Ning Rongrong's Night Raid! How About Some Roulette?

Did Tang San hold a grudge against him?

Tang Lan decided

he had to "repay resentment with virtue" and guilt-trip him to death!

He immediately sent a mental message—

"Little Sanzi, the Blue Silver Domain is a kind of aura formed by comprehending Blue Silver Grass."

"Your Mental Power is the strongest among everyone here."

"You can try to comprehend it. You might gain something."

Tang San froze!

Then he realized that he had inadvertently let his thoughts slip.

His expression turned a little awkward.

"I understand, Brother."

After that, he silently closed off his mind and unilaterally severed the mental link.

—He had too many secrets and was afraid Tang Lan might glimpse them.

Tang Lan chuckled.

He withdrew the Blue Silver Domain and walked over to Ning Rongrong, holding out his hand.

Ning Rongrong's eyes darted around.

She directly stored the Python Revolver in her storage Soul Tool, then took out two large Gold Bricks and placed them in Tang Lan's hand.

"I'm buying those two Soul Tools!"

As a Support Soul Master with no offensive capability, she truly could not bear to hand over the Python Revolver.

But—

Tang Lan raised a brow. Was she trying to force a purchase?

He did not waste any more words. He pocketed the Gold Bricks and turned to leave.

Ning Rongrong still had the temperament of a little witch.

She was not easy to communicate with.

He would talk to her properly after Flender taught her a lesson.

Besides—

The Python Revolver's Bullets had all been used up. It was useless in her hands anyway.

Tang San, however, came over.

"Brother, where did that Soul Tool come from?"

Well, well!

He had secrets of his own and refused to share them.

Yet he was awfully eager to ask about other people's secrets.

"It's a little toy I modified based on the Sleeve Arrow," Tang Lan said casually. "If you're interested, I'll draw up the blueprint for you later."

The Python Revolver's structure was simple anyway.

As a Grandmaster of hidden weapons, Tang San would learn it after taking a few looks.

He might as well give it to him directly.

"Then thank you, Brother!" Tang San said with a smile.

He took a money pouch from his chest and handed it to Tang Lan.

"Brother, there are 300 Gold Soul Coins in here."

Tang Lan accepted it with one hand, feigning confusion.

"Weren't you going to buy some ore? What happened?"

Tang San's face darkened.

"The shop owner said the ore was stolen last night—"

"How could there be such a coincidence?"

"I think he must have found someone else to appraise it, and that person offered a higher price!"

Oh ho!

Could Tang San have told Flender that directly?

Flender had already been forced into a sale, and now he had been falsely accused as well.

Could a dignified Seven-Ring Soul Sage swallow that kind of anger?

No wonder things had turned sour.

At this moment, Dai Mubai stepped forward and said—

"Everyone, follow me. The dormitories are behind us. Get some rest first."

"The entrance assessment is still ongoing. Classes won't begin until tomorrow."

No one objected.

Because Tang Lan was there, although everyone was exhausted this time, they had suffered virtually no injuries and could walk on their own.

When they arrived, Dai Mubai added—

"The male and female dormitories are separate."

"Two people to a room."

"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, Rongrong—you three."

Without hesitation, Xiao Wu pulled Zhu Zhuqing along.

—She had no desire to share a dorm room with Ning Rongrong.

As it happened, Zhu Zhuqing also wanted to learn more about Tang Lan, so she readily agreed.

"Brother, we're heading off first~"

Xiao Wu waved to Tang Lan and headed toward the dormitories.

"Hmph!"

Ning Rongrong raised her chin and left by herself.

Dai Mubai could not help shaking his head.

"This Ning Rongrong has far too much of a Princess temper. I wonder if Dean Flender can keep her in line."

Tang Lan and Tang San both remained silent.

"You two are staying together as well?" Dai Mubai asked. "There are only two rooms in the boys' dormitory too. Xiao Ao and Fatty each occupy one, while I live outside the academy."

Tang Lan and Tang San exchanged a glance.

"Brother, how about making two more rooms?" Tang San suggested tentatively. "There's still empty space here."

Tang Lan nodded.

He walked to the space between the male and female dormitories and brought his hands together—

"Blue Silver Domain Bedrooms, One Living Room!"

