Feel the Pain! (Please Keep Reading!)

"Let's go hunt a Soul Ring!"

At dinner, Zhu Zhuqing said those words with firm resolve.

After Jiang Qianhai returned from fishing, she told him that her Soul Power was full.

But what Jiang Qianhai said next left her completely stunned.

He asked if she wanted a God-given Soul Ring for this one.

A God-given Soul Ring!

It wasn't that she didn't know what that was. Precisely because she did, she insisted that she absolutely would not use a God-given Soul Ring for her third ring.

If she truly wasted a God-given Soul Ring just for her third ring, her heart would ache to death.

Why?

A third Soul Ring was usually only a little over a thousand years old. Even though her body was far stronger than an ordinary Soul Grandmaster's from training while carrying the Mystic Heavy Ruler, even if she risked her body breaking down, the most she could withstand was a Soul Ring of around two thousand years.

Using a God-given Soul Ring that could at least serve as a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring in the future as an utterly ordinary two-thousand-year Soul Ring?

What kind of family did that?

How could anyone dare waste it like that?

When Jiang Qianhai suggested it, she punched him outright. No matter how many things their family had, he couldn't play around like that!

Spendthrift!

After being scolded by Zhu Zhuqing, Jiang Qianhai felt too aggrieved to take it lying down, so he pinned her down and kissed her fiercely until she was a little breathless, then finally let her go.

Zhu Zhuqing's tone immediately softened.

"I know you're doing it for my sake, but using a God-given Soul Ring at this point really isn't worth it."

"...All right. I'll listen to you."

Their eyes met, their restless hearts pounding wildly, and they shared another long kiss.

Then dinner continued.

"You only caught these in four days?"

After taking a sip of fish soup, Zhu Zhuqing said rather speechlessly.

Jiang Qianhai explained awkwardly, "The fish weren't biting."

There were three dishes and a basin of soup on the table. Among them, only one dish and the basin of fish soup were Jiang Qianhai's catch—and that was his entire catch.

That dish was even a high-end dish with gorgeous plating—dry-fried small fish.

To put it nicely, it left plenty of room on the plate for presentation. To put it bluntly, spread out, it barely covered the bottom of the plate; using a plate to serve it was already a bit of a waste.

Only the fish used for the soup was as big as two palms. Zhu Zhuqing didn't even know what to say about Jiang Qianhai. Four days of fishing, and he hadn't even caught enough for one meal.

If she hadn't bought vegetables in advance, whether they could eat their fill at dinner would have been a question.

Jiang Qianhai was helpless about it too. Before setting off, he had bathed and burned incense, and he had even found a treasured spot with excellent feng shui, but if the fish just wouldn't come, who could he blame?

He had realized something: the longer he fished, the harder fish were to catch.

This was fucking unscientific. It was mysticism!

It wasn't as if he hadn't tried the bait condensed by the first Soul Ring of his Bait Martial Soul. The effect was pretty good, but it was a little too good.

After using bait attached to a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, the moment it entered the water, the surrounding river instantly boiled over. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say there was more fish than water.

That way, he could indeed catch fish, but Jiang Qianhai inexplicably felt that it was an evil path. Besides, there were only ordinary fish here, so he really wasn't willing to do it.

Was what he wanted fish?

No! What he wanted was the process of fishing and the sense of achievement when a fish took the bait!

Otherwise, with his strength as a Three Star Battle Emperor, what kind of fish could he not get his hands on?

So that evil path had not the slightest sense of achievement. He refused!

If the target were something that could make his daily settlement more generous, he wouldn't mind doing it that way, but unfortunately, little fish couldn't.

It was like turning on creative mode in someone else's world. There truly wasn't the slightest fun in it.

So unless he was truly about to get an Empty Catch, he absolutely would not use that kind of evil path!

Bang!

"I'm back!"

The door was suddenly pushed open. Jiang Qianhai and Zhu Zhuqing had expected it and weren't surprised.

Ning Rongrong walked over with her hands behind her back.

