As long as she's beautiful, he won't let her go.

A beauty like the eldest daughter, who has been delicate and graceful since childhood, will undoubtedly grow into an extraordinary woman.

If this Demon Suppression Douluo could resist harming her, they'd be willing to write their names backwards.

However, they predicted that the Demon Suppression Douluo would eventually marry the beauty.

There's no way around it. The Demon Suppression Douluo is just too handsome, and the eldest lady has been saying she wants to marry him since she was a child.

Every time the Demon Suppression Douluo visited the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the young lady didn't hesitate to throw herself into his arms.

If the eldest lady suddenly didn't throw herself into the arms of the Demon Suppression Douluo one day, they would think something big must have happened.

In the reception room, Zhao Ling sat upright in a chair, with Ning Rongrong next to him, holding his arm and resting her head on it.

Watching this, Ning Fengzhi, Jian Douluo, and Bone Douluo felt a surge of hatred.

Especially Ning Fengzhi—he wanted to pull his daughter away from Zhao Ling.

You're a rich young lady, but you're not acting like one.

Holding the Demon Suppression Douluo's arm and looking like you couldn't wait to stick to him, what on earth is going on?

However, Ning Fengzhi knew his daughter would never listen to him. Since she was a child, she had always been glued to the Demon Suppression Douluo.

Whenever the Demon Suppression Douluo visited the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, she would cling to him, and even he, as her father, couldn't pull her away.

What a sin! My facial features are already so regular.

Even though I can't compare to the Demon Suppression Douluo, I'm not that bad, right?

But his daughter had no resistance to handsome men at all.

Look at her infatuated look. If it weren't for the fact that this daughter looked a lot like him, he'd be amazed.

Ning Fengzhi began to doubt whether this girl was really his daughter. He and his wife weren't exactly crazy about her.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo felt a mix of envy and jealousy as they watched.

Rongrong called them both "Grandpa Jian" and "Grandpa Gu," but she called Zhao Ling "Brother Ling."

Come on, they're only thirty or forty years apart. Is it necessary to have such a huge gap?

Silly girl, your so-called "Brother Ling" is actually older than your father?

Ning Fengzhi and the two sect protectors sighed in their hearts.

Unable to persuade Ning Rongrong, they could only ignore the scene and asked Zhao Ling, "Demon Suppression Douluo, my Rongrong's martial spirit has changed from the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda to the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

She says this happened because you gave her a magical herb. I wonder if you still have this herb..."

Zhao Ling understood Ning Fengzhi's intention and replied without hesitation.

"No... Immortal herbs are not ordinary herbs; each one is extremely precious.

Qiluo Tulip—don't say that I can't take it out now. Even after a thousand or even ten thousand years, I may not be able to find another one.

Don't even think about using your gold soul coins to buy another one from me. This thing is priceless. It's the gift I promised to give to Rongrong."

(End of this chapter)