No Matter Life, Death, Good, or Evil, All Are Dear Friends and Familiar Faces to Me

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, only Ning Rongrong had been raised in a honey pot before being moved into an even bigger one.

The others might have had ninety percent of their edge worn away by twenty years of pleasure in the God Realm, but whether it was Xiao Wu, who came from Soul Beast stock, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been hunted since childhood, or Dai Mubai, who had roamed the mortal world, none of them could have been so easily bluffed by Chen Ping.

"Now, let's begin the first part. After tormenting me for so long, whipping me over a hundred times right off the bat, and even planning to kill me outright, have you figured out how you're going to compensate me?"

Chen Ping spoke unhurriedly. As he looked at the unsettled Ning Rongrong, his face was full of sincerity.

Ning Rongrong shuddered instinctively, but when she heard that Chen Ping was only discussing compensation, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School was Richest Under Heaven. What compensation could she not afford?

As Ning Rongrong thought this, she suddenly seemed to realize something. It was as though her head had been struck by a heavy hammer; in an instant, she went blank, her gaze unfocused.

Her father had already been dead for more than twenty years. In the first month after she ascended to the God Realm, he might already have been resting inside that tiny box.

Could she really still count as a member of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School? How many people in the present-day Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School even knew her?

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi—the first two among the three people closest to her had not been revived because she had been forced to choose