How Are You Any Different from Cao Thief?

Su Chen was captivated by her graceful figure.

Her clear, bright eyes, arched willow-leaf brows, and long lashes trembled slightly. Her flawless fair skin carried a faint rosy blush, while her thin lips were as delicate and luscious as rose petals.

Looking at Ning Rongrong in his arms, Su Chen asked, "Has Oscar ever seen you dressed like this?"

Ning Rongrong shook her head fearfully. The clothes in the hidden compartment truly did not suit her usual image. Though she liked them, she had only ever worn them alone.

"Then let him have a good look," Su Chen said slowly.

Ning Rongrong hesitated, seemingly unwilling, but under Su Chen's forceful insistence, she still followed him down to the living room.

Su Chen held Ning Rongrong and sat on the sofa, looking mockingly at Oscar, who was nailed to the wall before them.

Before long, Oscar gradually woke up. Gods were very difficult to kill, even Second-Rank Gods. Seeing the scene before him, Oscar, the Food God, nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

His pure, innocent Rongrong was actually wearing such clothes while sitting on that man's lap!

Unable to believe his eyes, Oscar shouted with all his strength, "Rongrong! Don't! Let him kill me!"

"Tut, tut, tut! What deep feelings you two have," Su Chen said mockingly.

Su Chen said coldly, "Then I'll generously grant your wish!"

He rose to his feet.

The aura of a God King erupted in an instant. Endless black mist spread around Su Chen as Gates of Hell opened one after another at his side.

Countless undead emerged from the Gates of Hell. Su Chen was like the God of Death, guiding their movements. As he pointed forward with one finger, the undead army charged toward Oscar in an instant. The moment they came into contact with him, they merged into his body and corroded his soul.

The burning pain in his soul made Oscar scream violently. A suffocating sensation welled up within him, and for the first time, Oscar felt death so close.

Oscar finally understood the true gap between himself and a God King. Faced with Su Chen's attack, he did not even have a chance to fight back. He could only watch helplessly as countless undead entered his body.

When true death arrived, promises no longer counted. Oscar shouted, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Rongrong is yours! Take Rongrong! Don't kill me!"

The attack of the Soul Karma Fire was not something an ordinary god could endure. It was like being gnawed by countless ants, like having hundreds of millions of swords pierce through one's heart.

Oscar's inability to endure it was well within Su Chen's expectations. With a casual wave of his hand, the endless black mist instantly returned through the Gates of Hell, as though nothing had happened.

Only Oscar's trembling body and beads of sweat the size of beans proved that none of it had been a dream.

Ning Rongrong had already frozen in place. The hand she had extended toward Su Chen, intending to stop him, remained suspended in midair.

"Rongrong is yours?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar in confusion, as though she were seeing him for the first time. Before death, were their feelings truly so unable to withstand a blow?

In Oscar's eyes, was she merely an object—an object that could be casually given away?

Looking at the two men before her, Ning Rongrong no longer knew which one was the true devil among men.

Oscar did not dare look at Ning Rongrong. His eyes were filled with guilt. He wanted to explain, but discovered that he could not make a sound no matter what.

Oscar glared furiously at Su Chen. It had to be his doing—he was preventing him from explaining himself to Ning Rongrong!

Ning Rongrong waited and waited, yet no explanation came. It seemed that her heart had already turned cold.

Ning Rongrong felt as if the world had become unreal. Perhaps only getting completely drunk could make her forget these awful things.

She did not even know how she sat down. Every second felt like a year—the feeling of being personally abandoned by the person she trusted most.

Seeing the red wine in the drawer, Ning Rongrong directly opened the bottle and drank it all in one go. Before long, perhaps due to the alcohol, her body gradually flushed red as well.

Looking at the wine Ning Rongrong had picked up, Su Chen recognized it as fine wine. Legend had it that a single cup would make one drunk. Ning Rongrong had drunk an entire bottle. If she did not have a Divine Body, she might have already collapsed.

Perhaps because its alcohol content was high, Ning Rongrong felt her vision grow a little hazy.

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Holding Ning Rongrong in his arms, Su Chen slowly walked into their room beneath Oscar's resentful gaze.

The warm room and atmosphere made even Su Chen feel somewhat unaccustomed. Looking at Oscar below, an indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

Ning Rongrong had already fallen unconscious. He wondered what she would feel when she woke the next day.

At this moment, in the God King Chat Group,

Fox Immortal Herself: Su Chen, Su Chen, what are you doing! Your sisters are bored to death!

Maiden Xiaoxue: .Su Chen, ignore her. The fox is getting worked up again.

Fox Immortal Herself: Xiaoxue, you're clearly the one who mentions him the most!

Maiden Xiaoxue: When have I?

Handsome Little Chen: Sisters, I'm in the north. There's snow everywhere—so white, so beautiful, so comfortable.

Fox Immortal Herself: I want to go too! Take me with you next time!

Handsome Little Chen: Uh, next time for sure.

After chatting with the two women for a few moments, Su Chen hugged the obedient Rongrong in his arms and went to sleep. He was exhausted today; it had mainly been very difficult.

Was Oscar really that useless?

Su Chen could understand it now.

Su Chen felt as though he had inherited a bit of the Wei and Jin dynasties' decadent spirit.

How was this trip and this behavior any different from Cao Thief's?!

But this wasn't his intention!

If anyone was to blame, it could only be that damned system.