The coachman let out an unpleasant laugh, his eyes filled with greed as he looked at Ning Rongrong.
He had waited far too long for this day. He drove people around every day, yet in the end, he earned so little money.
Countless times, he had imagined carrying some wealthy young lady with no strength to defend herself. Then, he could rise to the top in a single step.
And the young lady before him perfectly matched his fantasies—delicate and pretty, dressed in luxurious clothes, obviously wealthy.
She even wore a Soul Tool on her hand, wealth he had never even dared dream of.
Soon, all of it would belong to him. And perhaps even...
The coachman looked at Ning Rongrong's snow-white skin, and a lewd gleam flashed through his eyes.
Noticing the coachman's gaze, Ning Rongrong's expression immediately darkened, killing intent flashing through her eyes.
"Since when did even an ordinary person dare commit murder and robbery? Do you not know that I am a Soul Master?"
What?
Bao Liuli shouted coldly, and a dazzling seven-story pagoda appeared in her hand. "Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, first: Strength, second: Speed."
It seemed that today, he would not only rob her of a small fortune, but might even gain a wife for his stronghold.
"Yes, if you're afraid, let us go quickly. Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences."
However, the coachman could not possibly think that drawing a weapon would be enough to threaten her, could he? In terms of strength and speed, she was confident she would not lose to an ordinary person.
Even the longsword in her hand was knocked away by a powerful force, instantly making her expression change drastically.
He had long seen that Ning Rongrong could use a Soul Tool, so she had