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

As long as the attributes were good enough.

But...

Ning Rongrong and the others didn't know that.

Damn.

This clearly wasn't the time to act tough.

And he definitely couldn't say that his Soul Rings could level up.

He could only decisively admit defeat.

He'd just make do with a two- or three-hundred-year Soul Ring.

"Sorry, I know I was wrong."

Luo Hao immediately admitted his mistake.

So quickly that...

Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong didn't even have time to react.

"Alright, alright, look at you."

"Go on, kid. I'm feeling generous."

"Tell me what you want, and I'll pick the most suitable Soul Ring for you."

Sword Douluo said to Luo Hao.

"Mm."

"My martial soul is Healing Type. Healing alone isn't enough."

"It'd be even better if, after healing someone, it could also boost other attributes."

"How about choosing a strength-type Soul Ring?"

"Hmph, in your dreams!"

Hearing Luo Hao's idea, Sword Douluo was so angry he laughed.

Did he think his martial soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Flower?

Healing people and then boosting their attributes—what the hell?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could rank as the continent's number-one Support Type martial soul just by boosting attributes.

And he not only wanted to heal, but also boost attributes?

Was he trying to turn the world upside down?

Sword Douluo didn't believe

there could be such an absurdly overpowered martial soul in the world.

"Hehe, I'm handsome, so what's wrong with having beautiful dreams?" Luo Hao said with a grin.

"You!"

Sword Douluo wanted to retort.

But when he saw Luo Hao's little face, which was even more handsome than his own, the words that were about to leave his mouth got stuck in his throat.

"Alright, alright~"

"Luo Hao, think it over carefully."

"Grandpa Jian will definitely help you~"

Ning Rongrong said helplessly.

"Alright, let's look around first."

"This time, we're mainly here for your Soul Ring, Rongrong. I'm not in any hurry~"

Luo Hao said with a smile.

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The group swaggered into Sunset Forest.

Many Soul Beasts saw them.

They all scattered.

After all, Sword Douluo's sharp aura was simply too powerful.

Even though he had done his utmost to conceal his presence...

That invisible pressure...

The Soul Beasts here were not like those dimwits in Soul Hunting Forest.

They were extremely sensitive to danger.

Naturally, they would not come out to die.

"Grandpa Jian, you should stop following me."

"Your killing intent is so heavy that you're scaring all the Soul Beasts away."

Ning Rongrong grumbled.

"Uh..."

Sword Douluo scratched his head awkwardly.

Originally, Bone Douluo had been the one meant to accompany Ning Rongrong today.

The two of them took turns protecting Ning Rongrong every day.

This chance to help Ning Rongrong obtain her first Soul Ring had also cost him a price to trade from that old bag of bones.

And now, he had to watch from far behind.

Sword Douluo was quite depressed about it.

"What the hell are you worried about, old man? We're just hunting a Soul Beast that's barely over a hundred years old. Stop getting in the way and hurry to the back."

Luo Hao promptly piled on as well.

"You brat!!"

"I—"

Sword Douluo wanted to say something.

But when he saw Ning Rongrong's resentful little gaze...

No matter how angry he was, it all vanished in an instant.

"Fine, fine. I'll watch from the back. But you must be careful," Sword Douluo said, still somewhat uneasy.

"Go on, go on. Stop being a nuisance!"

Luo Hao waved his hand.

"You!!"

Seeing Luo Hao's arrogant attitude, Sword Douluo was nearly unable to suppress his anger.

"Protect the young lady well. If the young lady suffers even the slightest mishap, I will not spare you!" Sword Douluo told the four men in black.

"We swear to protect the young lady with our lives!" the four guards said solemnly.

Of the four, one was a Spirit Emperor and three were Spirit Kings.

With a Sword Douluo added to the mix.

Such a formidable lineup had been assembled just for Ning Rongrong's first Soul Ring.

This showed just how high Ning Rongrong's status was within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

In the end, Sword Douluo still left.

He watched from several thousand meters behind them.

At the slightest disturbance here...

With his speed, he could arrive in an instant.

"Phew, Old Man Jian finally left."

"Now we can enjoy some time alone together."

Seeing Sword Douluo leave, Luo Hao grinned at Ning Rongrong.

"W-what do you mean, time alone together? What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Th-there are still people watching."

Ning Rongrong's face immediately flushed red.

Her little hand fiercely pinched the soft flesh at Luo Hao's waist.

"Hiss."

Luo Hao pretended to suck in a breath.

After all, his Nine Star Hegemony Body Art had reached LV5. His skin was tough and his flesh thick; it did not hurt at all.

Still, he had to put on an act.

"Hmph, serves you right for talking nonsense!" Ning Rongrong withdrew her hand, puffing out her cheeks angrily.

"Hmph! This guy is seriously too unreliable!" Ning Rongrong muttered inwardly.

But for some reason—

when she heard what Luo Hao had just said, not only was she not angry, she even felt a faint hint of delight.

Luo Hao glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

The four guards were all looking elsewhere, as though they had not noticed the two of them at all.

"Alright, Rongrong, let's go. Otherwise, we'll be too late for lunch," Luo Hao said with a smile.

"Oh, okay, okay."

Ning Rongrong was still troubled by the strange feelings in her heart.

When she snapped out of her daze, she still looked a little adorably vacant.