Douluo space fighting god

Feng Ce was a little surprised that the doorman of his restaurant was actually an extremely weak soul master.

He couldn't help but smile, his previous anger subdued a little.

"Okay, go and call your manager." Feng Ce put away his smile and spoke coldly, intending to ask the manager to cure his bad mouth.

"That's right, Feng Ce is your eldest young master. Don't be a bad dog and stand in the way of your master."

Ma Hongjun didn't call him senior brother at this time because he was afraid that the other party wouldn't know Feng Ce's origins.

"Boy, don't be ridiculous. I'm going to call the manager because of you kids, so I'm going to lose my job. You guys, get out of here and don't stand in the way, or I'm going to take action."

Wang Zhizhang shouted and waved the silver soul staff in his hand.

"It seems that you can't understand people's words."

Feng Ce was very disappointed with this employee of his restaurant and planned to use his soul power to let him cool off wherever he could.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a blue suit walked out of the door, with a Chinese character face, steady steps and extraordinary bearing.

He looked over and saw his young master, who he had grown up watching in this restaurant for ten years.

"Master," the middle-aged man shouted when he saw Feng Ce, and ran over with a smile on his face.

Wang Zhizhang was stunned for a moment, "Manager Zhou, who do you call young master?"

"This is our young master Fengce, Zhizhang, please meet the young master soon." Manager Zhou said sternly.

"He, he, he is the young master." Wang Zhizhang was confused, and no one told him.

"Otherwise, you won't have any conflicts, right?" Manager Zhou asked quickly when he saw something was wrong.

"Young Master, Young Master Feng Ce," Wang Zhizhang said in a solemn manner.

"Did you do something wrong? Please apologize to Master Feng Ce," Manager Zhou shouted sharply.

Wang Zhizhang fell to his knees with a plop. He didn't want to lose such a good job because of this.

"Master, I am blind and I offend you. Please forgive me this time."

"Slap your mouth where you are, wait until the young master comes out, or get out of here."

Manager Zhou said coldly, who knows what stupid thing he has done, just hit him.

"well."

Wang Zhizhang responded, then he knelt down, gritted his teeth, and slapped himself.

"Feng Ce, he just said that if you were the young master, he would eat the glass door," Ning Rongrong suddenly mentioned at this time.

"eat glass"

Wang Zhizhang immediately put away his hands, his face turned pale.

I immediately wanted to show off my ability to squirt five times a second and greet this talkative girl.

Feng Ce nodded, "Uncle Zhou, take off the glass door and let him eat it."

Manager Zhou was shocked. Is this young master serious? How can I eat this glass?

The next moment, Wang Zhizhang suddenly accelerated his hand speed, slapped himself several times, spoke at an alarming speed, and used his famous stunt: five sprays in one second.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong"

"Master, can you not eat glass? I can't do it."

Normally, this stunt would only be used when cursing, but at this time he could only use his last resort.

Everyone was a little shocked.

Feng Ce was a little surprised and asked, "You talk so fast, you should learn rap from Xu Kun, why are you working as a guard here?"

"I don't know who Xu Kun is, but I love this profession and I love the doorman." Wang Zhizhang hugged Feng Ce's ankle and said pitifully.

"No, you don't love."

Feng Ce shook him off. He didn't see the love for his career in his eyes, but instead saw a kind of desire.

"Ma Hongjun, take good care of him. I'll pay for the medical expenses." Feng Ce said coldly.

"Okay, what if I'm beaten to death?" Ma Hongjun was overjoyed. He was slapped by Feng Ce last time, but now he was worried that no one would vent his anger.

Ning Rongrong: "It's just right to kill him, and it will save Feng Ce money."

Wang Zhizhang was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Ma Hongjun in horror, wondering whether he should fight back.

Except for Ma Hongjun, the other three turned and left.

Feng Ce walked into the door first while talking with Manager Zhou.

Ning Rongrong looked back at the kneeling Wang Zhizhang and couldn't help but stick out her tongue: "You deserve it."

