Teach Ning Rongrong a Lesson! There Are Rewards for This Too?

"Of the six bullet chambers, only one held a bullet."

"You saw the power of the Python Revolver earlier today."

"Take a guess."

"If you got lucky, would you die?"

Beneath the pitch-black muzzle, Ning Rongrong's body went rigid, her mind completely blank!

Fine beads of cold sweat formed on her fair skin.

She watched helplessly as Tang Lan pulled the trigger.

"Click—"

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled!

Once she confirmed there was no hole in her body, she collapsed limply to the ground.

She gasped violently as if suffocating, staring at Tang Lan in terror.

—He really dared to kill her!

At that moment, the status of Successor of the Upper Three Sects, the Titled Douluo grandfather—

all of it was meaningless!

If she were killed now, what would it matter even if Tang Lan was later avenged against?

Between life and death lay great terror—and great enlightenment.

Ning Rongrong understood.

Unfortunately, Tang Lan had no intention of letting her off.

He raised the muzzle again and pulled the trigger repeatedly—

"Click—"

"Click—"

"Click—"

"Click—"

Four empty clicks.

Ning Rongrong trembled along with each one.

"Wow!" Tang Lan said exaggeratedly. "Five empty chambers in a row. Your luck is really good."

He aimed the muzzle at Ning Rongrong and grinned.

"Then the sixth shot will be live ammunition!"

"Do you have any last words?"

Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank to pinpoints as tears of terror streamed down her face.

"I-I was wrong!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I won't offend you again!"

"I..."

"I can buy my life!"

She poured a pile of large gold bricks out of her Storage Soul Tool.

Tang Lan accepted them without ceremony, storing them all in Blue King—as payment for her lesson.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong let out a sigh of relief.

She thought she had escaped disaster—

until she saw Tang Lan raise the muzzle again and aim it at her.

She was dumbfounded!

Her eyes filled with disbelief!

"Didn't you take my money? You—"

"Bang!"

Ning Rongrong shrank her neck, her pupils contracting into pinpoints!

Clutching her agonizing chest, she fell onto the floor.

Everything from her past flashed through her mind like a lantern carousel.

Bullying fellow disciples, Playing pranks on classmates, Making teachers lose face, It turned out that, From an outsider's perspective, she had truly been willful and unruly for the past twelve years!

She finally came to her senses.

If she had the chance, she would definitely change.

Unfortunately, There was no chance left.

She slowly closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, Her eyes suddenly snapped open again, and she sat up suspiciously.

She looked down and checked herself.

Her clothes were not even torn; there was only a bullet head.

"Oh my." Tang Lan said dramatically, "Looks like I only loaded a primer. It doesn't have much power."

Although Ning Rongrong did not understand, she still realized—it had all been a trick!

She was furious!

Her eyes widened as she was about to lose her temper.

But then she recalled the scenes that had just flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

And fell silent again.

The people he had pranked must have been as angry as she was now, right?

Lose her temper?

What if Tang Lan decided to do it for real afterward?

The host has made Ning Rongrong realize her own mistakes, increased the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's luck, replaced Tang San as Ning Fengzhi's honored guest, and seized a small amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Short-Barreled Weapons: Submachine Gun Proficiency"!

Type 54 Submachine Gun, MP5 Submachine Gun, P90 Submachine Gun, Uzi Submachine Gun.

The knowledge of models, structures, accessories, and the like made Tang Lan's thoughts stall.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong was also "reflecting," so the two simply stared at each other, their minds wandering elsewhere.

More than ten seconds later.

Ning Rongrong stood up and gave Tang Lan a deep look.

Then she turned and left.

Tang Lan came back to himself and parted the Blue Silver Grass to let her leave.

Worthy of being the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Even teaching her a lesson had "given" him such a generous reward.

With a wave of his hand, he shut the door.

Tang Lan yawned and prepared to continue sleeping.

But only a few minutes had passed.

"Creak—"

The door opened again.