"Yikes! Why is there so little fish?"

Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly covered her mouth. She couldn't laugh, or the food in her mouth would spray out.

Jiang Qianhai buried his head in his rice, not wanting to deal with this person poking at his sore spot.

Seeing Jiang Qianhai like this, Ning Rongrong instantly understood everything, but afraid that Jiang Qianhai would fly into a rage out of embarrassment, she didn't expose him.

Smiling, she reached out and picked up a small fish fried golden and crisp, then went off to the side and crunched away at it.

Why had Ning Rongrong come here at a time like this?

To mooch a bed, of course.

Ever since the Sword and Bone Title Douluo left, she had hugged her quilt and moved back in again.

"When are you leaving?"

After finishing the little fish in a few bites, Ning Rongrong lay on the bed, her face full of disappointment.

If Jiang Qianhai left, she would not have to go through so much trouble making him look away anymore.

"Don't forget, this is my turf!"

Jiang Qianhai could no longer keep silent. What kind of thing was that to say?

Ning Rongrong stuck out her little tongue and paid no mind to Jiang Qianhai's threat. It was not like this was the first time.

"Zhuqing and I are going out tomorrow. If you're staying here by yourself, don't make a mess of the house."

After dinner, Jiang Qianhai tugged the quilt, making Ning Rongrong roll off to one side, then sat down and said to her.

At that, Ning Rongrong sat straight up and confirmed with a face full of delight, "Really!"

After seeing Jiang Qianhai's expressionless face, Ning Rongrong hurriedly changed her expression and asked again, her face full of reluctance, "Really?"

"You already smiled."

"Oh, don't worry about so many details. Hurry up and give me the book after dinner."

Ning Rongrong waved her hand without the slightest concern, then stretched her little hand out in front of Jiang Qianhai.

The corner of Jiang Qianhai's mouth lifted slightly, and he directly took out Dragon Raja II and tossed it to her.

You're enjoying it now. Let's see if you can still smile later.

Ah~ just thinking about it was fun.

As for where the book came from? Just call it a little surprise.

At ten o'clock, Ning Rongrong reluctantly placed the book under her pillow, pushed Jiang Qianhai out, changed into her pajamas, and then it was bedtime.

Early the next morning.

Ning Rongrong was the first to wake. After wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, she directly ignored Jiang Qianhai's arm, which she had used as a pillow.

No particular reason. Today was a good day for her. Zhu Zhuqing was not here, and as an auxiliary-type Soul Master without a partner, she could simply cancel her spirit fights. There was also a copy of Dragon Raja under her pillow that she had barely read.

On top of that, tonight the whole bed would be hers.

The fact that she had not laughed out loud already showed great restraint.

Before long, Jiang Qianhai and Zhu Zhuqing woke one after another. Ning Rongrong, who was reading, skillfully stole glances at Jiang Qianhai's figure and silently swallowed.

Then Zhu Zhuqing blocked her view with the quilt.

Stingy!

After a rustling of fabric, their pajamas were changed for clothes. Jiang Qianhai left the house first, and a moment later, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong also came out.

By then, Jiang Qianhai had already prepared a simple breakfast.

"Remember, don't mess up the house!"

Before leaving, Jiang Qianhai reminded her again and again, and Ning Rongrong obediently nodded.

After giving her a suspicious look and failing to see anything off, Jiang Qianhai could only turn and wrap his arms around Zhu Zhuqing. Then misty wings spread from his back, stirring up a gust of wind as he soared into the air.

Ning Rongrong watched Jiang Qianhai's back until she could no longer see him, then immediately hummed a song and returned to the room. Her two shoes were casually kicked away, and with a plop, she threw herself onto the bed.

From the looks of it, she had not taken a single word Jiang Qianhai said to heart.

In the air, Zhu Zhuqing, who was in Jiang Qianhai's arms, suddenly raised her head.

"Qianhai, why don't we take this chance to go back and visit Uncle and Auntie?"