Blue Silver Grass rapidly grew, weaving under Tang Lan's control into two grass huts.

Dai Mubai stared in stunned disbelief!

A domain could be used like that?

"Mubai, I'll go rest first."

Tang Lan called out to him.

He chose the room on the left, right beside Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing's dormitory.

Tang San was not familiar with Dai Mubai. He nodded and entered the other room.

Dai Mubai rubbed his face.

He glanced at the dormitory where Zhu Zhuqing was staying, then turned and headed toward the academy gates.

Teacher Zhao had gone off to "recover from his injuries." Hopefully, he would not encounter a Monster like Tang Lan again anytime soon.

Once the assessment was over, he also planned to pack up and move back into the academy.

The reason, of course, was Zhu Zhuqing.

Only, perhaps it was just an illusion, but Zhu Zhuqing seemed more interested in Tang Lan?

That day, no new members enrolled.

However, there was a bit of commotion outside that night.

Tang Lan kept his Blue Silver Domain active at all times. Through the perspective of the Blue Silver Grass, he watched Tang Hao beat Zhao Wuji senseless with his bare hands.

Interestingly, perhaps because Flender had "set up" Tang San, he too, despite supposedly only watching the show, got dragged into it and beaten up as well.

It was truly miserable.

Tang Hao's words, "If you hit the little one, the old one will naturally come out," left Tang Lan deeply gratified.

Having someone to back you up felt really good!

He did not go looking for Tang Hao and simply buried his head in sleep.

After all, Tang Hao had already taught him everything he could.

What was there to find him for?

Reminisce about the past?

They were grown men. There was no need to be so sentimental.

However—

Tang Hao clearly did not see it that way.

The door silently opened, and Tang Hao drifted into the room.

Tang Lan showed no reaction.

As though he were fast asleep.

Tang Hao watched him for a while before drifting away again.

He casually shut the door behind him.

Yet less than half a minute later—

"Creak—"

The door was carefully pushed open, and a figure sneaked inside.

Her gaze swept around before locking onto Tang Lan.

She stuck a lit incense stick by the head of the bed.

Then, completely brazenly, she reached to take off Tang Lan's—

Blue King.

Then Tang Lan opened his eyes.

Ning Rongrong: Σ(っQДQ;)っ

Startled, she took a step back and glanced again at the burning incense.

"You weren't knocked out by the Soul-Bewitching Incense?" Ning Rongrong asked in surprise. "Even a Soul Douluo would fall asleep peacefully after smelling that. You..."

"Sorry, I'm immune to poison." Tang Lan said calmly. "Sneaking over here in the middle of the night—if you're not after my body, then you're after my money?"

Ning Rongrong's face reddened at his words.

"Pah!" Ning Rongrong spat. "That Soul Tool you sold me doesn't work anymore. There's some sort of device for replenishing its energy, isn't there?"

Tang Lan was speechless.

That was it?

"First, you forced that Soul Tool off me. I never intended to sell it."

"Second, even if you wanted bullets, you could have asked me during the day. What kind of stunt is sneaking over here to steal them in the middle of the night?"

"And finally..."

Tang Lan crooked a finger.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut, and Blue Silver Grass spread everywhere.

The room was completely sealed off.

Ning Rongrong's heart clenched!

Then she looked at Tang Lan, who wore a perfect smile.

"Since you're here, don't think about leaving tonight. Stay and play with me!"

Ning Rongrong: ヾ(﹏)

In a panic, she pulled out the Python Revolver and aimed it at Tang Lan.

"Don't come any closer!"

"I'm the heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"If you dare force yourself on me, my father won't let you off!"

"My Bone Grandfather and Sword Grandfather are both Titled Douluo!"

"They'll definitely kill you!"

Ning Rongrong unleashed a barrage of threats.

Only to find Tang Lan sitting on the bed, smiling at her.

As if he were watching a joke.

With a raise of his hand, two strands of Blue Silver Grass wrapped around the Python Revolver, tugged it away, and delivered it before Tang Lan.

Tang Lan took out a Bullet and loaded it into the cylinder.

With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the cylinder shut, then rubbed it to spin it rapidly.

He raised the Python Revolver at Ning Rongrong, revealing a devilish smile.

"Little Princess Ning, care to try some roulette?"