Tang Lan laughed as well.

Was his dormitory some kind of inn? Why were people coming and going in the middle of the night?

Turning around, Tang Lan met Xiao Wu's pink eyes and shifted over to make room for her.

Xiao Wu gave a hehe laugh and obediently lay down beside Tang Lan.

She took his hand, feeling the scorching Inner Force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Comfortably, she narrowed her eyes.

"It really feels strange without Brother around," Xiao Wu said with a grin.

As for the anger she had felt?

She had already gotten over it herself.

"You..." Tang Lan said fondly. "I help you cultivate every day, and you're not afraid I'll fall behind in level?"

Xiao Wu curled her lips, her tone a little sour.

"Your Nine Yang Divine Skill runs automatically. Do you even need to cultivate?"

So envious!

They were clearly cultivating the same technique, so why was the gap so huge?

Her talent still couldn't compare to Brother's.

Early the next morning.

Xiao Wu sneaked back, since her toiletries were still in the dormitory.

A few minutes later, Tang Lan and Xiao Wu met up again and headed to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Shao Xin, the chef in charge of the cooking, spotted them and greeted them with a cheerful smile.

"You're here so early?"

"Enrollment was postponed until this afternoon. Didn't you know?"

Xiao Wu looked utterly confused.

Tang Lan desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth.

It seemed Flender had also gotten beaten up badly last night.

"Aren't you here even earlier, Teacher Shao?" Tang Lan replied.

"Yes, Teacher Shao. You've worked hard," Xiao Wu echoed.

He was a Level 71 Food-Type Seven-Ring Soul Sage, and the serving ladle was in his hands.

There was no harm in sweetening him up a little.

Shao Xin laughed heartily, becoming even more pleased with the two of them.

They were capable, talented, polite, and good-looking.

What teacher wouldn't love students like that?

He immediately piled an entire tray full of meat dishes.

"That's enough, that's enough! We won't be able to finish it, and it'd be a waste!" Tang Lan hurriedly said. "Give us some vegetables instead. Xiao Wu likes them."

Hearing that, Shao Xin took out a new tray and filled it to the brim with vegetables as well.

"Little girls are still growing. Even vegetables should be eaten in larger portions."

What could Xiao Wu do?

After that meal, both of them ended up with bellies like they were six months pregnant.

After bidding Shao Xin farewell, since there were no classes today, the two of them wandered aimlessly around the school.

They casually chatted about their insights into cultivation.

Tang Lan was not a stingy person.

Over the past few years, aside from the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which was unsuitable for Xiao Wu, so he had only taught her the first two layers, he had taught her the Undying Imprint Technique, Dragon Grasping Hand, and Lingbo Microstep without holding anything back.

—Xiao Wu was so love-struck that she could even sacrifice herself for her beloved. No matter how well he treated her, it would never be too much.

Unlike Tang San, who kept everything hidden.

Right until the final ending, he never taught Xiao Wu any of his martial arts, instead passing them on to a Disciple with little talent.

What was that about?

Did he not even trust his own wife?

Or was he afraid of being surpassed?

As they chatted, the two of them unknowingly wandered out of the Shrek campus and into a nearby village.

"Let go of me!"

"I won't go with you!"

"No!"

A burst of pleading interrupted the two men's discussion.

They looked toward the sound.

There, a chubby little boy was tugging on a village girl, refusing to let her leave.

And he was spouting downright lewd words.

"Cuihua, you can leave if you want, but can we do it one more time before you go?"

"I promise, just once this time!"

Good grief!

Was that something any decent person could say out loud?

Cuihua's expression changed drastically when she heard that!

She struggled even harder!

"No! I don't want to!"

"I really can't take it anymore!"

"Please, let me go!"

Oh?

Tang Lan recognized the chubby boy as Ma Hongjun.

Who would've thought that a casual stroll would let him run into Ma Hongjun breaking up with the village beauty?

And asking for breakup sex?

Was his evil fire flaring up so badly that he couldn't hold it in?