Douluo: As a Healer, Carrying a Sniper Rifle Is Perfectly Reasonable

The group carried a giant bear in grand procession as they headed into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Some disciples who had risen early to train

stopped and looked outside.

At the very back of the procession, a little girl was holding the hand of a raggedly dressed, dirt-faced little boy as they walked in, chatting and laughing.

"Wow!!"

The entire place erupted in an uproar!

Everyone cried out in shock.

Each of them instinctively rubbed their eyes, unable to believe what they were seeing.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's one and only little princess

was actually holding hands with an unfamiliar boy!!

"Th-This, I'm not seeing things, am I?!"

"Is that our little princess Rongrong?"

"Who's that brat?! How dare he—how dare he hold little princess Rongrong's hand?! Th-This..."

"Whoever that brat is, I want to see what he's capable of to dare hold our little princess Rongrong's hand!!!"

At that moment, every disciple in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect who saw this scene was stunned.

Every male disciple clenched his fists tightly, staring daggers at Luo Hao as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.

"By the way, um, Rongrong, where are we going?"

While they were on the road, Luo Hao had chatted with Ning Rongrong a little.

They could be considered somewhat familiar now.

However, Old Man Jian had been staring at him from behind the entire time, making him afraid to say anything unnecessary or make any unnecessary movements.

He had been like a puppet the whole way, letting Ning Rongrong lead him by the hand.

"Hehe, of course we're going to eat~"

Ning Rongrong giggled.

Then she pulled Luo Hao into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Along the way, Luo Hao saw countless disciples gathered nearby to watch.

Every one of them glared furiously at him, radiating hostility.

But Ning Rongrong was beside Luo Hao, Sword Douluo was behind him, and there was also a large group of guards.

No one dared act recklessly.

Naturally, Luo Hao paid no attention to those people's stares.

He only wanted to build a good relationship with Ning Rongrong.

He wanted to properly enjoy this character-raising game.

After all, he was actually already in his early twenties.

For someone his age to show off in front of a bunch of little brats whose hair had barely grown in, Luo Hao felt that would be far too beneath him.

Just then, three options appeared before him once more.

Option One: Challenge everyone your age on the spot and beat them all to a pulp; reward: critical hit rate +50%.

Option Two: Say nothing and be a coward; reward: Permanent BUFF—10% damage reduction against all types of damage.

Option Three: Brave host, unafraid of courting death, sacrifice yourself for love, and take the initiative to link arms with Ning Rongrong; reward: critical hit multiplier +10.

Luo Hao looked at the three options.

He couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

"Good lord, you damn system, y-you-you-you're forcing me!"

Luo Hao trembled slightly.

Honestly.

All three options were far too tempting.

Especially the last one.

Tenfold critical damage.

Added to the original 2x.

With one punch.

If it critted, it would be twelve times the power.

Even though his current critical hit rate was only 30%.

It was still utterly terrifying.

"Gulp~"

Luo Hao swallowed.

He looked at Ning Rongrong beside him, who was holding his hand with a sweet smile.

Then he glanced at the white-haired old man behind them, stiff and old-fashioned.

Luo Hao's hand twitched.

All it would take was one move.

To take Ning Rongrong's little hand in his.

And he could obtain tenfold critical damage.

But.

It was also possible.

That his head would hit the ground.

"Luo Hao? What's wrong with you?"

Ning Rongrong noticed something was off with Luo Hao.

She turned her head and asked.

"Ah, n-nothing."

"It's just that I'm not used to so many people staring at me, hahaha."

Luo Hao pulled his hand free from Ning Rongrong's grasp.

He scratched his head.

And gave a foolish grin.

"Hmph, ignore them. They're all trash. Not one of them can fight." Ning Rongrong curled her lips.

"Uh..."

Luo Hao was speechless.

You're the little ancestor of the sect.

Who the hell would dare fight you?

"Forget it, ignore them~"

"You must be starving. I'll take you to Uncle Liu's place. The roast suckling pig he makes is delicious~"

Ning Rongrong smiled.

She took Luo Hao's hand again.

And led him in a certain direction.

Ding~ Based on the host's actions, it has been determined that the host has chosen Option Two.

Ding~ Congratulations, host, for obtaining the permanent BUFF—10% damage reduction against all types of damage.

Luo Hao:

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The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was enormous.

It was like a small city within.

There were arenas, snack streets, shopping districts, and everything else one could need.

The guards behind them had already left.

Sword Douluo did not follow them again.

It was unclear whether he had hidden himself.

Or if he had truly left.

Ning Rongrong led Luo Hao to a small shop called "Old Liu's Roasted Pig."

The moment they entered.

An enticing aroma of roasted meat rushed over them.

"Uncle Liu~ Uncle Liu~ I'm here again~"

Ning Rongrong skipped into the shop, calling out with a smile.

Luo Hao had not expected it.

Ning Rongrong had actually brought him here to eat roasted suckling pig.

No wonder Ning Rongrong was a little chubby at this age.

She had most likely eaten too much roasted suckling pig.

"Oh my, Rongrong's here~"

A middle-aged man of around forty emerged from the back.