Ning Rongrong's Tenderness, Dai Mubai's Hatred

Pulling Lu Yuan down to sit, Ning Rongrong's hand flashed with light, and a clean handkerchief appeared in it. Holding the handkerchief in her delicate hand, she gently wiped Lu Yuan's forehead.

"No need to wipe it, Rongrong. I didn't sweat at all." Lu Yuan grabbed Ning Rongrong's delicate hand and said softly.

He had only dealt with a few low-level nobodies like Dai Weisi. He had barely exerted any effort, and there had been no difficulty whatsoever.

If he had to name one challenge, it was trying to keep his strength under control. After all, with a force of 120,000 jin, if he threw a full-powered punch, he could directly blow apart a Soul Sage. Even a Soul Douluo who carelessly took such a punch could be seriously injured or even killed.

One strike was truly enough to smash the entire arena into pieces.

He had genuinely been afraid of using too much strength and killing Dai Weisi and the others. If he really killed someone, that would indeed be troublesome.

"Mm, then have some water." Hearing Lu Yuan's words, Ning Rongrong took out a bottle of water with her left hand and handed it to him.

It was a sky-blue water cup, quite delicate in appearance. Clearly, it was Ning Rongrong's own cup.

Ning Rongrong's preferences differed from Zhu Zhuqing's. Due to her Martial Soul, Ning Rongrong liked bright colors, while Zhu Zhuqing preferred darker shades.

Thus, Zhu Zhuqing's water cup was black, while Ning Rongrong's was blue.

As for Lu Yuan, although his Martial Soul was the Golden Dragon, gold was not actually his favorite color. He liked white and silver the most, with gold only coming after them. That was precisely why his clothes were basically all silver and white.

Of course, it definitely wasn't because