Outbreak of Conflict (Reset)

The next day, early morning.

Li Xiaoyao had just finished the breakfast that Ning Rongrong had bought for him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"I never expected that little demoness Ning Rongrong would even pull this out!"

Looking at the Mind Control Technique in his hand, Li Xiaoyao shook his head helplessly.

Last night, he had just casually mentioned helping her become stronger, and the little girl had immediately shoved the secret technique of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into his hands.

If Zhu Zhuqing were here, he would definitely make her take a look; this was the proper attitude when asking for a favor—actually putting something on the table.

Instead of just relying on empty promises, talking a big game without a shred of sincerity.

"I wonder how Ning Rongrong is doing now?"

With the goal of making Ning Rongrong stronger, Li Xiaoyao had told the little girl to go exercise.

After all, if you want to become stronger, you must have a healthy body.

Meanwhile, the scene shifts.

Under a large tree at Shrek Academy, the sound of "slap, slap, slap" echoed through the quiet air, accompanied by the occasional cry of a young girl.

"Huff, huff, huff! I'm absolutely exhausted!"

Ning Rongrong wiped the sweat from her forehead, constantly patting her sore, swollen calves. Her soles were aching and sore; every movement felt like stepping on pebbles, and her ankles felt heavy.

"I've already run ten laps around the entire village; I can take a good rest now."

"I wonder if Brother Xiaoyao noticed the breakfast I specifically bought for him."

At the thought of her crush, Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed pink. She felt a surge of energy, and even her sore, heavy feet felt a little lighter.

As the morning breeze blew by, Ning Rongrong raised her hand to tuck away her sweat-dampened pink hair, her eyes filled with excitement.

Just as she was lost in thought—

Suddenly, she heard an exasperated roar coming from not far away.

"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! If you want to break up, then let's break up!"

"But you have to do it with me one more time."

"Satisfy my request, and I'll break up with you."

"Ma Hongjun, is this kind of behavior even interesting to you?"

"Besides getting spit all over my face—"

"Tell me, what else are you even good for?"

"Cuihua! You... you... you..."

"What? You don't like it?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Ma Hongjun, let's just break up!"

"Let's part on good terms. Being with you—"

"I'd rather use my hand—"

Ning Rongrong watched this gossipy scene with great relish.

"Heeheehee, this is killing me!"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, the laughter in her eyes impossible to hide. She subconsciously shrank back behind a large tree, terrified of being discovered by the two of them.

However, those bold words instantly made her cheeks flush bright red, and the tips of her ears felt so hot they were practically dripping blood.

She tilted her head to peek, only to see Ma Hongjun's face turning beet red with anxiety, unable to even speak clearly, while Cuihua looked utterly disgusted, their argument growing increasingly fierce.

"A few seconds, and you call yourself a man?"

Cuihua's words were like needles, pricking Ma Hongjun until he jumped in agitation.

"I, I was just exhausted from my cultivation!"

Ma Hongjun stiffened his neck in defense.

But his voice lacked half its conviction.

"Bullshit! You always make excuses. I've had enough!"

Ning Rongrong felt her heart race as she listened. She quickly turned her head away, but couldn't help biting her lip to suppress a smile, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Suddenly, she stepped on a dry branch. She gasped and held her breath, terrified of being discovered by the two of them.

"Ouch!"

Ning Rongrong carefully took two steps back, but her back accidentally collided with a tree trunk. She hissed in pain, looking even more embarrassed.

Although the sound wasn't loud—

It was still heard by the two people in the middle of their argument.

"Who's there?"

Ma Hongjun whipped his head around, his eyes sweeping over with a glare.

Ning Rongrong's heart tightened. There was no time to hide, so she had to bite the bullet and step out from behind the tree.

"Cough, cough, cough! Carry on!"

"I was just passing by, I won't disturb you two!"

Ning Rongrong's cheeks were red enough to drip blood.

She kept her eyes averted, not daring to look directly at them.

When Cuihua saw it was a girl, she froze. A flash of embarrassment crossed her face, and after shooting Ma Hongjun a fierce glare, she turned and walked away quickly.

"Damn it! Who are you!"

"What are you looking at, hiding under a tree?"

"Have you never seen people argue before?"

Ma Hongjun stood frozen in place, his face turning shades of green and white.

Catching Ning Rongrong's amused, embarrassed gaze made him feel even more mortified, and he stiffened his neck.

"Ahahaha!"

"S-sorry!"

"I have things to do, so I'll be going now."

Ning Rongrong's shoulders trembled as she struggled to hold back her laughter, and she waved her hands hurriedly.

As she spoke, she turned and slipped away, her pace quickening. Behind her came Ma Hongjun's frustrated growl, which only made her lips curl into a smile.

Ning Rongrong had only taken two steps—

Ma Hongjun suddenly blocked her path.

"What's the rush?"

"You've been watching the spectacle for so long, and now you want to just walk away?"

Having just calmed down from his explosive rage, Ma Hongjun no longer showed the embarrassment from moments ago; his eyes were filled only with lecherous scrutiny.

He swept his gaze over Ning Rongrong's flushed face and her slender figure, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

"Hehehe! Now that I look closely, you really are a little beauty!"

Ma Hongjun's smile was incredibly lecherous.

"Hmph! You disgusting thing, get out of my way!"

The disgusting look in the other party's eyes made Ning Rongrong's brows knit tightly together.

If it weren't for the sake of leaving a good impression on Li Xiaoyao, she would have already called out the guards lurking nearby to kill him.

"Gagaga! Little beauty, you're much better looking than that Cuihua."

"Since she didn't know what was good for her and looked down on me, why don't you be my woman instead?"

Watching Ning Rongrong drenched in a light sweat, Ma Hongjun's face was full of lechery. He took a deep breath, as if smelling Ning Rongrong's fragrance in the air, looking completely perversely intoxicated.

"You fat pig, I'll give you one last chance!"

"Get out of my sight immediately, or I'll kill you!"

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 apple of the eye of the Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and she even had two Titled Douluo grandfathers who doted on her immensely.

Except for Li Xiaoyao, no one could make her yield even half a step.

Ma Hongjun's offense had completely ignited her ferocity. A cold glint flashed in the depths of her eyes, and the intent to kill quietly surged.

"Hehehe! I didn't expect you to be such a little firecracker!"

"Spicy enough, I like it!"

"It'll definitely be exciting when I conquer you later!"

"Little beauty, come with me!"

"Be my woman, and I guarantee you'll live in luxury!"

"Come, come, come—Big Brother will take you to have