Douluo: Becoming the God of Nature from Farming Chapter 075

Leaving the blacksmith’s shop.

The sky was already stained with ink, and the glazed lanterns of the shops on both sides lit up one by one.

The hawkers’ cries, mixed with the sweet scent of roasted chestnuts and the cloying sweetness of rouge and powder, assailed him.

Xiao Ze returned to his villa and found that the lights were still on.

Could it be that a thief had broken in?

But Xiao Ze shook his head again; this was the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, so there couldn’t be any thieves.

Pushing open the main door, Xiao Ze’s steps faltered.

In the living room, under the light, Ning Rongrong lay sprawled on the coffee table, her ink-black hair cascading down like a waterfall, covering half of her small face, which showed signs of weariness.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting faint shadows with her long breaths, and a glistening trail of drool hung at the corner of her mouth, shimmering faintly in the light.

He wondered what she was dreaming about. Could it be that she dreamed of becoming a master chef?

Xiao Ze stepped into the living room, his footsteps extremely light, fearing he might wake Ning Rongrong.

He approached Ning Rongrong, and when he saw the glistening drool clearly, a smile spread from the corner of Xiao Ze’s eye, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.

He extended both hands, hovering them in mid-air for a kun-second before carefully scooping Ning Rongrong into his embrace, carrying her in a princess carry.

The fresh scent of magnolia flowers wafted from the girl’s hair, mixed with her warm breath, brushing against Xiao Ze’s neck, causing a tingling sensation.

However, the girl’s fingers trembled slightly, though Xiao Ze didn’t notice. He held his breath, carrying Ning Rongrong through the corridor.

Moonlight streamed through the window grilles, casting dappled shadows that looked like scattered silver on the ground.

In the Sea of Spirit.

The God of Agriculture watched Ning Rongrong’s small movements, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curving upwards.

“This is the era of youth.”

He wouldn’t expose Ning Rongrong’s little thoughts.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Ze hadn’t spent much time together, but their feelings were rapidly deepening.

Even Ning Rongrong’s “little devil” and “young miss” temper completely vanished in front of Xiao Ze.

She could even cook.

This was the best proof.

Ning Rongrong liked Xiao Ze, and it wasn’t just for the sake of the sect.

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Xiao Ze placed Ning Rongrong on the bed.