"Alas, you have brought trouble to yourself." Oscar sighed and walked in.

Ma Hongjun couldn't help but shake his head, "You can't offend anyone, you have to offend Feng Ce."

"I can't beat Feng Ce, and I can't beat you, a retard like you."

Ma Hongjun stamped his foot, his soul power exploded instantly, and two yellow soul rings rose up.

Wang Zhizhang couldn't help but exclaimed: "Damn it, it's a DJ!"

"What are you talking about? I think you really don't want to live anymore."

"Brother, I blurted it out, I didn't mean it."

Ma Hongjun didn't speak, but showed a wicked smile on his face, stretched his muscles and muscles, and approached Wang Zhizhang.

"No"

In the private room, of course, Manager Zhou greeted Feng Ce politely, and Feng Ce asked Ning Rongrong and the others to order almost ten dishes at will. Any more would be a waste.

Before the food was served, everyone was chatting casually.

"There was an accident just now, which surprised everyone." Feng Ce said with a faint smile.

"No, no, but Feng Ce, your family is really rich, you have such a big luxury restaurant." Oscar looked at the box with envy.

"It's okay. It's still far behind Ning Rongrong's family."

"Although not as rich as ours, your family is quite famous. I heard about your family from my father, who said that our ancestors were all business geniuses." Ning Rongrong said.

Facing Ning Rongrong's praise, Feng Ce accepted it humbly, "Eating is eating, we still have to exercise, but I am responsible for lunch, dinner, and tea."

Oscar's worries finally came to light, "You're right, if I can complete the task this way, I won't be scolded by the dean."

Ning Rongrong also compromised. After all, he was short-tongued and said, "Well, what if I get tired from running?"

"Take a rest and then run again. The mission is sixty kilometers, and we must be strict with ourselves." Feng Ce took a light sip of tea.

"Let's just run as hard as we can. If it doesn't work, I'll tell the dean."

"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded. She felt more relieved when Feng Ce said this.

"Especially you." Feng Ce looked at Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong pointed at herself: "I"

"Otherwise, you are the weakest among us, and you still want to be lazy. Give me a good workout and don't hold back our team. Do you understand?"

Feng Ce suddenly spoke to her sternly.

"Oh"

Ning Rongrong pouted her cute little mouth, and couldn't help complaining in her heart: "You still name me as a murderer, so just run away, why are you so cruel?"

But since you’re treating me to dinner, I won’t argue with you.

Ning Rongrong was able to comfort herself and returned to her lively appearance within a minute and a half.

"After dinner, there will be a thirty-minute break. I have this. You can bring some with you if you want."

Feng Ce touched the Fengshen Huanyue on his hand. This is a good thing.

"What is that of yours?" Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes shone as she looked at the ring on Feng Ce's hand.

"Wind God Huanyue is a soul guide that can hold some things."

Oscar marveled: "There is such an exquisite soul guide."

Ning Rongrong clapped her little hands and said happily: "Great, I can buy some beautiful clothes and go back."

"I forgot what I just said," Feng Ce said in a deep voice.

When Ning Rongrong saw Feng Ce's eyes, his aura suddenly weakened.

"We are here to train, to become stronger, not to become beautiful." Feng Ce's tone was very calm, "Besides, you are already very good-looking."

Ning Rongrong was initially a little disgusted by Feng Ce's previous words, but she actually worked very hard and practiced at night.

Although she usually looks like a demon king, she is actually very serious about cultivation.

But after hearing Feng Ce's last words, Ning Rongrong lost even the slightest trace of disgust.

Oscar couldn't help but admire Fengce's personality charm and the charm of his language.

Treat them to a meal and then train them. This is courtesy first and then attack.

Criticize Ning Rongrong, and then praise her naturally. This is to suppress first and then increase.

Oscar only has two big words in his heart at this moment: admire

unconsciously.

Feng Ce has become the leader of them. Although Oscar is a few years older, his mentality and behavior are not as good as Feng Ce who looks twelve years old.