Douluo: As a Healer, It's Perfectly Reasonable to Carry a Sniper Rifle

She glanced at Luo Hao's slightly chubby little face again.

Then she suddenly realized...

Luo Hao seemed even more charming now.

"Pah, pah, pah! What am I even thinking?"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly shook her head.

"By the way, Rongrong, you still haven't told me—why are you bringing him along?"

Just as they were about to set off, Sword Douluo suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, Luo Hao is my personal chef. Of course I'm taking him with me~" Ning Rongrong replied.

Sword Douluo was somewhat helpless.

"Oh, and Luo Hao's Soul Power Level has reached Level 10," Ning Rongrong suddenly added.

"Oh, Level 10? Then he can come along—"

"What?!"

"He's reached Level 10?!"

Sword Douluo stopped halfway through his sentence.

He suddenly realized something.

"Yeah, old man. I trained a little hard for the time it takes to burn an incense stick yesterday, and I reached Level 10."

"A Titled Douluo is only in the nineties, anyway."

"If I put in a little effort, then in a few years, if you don't run when you see me, I'll say you've got guts!"

Luo Hao snorted coldly.

"Kid, you're really Level 10?!"

Sword Douluo abruptly grabbed Luo Hao's hand.

Powerful soul power directly seeped into Luo Hao's body.

Luo Hao suddenly shivered.

It felt as though this old bastard had peeped through every inch of his body.

A few seconds later, Sword Douluo released Luo Hao's hand.

His expression was blank with shock.

He simply could not believe it.

Having lived for so many years, his worldview had been overturned once again.

That little brat who had possessed only Level 1 soul power yesterday

had reached Level 10

in just one night!

Was this really innate Level 1 soul power?!

Even someone with innate Level 10 soul power couldn't cultivate this quickly!!

No, wait.

Someone with innate Level 10 soul power awakened at Level 10.

It seemed they didn't even need to cultivate.

"Kid, is this really the result of one night of cultivation?"

Sword Douluo looked at Luo Hao solemnly.

"Hmph. Believe it or not."

"Geniuses like me are always envied."

Luo Hao snorted.

He couldn't be bothered with the old man.

"You—"

Sword Douluo was immediately choked up, nearly unable to catch his breath.

"Alright, alright, Grandpa Jian, don't make things difficult for Luo Hao. That's his secret, after all~"

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and giggled.

Though she was extremely curious as well.

But since Luo Hao did not want to talk about it.

She naturally would not pry any further.

A few minutes later.

Luo Hao was led by a guard from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

They soared through the skies and across the land.

The feeling was simply incredible.

And that speed was truly unbelievable.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, was flown along by Sword Douluo.

Since Sword Douluo possessed abundant Soul Power.

A Soul Power barrier surrounded him, warding off the rushing wind and protecting Ning Rongrong flawlessly.

But the guard carrying Luo Hao through the air.

Was only a Soul Emperor.

And in order to keep up with Sword Douluo's speed.

The guard had nearly exhausted all his strength just traveling.

The Soul Power barrier leaked like crazy.

The fierce wind resistance blew Luo Hao's lips up and down, making them flap with a "bubu" sound.

Fortunately, Luo Hao's physique was strong.

So he did not feel much discomfort.

Originally, Ning Rongrong's first Soul Ring could have been settled in a single day.

But it had not been easy for Ning Rongrong to get out for a trip.

Naturally, she wanted to have her fill of fun.

She forcibly dragged Luo Hao and Sword Douluo around Heaven Dou City for an entire day.

Only then did they find a hotel to rest in.

Early the next morning.

Ning Rongrong knocked on Luo Hao's door.

This time, Ning Rongrong did not push the door open and barge in.

Instead, she waited until Luo Hao came to open it.

Then kicked the door wide open!

"You big lazy pig, why are you so slow every day?"

Ning Rongrong planted her little hands on her hips and huffed angrily.

"Hehe, I train too hard, so naturally I need a good rest~"

Luo Hao chuckled and spouted nonsense without batting an eye.

"Ah? Is that really true?" Ning Rongrong looked deeply suspicious.

"Hahaha~"

"Of course it is. I wouldn't lie to you~"

Luo Hao yawned, hurriedly changed the subject, and urged, "Let's go. Sunset Forest is still a long way from here, and the journey will take quite a while."

As Luo Hao spoke.

He grabbed Ning Rongrong's little hand and headed outside.

"Ah, Luo Hao, you—"

Ning Rongrong was caught off guard when he took her hand.

Her pretty face flushed slightly.

She gently twisted her hand, trying to pull free from Luo Hao's grasp.

Only to find that his large hand was like a pair of pincers, firmly holding her hand in place. She could not break free.

Ning Rongrong looked up.

She saw Luo Hao walking ahead without even turning his head.

She immediately grew annoyed.

"Hmph! This guy!"

Ning Rongrong snorted coldly in her heart.

Blushing, she let Luo Hao lead her out of the hotel.

By the time Luo Hao came out.

Sword Douluo, waiting outside the hotel, had already grown a little impatient.

He was just about to complain.

When he suddenly saw that Luo Hao actually dared to take Ning Rongrong's hand on his own initiative.

In an instant.

A dangerous gleam flashed in Sword Douluo's eyes.

Chapter 16: In Your Dreams

Luo Hao held Ning Rongrong's hand.

His heart was brimming with delight.

But as soon as he walked out of the hotel.

He suddenly felt a chill down his back.

When he looked up.

He met Sword Douluo's eyes, which looked as though they were about to spit fire.