Seeing his daughter's expression change several times and her eyes swirling with emotions, Ning Fengzhi's eyes also showed a hint of doubt.
"Rongrong, you..."
"No, Dad!"
Ning Rongrong shook her head violently, waving her hands in front of her repeatedly.
She explained eagerly, "Someone has already fallen for Brother Jing! And it's the kind of 'love to the point of obsession'!"
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi was not surprised.
It would be strange if such an outstanding young man didn't have any women interested in him.
Dongfang Jing is surrounded by so many women with top-notch temperament and appearance; perhaps she is one of them.
He paused briefly, carefully considering his words, and then his gaze gently fell on his daughter.
"Rongrong, it's up to you now."
"Dad dares to say that it will be very difficult for another Dongfang Jing to appear in this world."
"So, ask yourself honestly, do you really have any special feelings for Dongfang Jing?"
Ning Fengzhi paused for a moment.
The tone shifted, becoming more direct: "And, do you mind, or rather, are you willing to be with other women..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But Ning Rongrong already understood her father's meaning.
As the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and a father of high status, he actually told his daughter to share a husband with her.
Ning Rongrong understood that this was not just about romantic love, but also involved immeasurable interests.
She had actually been mentally prepared for this for a long time; arranged marriages were an inescapable fate for children of large families.
However, when this object becomes an oriental mirror.
Ning Rongrong discovered that she couldn't feel any dislike in her heart.
She didn't argue or make a scene.
The girl simply lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with a hint of shyness.
"Well...that depends on what Brother Jing thinks..."
"Hahaha!"
Upon seeing this, Ning Fengzhi felt greatly relieved and couldn't help but laugh heartily.
It's rare to see my little devil show such a girlish side.
He joked in a good mood, "My Rongrong is so pretty and cute, any man would like her if you took the initiative."
"Or do you want Dad to give you some advice? How about you do this..."
"Aaaaah! I don't want to hear it! This is just a bunch of bastards chanting scriptures!"
Ning Rongrong was so embarrassed that she covered her ears and made a face at her father.
She shouted, "Dad! Grandpa Bone! Go back now! Rongrong is leaving, bye-bye!"
Before she could finish speaking, the girl had already turned around and run into the brand-new villa without looking back.
Watching his daughter run into the villa, Ning Fengzhi shook his head somewhat irritably.
"This girl dares to call her father a bastard. She's grown up and really entered her rebellious phase."
The ancient banyan tree beside it nodded with satisfaction, a smile on its face.
"It's clear that our little devil has matured a bit. Having Yao'er accompany her was the right choice."
"Yes, Uncle Bone."
Ning Fengzhi suppressed his smile, his expression returning to the composure of a sect leader.
"In that case, let's return to our sect."
"I need to go to Gengxin City as soon as possible to discuss the cooperation on hidden weapons with Master Craftsman Lou Gao."
"Um."
...
After Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong left,
On the lawn outside the villa, an inconspicuous blue silver grass quietly shrank back into the ground.
Inside the kitchen on the first floor of the villa.
Ah Yin, who had already entered this place, slowly opened her eyes and closed her Blue Silver Domain.
Her Blue Silver Domain has reached its ultimate form, encompassing all things.
Against those whose soul power is weaker than hers, she can use her domain as a medium, combined with her mental power, to silently probe all the information around her.
She had overheard the entire conversation between the three members of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Standing beside her, Hyotei, holding a freshly poured cup of hot tea, suddenly asked.
"how?"
Ah Yin came to her senses and said softly, "It's nothing serious. The sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School wants his daughter Ning Rongrong to be with Ah Jing."
"Oh."
Hyotei couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're more familiar with small mirrors, do you think that's possible?"
Ah Yin chuckled and shook her head, her tone resolute.
"Absolutely not, Ah Jing doesn't like a little princess like her."
"If Ning Rongrong really intends to launch an offensive against A Jing, she will definitely be heartbroken by A Jing."
"He doesn't like little princesses..." Hyotei murmured softly, then suddenly asked curiously, "Then what kind of princess does he like?"
Ah Yin thought about it carefully, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
"I remember he once said that he liked older, more mature, and sensible women."
"But he also said that the most important thing is that we can get along well, have open conversations, and be sincere with each other."
Ah Yin couldn't help but smile when she thought of the time a few years ago in the forest when Dongfang Jing was pressed by Bi Ji and the Three-Eyed Golden Lion about his preferences, and he looked so embarrassed and ashamed.
Hyotei was somewhat surprised to hear this.
"This kid, so he's that...siscon!"
She glanced subconsciously at the gentle and charming Ah Yin beside her, and suddenly felt...
Ah Yin... seems to fit the bill perfectly!
wrong!
Brigitte is a better fit!
Moreover, the master and apprentice were always exchanging glances!
Hiss... Wait!
Xue'er seems to be...
That won't do!
Xue'er is mine!
If that brat dares to have even the slightest thought about Xue'er, I'll swallow him whole!
...
Meanwhile, on their way to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Dongfang Jing, who was driving, glanced downwards for no apparent reason.
Why does it feel so chilly?
No, no, I'm driving, I need to concentrate!
In the passenger seat, Brigitte followed his gaze and looked down in confusion.
What's below?
In the back seat of the sports car, Dugu Bo looked around at the strangely shaped vehicle and the houses and streets rushing past the window, his eyes full of wonder.
Having lived to this age, he had no more desires.
But right now, he really wants a sports car!
Dugu Bo couldn't help but ask, "How did you manufacture this vehicle?"
Looking through the rearview mirror, Dongfang Jing saw the envious expression on Dugu Bo's face and smiled as he asked a question.
"You want one too, senior?"
"The price won't be low. It not only requires a large amount of rare metals, but also the personal forging of Lou Gao, one of the three great master craftsmen."
Dugu Bo nodded and tapped the hard car body lightly with his fingers.
Just from its texture and metallic sheen, he could tell that it must have cost a fortune.
Dugu Bo withdrew his hand and then asked, "Among the three great craftsmen, only Lou Gao is suitable? The south of Tiandou City, not far from Zixing Academy, is the territory of the Power Clan. That old gorilla there is also one of the three great craftsmen."
"The Power Clan? Isn't that a former affiliated sect of the Clear Sky Sect?"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Dongfang Jing's lips.
"Although I've broken free now, after being a dog for so long, the servile nature in my bones is hard to shake off."
Dugu Bo realized that the man's words were full of disgust for the Haotian Sect.
By the way, this kid was once chased and killed by Tang Hao.
No wonder...
Dugu Bo pondered to himself, "So what if the Haotian Sect is known as the number one sect in the world?"
I'm afraid I'm going to suffer a big setback at this kid's hands in the future...
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