Indoors of the owner.
Ning Rongrong’s face was tense and her pink fists were clenched.
She looked at the chaotic auction house below through the special spar window, especially the black-robed figure surrounded by powerful men, and her silver teeth almost broke.
"This bastard!"
Ning Rongrong's voice was filled with anger.
"It was him who caused our Qibao Glazed Sect to lose so many gold soul coins last time!"
"He came to cause trouble again this time, and in front of so many people. He simply crushed our Qibao Glazed Sect's face to the ground!"
She became more and more angry as she spoke, and her chest heaved violently.
"Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone are both here, and dad also took action himself."
"I must beat him to pieces this time and let him know that our Qibao Glazed Sect is not easy to bully!"
Ning Liu stood beside her, looking down as well, but his expression was completely different from Ning Rongrong's excitement.
He shook his head slightly and sighed quietly.
"Well, speaking of it, he is also a pitiful man."
Ning Rongrong turned his head suddenly when he heard this, and stared at Ning Liu with his beautiful almond-shaped eyes, full of confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction.
Ning Liu's lips curved into a complicated arc. After reading the novel "Douluo Dalu", he knew the identity and background of the man in black robe below, as well as the purpose of the previous robbery and this robbery better than anyone present.
Eau of life, Qiluo Tulip.
To others, these things may be just rare treasures of heaven and earth, but to Tang Hao, they are the only hope for resurrecting his beloved.
That A Yin sacrificed for love and turned into blue silver grass to grow again.
Ning Rongrong saw Ning Liu speechless, just looking at the field with eyes that she couldn't quite understand, and the doubts in her heart became more intense.
"Senior brother, do you know something?"
Ning Liu turned his head and met Ning Rongrong's inquiring eyes.
He smiled slightly, then stretched out his hand and naturally pulled Ning Rongrong's slender wrist.
Ning Rongrong was caught off guard and was gently carried by him, falling into a warm and strong embrace and sitting on his lap.
Although there were only two of them, brother and sister, such an intimate gesture still made her heart pound and her breathing became a little short.
She struggled slightly, but was gently embraced by Ning Liu's strong arms.
"Senior Brother, you...what are you going to do?"
Ning Rongrong's voice was as thin as a gnat, her head was lowered, and she did not dare to look at Ning Liu.
Ning Liu lowered his head and looked at the shy look of the girl in his arms, and the smile on his handsome face grew wider.
He leaned close to Ning Rongrong's ear, and his warm breath brushed against her sensitive ear, making her body tremble slightly.
"Rongrong, that man on the scene, you only know that he is the world-famous Haotian Douluo, but you don't know the story behind him."
"Senior brother, can I tell you about it?"
When Ning Rongrong saw this, he softly said "Hmm", stopped struggling, and snuggled quietly in Ning Liu's arms.
Hence, Ning Liu recounted the earth-shattering love between Tang Hao and Ah Yin, Ah Yin's sacrifice for Tang Hao, Tang Hao's willingness to become an enemy of the entire Wuhun Hall in order to resurrect his beloved, break away from the sect, and remain anonymous, as well as his purpose of seizing items at the auction at all costs.
In the room, for a while, there was only Ning Liu's low voice.
Ning Rongrong was a little disapproving at first, but as she listened, her expression gradually changed.
From initial surprise, to disbelief, to eyes gradually getting wet.
When Ning Liu talked about Ah Yin's sacrifice, Tang Hao was holding Tang San, who was still a baby, and was being chased by the Wuhun Palace with nowhere to go, Ning Rongrong's tears finally couldn't help but fall.
She sniffed, her voice having a thick nasal sound.
"Senior brother..."
"This Tang Hao... he... he is so pitiful."
The previous anger and resentment towards Tang Hao have long since dissipated, replaced by deep sympathy and a hint of inexplicable admiration.
“However, he is really an upright hero!”
Ning Rongrong raised her little hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her tone full of emotion.
"In order to save his partner, he would rather risk his life and bear the world's infamy to come and snatch her from us."
"What girl doesn't want her partner to do this for herself?"
She said with a hint of desperation in her tone, as well as a trace of yearning for that kind of desperate love.
After a moment of silence, Ning Rongrong raised his head hesitantly and looked at Ning Liu.
"Senior brother, since...since he is trying to save his wife, and after we have been to the Ice and Fire Eye, there are still hundreds of thousands of spiritual herbs..."
Make the big matter a small matter, make it a small matter, let us let him go this time? "
Ning Liu listened to Ning Rongrong's pleading words, and shook his head slightly.
He reached out and gently wiped away the remaining tears on Ning Rongrong's cheeks.
"Rong Rong, logically speaking, senior brother also thinks that he is excusable, and even admires his persistence."
"But, he did this thing too ugly."
Ning Liu's eyes became sharp again.
"They will say that the Qibao Glazed Tile Sect is afraid of Haotian Douluo and the Haotian Sect's remaining power."
"They will say that the Qibao Auction House is nothing more than that, and cannot even protect its own items."
Ning Rongrong listened to Ning Liu's analysis, and the expression on her face gradually became serious. She naturally understood that what her senior brother said was the truth.
Ning Liu paused, his voice steady and powerful.
"Senior brother, I want to build this Qibao Auction House into a brand new super force in the Douluo Continent, even surpassing the previous three sects."
"The rise of a power must require stepping stones and establishment of prestige."
"This Haotian Douluo who comes to your door is just right!"
A cold light flashed in Ning Liu's eyes, but a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.