My sign-in life in Douluo.

Chapter 31 Cooperation with Ning Fengzhi, the intentions of the Shrek 7 monsters

Chapter 31 Cooperation with Ning Fengzhi, the intentions of the Shrek Seven Devils

"Uncle Ning, I don't have any more tonic pills, but I still have something that might interest you." Jiang Siming said with a smile, and then took out the M4a 1.

"I don't know, what is this?" Ning Fengzhi asked puzzledly.

"This is a weapon with great destructive power. It can kill a level 40 Soul Master." Jiang Siming said, looking into Ning Fengzhi's eyes.

"Hmph, kid, be careful not to blow your own trumpet. This strange weapon of yours has no sharpness or murderous intent. How can you kill someone with it?" Bone Douluo said disdainfully.

"I wonder if I could ask this Titled Douluo senior to try this weapon." Jiang Siming asked.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Bone Douluo.

"Okay, today I want to see how good your weapon is." Bone Douluo slapped the table, stood up and stood in the distance, releasing a film of soul power around his body.

"Senior, please be careful." Jiang Siming pulled the trigger and fired a single shot.

"How do you feel, senior?" Jiang Siming said after taking another sip of tea.

Bone Douluo slowly walked back to his original seat and said in surprise, "Feng Zhi, this strange weapon is indeed very powerful. A level 40 Soul Sect member could be seriously injured if they are not careful. But to say that it can kill a level 40 Soul Sect member is a bit far-fetched. However, I didn't feel any soul power fluctuations at all, which is incredible."

"Si Ming, I wonder if you can sell this weapon exclusively to our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? The price will definitely satisfy you." Ning Fengzhi said sincerely.

"Uncle Ning, the real power of this weapon is not its damage, but its ability to fire continuously and quickly. Just now was only the power of a single shot." Jiang Siming raised his hand and fired three more shots in rapid succession.

“Instead, lock onto the target and aim quickly to shoot. I’m afraid even a level 50 Soul King will get hurt.” Jiang Siming said calmly.

"Since I have taken it out, my attitude has been made clear. I can give you this weapon for free. I believe that with the financial resources of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, we can produce it on a large scale." Jiang Siming said with pretended heroism.

"Si Ming, if you say so, how can your uncle feel at ease?" Although Ning Fengzhi said this, he was really happy in his heart.

"Boy, you are not attracted to my Rongrong, are you?" Bone Douluo said in a careless manner.

"Ahem, senior, you misunderstood." Jiang Siming said awkwardly.

"What? My Rongrong is not worthy of you?" Bone Douluo questioned again. Jiang Siming could only smile helplessly.

"In fact, this is where this weapon really comes in handy." Jiang Siming took out a bullet, loaded it and fired it in front of the two men.

"The production process of bullets is very busy, so..." Jiang Siming pretended to hesitate.

Ning Fengzhi smiled. His Seven Treasures Glazed Clan was a big family with great wealth, so money was not a problem. If it was really given away for free, he would be a little worried.

"Okay, okay, Siming, name your price." Ning Fengzhi said with great pride. Ning Fengzhi was very happy at this moment. After all, the inner sect disciples of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect were all auxiliary spirit masters. With this weapon, they would have the ability to protect themselves. Moreover, even people without spirit power could use this weapon. The combat effectiveness of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be greatly enhanced.

"For some reasons, I will inform Uncle Ning of the specific price later. But please rest assured, now that I have taken it out, I will not regret it." Jiang Siming said, looking straight at Ning Fengzhi.

In fact, it's not that Jiang Siming doesn't want to bid, but the manufacture of this bullet still needs to trouble Tang San. After all, there is no gunpowder in this world, so he can only rely on Tang San. Based on the cost, Jiang Siming doesn't dare to guess randomly. Douluo and reality are two different worlds after all.

"You are Rongrong's friend, uncle believes in you." Ning Fengzhi patted Jiang Siming's shoulder.

"I wonder if there is any marriage in Si Ming's family?" Ning Fengzhi asked meaningfully.

Jiang Siming complained in his heart, "Does this Douluo world encourage people to mature so early?"

"Sorry, Uncle Ning. I already have a girlfriend." Jiang Siming spread his hands helplessly.

"Haha, it's quite normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. Look at me, your uncle." Ning Fengzhi said, patting his chest.

Jiang Siming was so angry that he said, "How worried are you that your daughter won't be able to get married?"

"Well, uh. I'm a very loyal person." Jiang Siming didn't know what to say.

"What? Boy, what's wrong with our Rongrong? Why are you still unwilling?" Bone Douluo slammed the table again, and the poor table was about to fall apart.

"Okay, Uncle Gu. I was just joking, Si Ming, you don't mind, right?" Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

Jiang Siming was thinking, "Do you think I dare to mind now?"

"Of course not, Uncle Ning, you're joking," Jiang Siming twitched his lips.

"Then Si Ming, I'll leave first. There are still many matters to be dealt with in the sect." Ning Fengzhi stood up and said.

"Uncle Ning, please go ahead." Jiang Siming also stood up and bowed.

Ning Fengzhi was indeed a shrewd person. With just a few words, Jiang Siming's situation became extremely awkward. After all, Jiang Siming was calm even when facing life and death, but the love between men and women always made him confused.

Jiang Siming shook his head helplessly and left the teahouse. He put on a black robe and mask again and went to the Soto Fighting Arena again.

Three hours later. In the Suiyuxuan of the Soto City Restaurant.

"Cheers! Let's celebrate our victory in the first battle." Dai Mubai raised his glass and said. Everyone responded.

"Boss Dai, are my sausages awesome? Are they very effective?" Oscar said in a lewd tone.

Dai Mu rolled his eyes at Oscar and winked at the others. Everyone understood what he meant, except Zhu Zhuqing who was next to Jiang Siming, who hesitated a little.

Jiang Siming quietly watched everyone's eye contact and smiled slightly.

"Brother Siming, I toast to you. Thank you." Xiao Wu was actually the first to raise her glass.

Jiang Siming of course knew what Xiao Wu was referring to. He raised his glass and drank it all.

"Si Ming, I toast to you too. Thank you for the elixir. I won't say more, everything is in the wine. I'll drink it, you can do as you please." Dai Mubai raised the glass and drank it all.

Jiang Siming spread his hands helplessly, then drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, everyone toasted him one after another.

Half an hour later.

"Rongrong, I love you so much. I want to give birth to lots of babies for you." Oscar hugged a pillar and expressed his true feelings.

Tang San was holding a wine glass, his eyes were lifeless as he sat there staring at the drunk people, obviously drunk. The other people were all drunk on the table.

Jiang Siming looked at the people who were all staggering and couldn't help but feel amused. Then he looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was leaning on him with red cheeks, and he felt that she was very cute, but at the same time he looked helpless. The seven people had been planning for such a long time, but they didn't expect Jiang Siming's alcohol tolerance to be so abnormal.

Jiang Siming's physique degrades alcohol very quickly, so it is not easy to get Jiang Siming drunk.

(End of this chapter)