The next morning.
Li Xiaoyao had just finished the breakfast Ning Rongrong—
had bought and brought back.
"Tut, tut, tut!"
"I never expected Ning Rongrong, that Little Demoness, to even hand over something like this!"
Looking at the Mind Control Technique in his hand—
Li Xiaoyao could only shake his head helplessly.
Last night, he had merely mentioned helping her grow stronger, yet that little girl had directly shoved the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secret technique into his hands.
If Zhu Zhuqing had been there, he definitely would have made her see that this was how one should ask for help—offering something real.
Rather than relying on nothing but words to paint him a grand vision, making it sound wonderful without showing the slightest sincerity.
"I wonder how Ning Rongrong is doing now?"
With the goal of making Ning Rongrong stronger, Li Xiaoyao had also told that girl to train her body.
After all, if she wanted to grow stronger, she needed a good physique.
Meanwhile, the scene shifted.
Beneath a large tree at Shrek Academy, the quiet air was filled with repeated slapping sounds, accompanied by a girl's cries.
"Huff, huff, huff! I'm exhausted!"
Ning Rongrong wiped the sweat from her forehead as she kept rubbing her sore calves. The soles of her feet ached terribly, every movement feeling as though she were stepping on pebbles, while her ankles felt heavy and dull.
"I've already run ten laps around the entire village. I can finally rest properly."
"I wonder if Brother Xiaoyao saw the breakfast I specially bought for him."
The moment she thought of the man she loved, Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed pink. She felt filled with energy, and even her aching little feet seemed a little lighter.
The morning breeze drifted past. Ning Rongrong raised a hand to smooth her sweat-dampened pink bangs, excitement hidden in her eyes.
Just as she was lost in thought—
she suddenly heard an angry roar from nearby.
"Ma Hongjun, let's break up."
"Cuihua, what did you say? You want to break up with me?"
"That's right. I can't stand you anymore. Let's break up."
"Fine! Break up, then!"
"But you have to do it with me one more time."
"Meet my demands, and I'll break up with you."
"Ma Hongjun, do you think this is interesting?"
"Other than getting saliva all over my face—"
"what else can you even do?"
"Cuihua! You... you... you..."
"What? Not convinced?"
"Am I wrong?"
"Ma Hongjun, we should break up!"
"Let's part on good terms. Being with you—"
"I might as well use my hand—"
Ning Rongrong watched the gossip-worthy scene with great interest.
"Hehehe, this is killing me!"
Ning Rongrong hurriedly covered her mouth, unable to hide the amusement in her eyes. She instinctively shrank farther behind the tree, afraid that the two of them would notice her.
But those bold words instantly made her cheeks burn red, her ears so hot they seemed ready to drip blood.
She peeked over, only to see Ma Hongjun red-faced with anxiety, unable to speak properly, while Cuihua wore a disgusted expression as their argument grew fiercer.
"Can someone who lasts only a few seconds even call himself a man?"
Cuihua's words were like needles, making Ma Hongjun jump in outrage.
"I-I was mentally drained from cultivation!"
Ma Hongjun craned his neck as he argued.
But his voice had already weakened considerably.
"Bullshit! You make excuses every time. I've had enough!"
Ning Rongrong's heart raced as she quickly turned her face away, yet she could not help pressing her lips together to hide a smile, her shoulders trembling faintly.
Suddenly, she stepped on a dry branch. Startled, she held her breath, afraid the two would notice her.
"Ow!"
Ning Rongrong carefully took two steps back, but accidentally bumped her back into the tree trunk. The pain made her suck in a soft breath, leaving her even more embarrassed.
Although the sound was not loud—
the arguing pair still heard it.
"Who's there?"
Ma Hongjun abruptly turned around, his angry gaze sweeping over the area.
Ning Rongrong's heart tightened. With nowhere left to hide, she could only brace herself and walk out from behind the tree.
"Ahem! Please, continue!"
"I was just passing by. I won't disturb you any longer!"
Ning Rongrong's cheeks were red enough to drip blood.
Her eyes darted about, not daring to look directly at either of them.
Seeing that it was a girl, Cuihua froze briefly. Embarrassment then flashed across her face. She shot Ma Hongjun a fierce glare before turning and leaving quickly.
"Damn it! Who are you?"
"What were you hiding under that tree and watching for?"
"Haven't you ever seen people argue?"
Ma Hongjun stood frozen in place, his face alternating between green and white.
When he met Ning Rongrong's awkward yet amused gaze, he became even more mortified and stiffened his neck.
"Ahahaha!"
"S-sorry!"
"I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first."
Ning Rongrong's shoulders shook as she struggled to hold back her laughter, and she hurriedly waved her hand.
With that, she turned and slipped away, quickening her steps. Ma Hongjun's frustrated growl came from behind her, making her lips curl despite herself.
Ning Rongrong had only taken two steps—
when Ma Hongjun suddenly blocked her path.
"Why are you running?"
"After watching the whole show, you think you can just leave?"
Having just calmed down from his rage, Ma Hongjun no longer looked embarrassed. There was only lecherous appraisal in his eyes.
His gaze swept over Ning Rongrong's flushed face and slender figure, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
"Hehehe! Looking closer, she's quite the little beauty!"
Ma Hongjun's smile was exceedingly lewd.
"Hmph! You disgusting thing, get out of my way!"
That revolting look in his eyes made Ning Rongrong frown deeply.
If she had not wanted to leave a good impression on Li Xiaoyao, she would have already summoned the guards lurking nearby and had him killed.
"Gaga! Little beauty, you're much prettier than that Cuihua."
"Since she doesn't know what's good for her and despises me, why don't you become my woman instead?"
Seeing Ning Rongrong drenched in fragrant sweat, Ma Hongjun wore a lewd grin and took a deep breath, as though he could smell her scent in the air. His face was full of perverse intoxication.
"You dead fatty—this is your last chance!"
"Get out of my sight right now, or I'll have you killed!"
Ning Rongrong was on the verge of exploding.
She was gentle in front of Li Xiaoyao—
because she liked him.
But that did not mean she would be polite to anyone else.
She, Ning Rongrong, was the Little Demoness, the Pearl in the Palm of the Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. She even had two Titled Douluo grandfathers who adored her beyond measure.
Other than Li Xiaoyao, no one could make her yield even the slightest bit.
Ma Hongjun's offense had completely ignited her viciousness. A cold glint flashed in her eyes as killing intent quietly surged forth.
"Hehehe! I didn't expect you to be such a fiery little pepper!"
"Spicy enough. I like it!"
"It'll definitely be exciting when I conquer you!"
"Little beauty, come with me!"
"Become this lord's woman, and I'll make sure you eat and drink like royalty!"
"Come on, come on—big brother will take you to eat lollipops!"
Ma Hongjun reached out and grabbed at Ning Rongrong.
He wanted to drag her into the depths of the bushes.
"You short, fat, lecherous dead fatty—you disgust me! I'm calling someone to kill you!"
Just as Ning Rongrong was about to call out the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect guards hiding nearby and have them kill Ma Hongjun—
Li Xiaoyao's voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Chronos: Domain: City of Eating Time!"
"Life Deprivation—"
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