Ning Rongrong: I Swear, After Becoming a God, I'll Definitely Leave Behind a Child, and

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up.

Although I was startled by the news that Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa were going to die.

But hearing that he could become a god in the future, he couldn't help but feel a little proud and excited.

After all, that's a god!

Countless Soul Master across the entire Douluo Continent spend their entire lives trying to even reach the Titled Douluo, yet she ascended directly!

"Then why did you say my future is terrible?" She suddenly realized, "Isn't this a good thing?"

Lin Qingmo's lips twitched slightly.

I haven't finished speaking.

"Then tell me quickly!"

"You're with Oscar now. Oscar is the Food God."

"Ha?"

Ning Rongrong's smile froze on her face.

Oscar?

Oscar from the Shrek Team?

That Oscar, whose Martial Soul is a Sausage, who chants incantations and kneads Sausage during battle, and whose catchphrase is "I Have a Big Sausage!"?

"Which Oscar?" she asked, clinging to her last shred of hope.

"It's that Oscar you know. The Sausage Specialty, the Light of Ordinary Yet Confident Men, the one Martial Soul is Sausage."

"..."

Ning Rongrong's complexion changed from white to red, from red to green, and from green to purple, perfectly demonstrating the color spectrum changes of a person from hope to despair.

"He..."

She spoke with difficulty, her voice barely audible, as if squeezed out from between her teeth. "How did he get together with me?"

"You two made a couple in the Divine Realm, so you're considered a dual-income family."

"Pair..."

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and felt short of breath.

The scene involuntarily flashed into her mind.

In the Divine Realm, in a palace shrouded in mist, she wore a long goddess's dress, exuding nobility and grace.

Then Oscar walked over, holding a Sausage in his hand, and said with a lewd smile, "Ning Rongrong, have one of my newly developed Super Recovery Big Sausage. One will cure your backache and leg pain—"

"Vomit!"

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth.

It wasn't an act; I genuinely felt physically nauseous.

"That sleazy Sausage guy... how could I possibly like someone like that?"

Her voice was shrill, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Even if every man on the continent dies, even if I go blind, even if—

"You're not blind."

Lin Qingmo corrected him seriously. "You're blind. That's how it is when you're in love."

"I'm not Love-Brain!!!"

Ning Rongrong jumped up, causing the chair to slide back half a foot.

"I would never be with that creepy guy who's always ' I Have a Big Sausage '! The person I like... even if I'm going to like someone, it has to be..."

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Because her gaze fell directly on Lin Qingmo's face.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the window, casting a soft golden hue over the boy's features.

He was holding a water glass, a familiar, slightly mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"What else could it be?"

"... nothing."

Ning Rongrong abruptly looked away, her ears burning red. "In any case, it definitely won't be the Oscar!"

Lin Qingmo didn't notice her momentary unease because he was preparing to continue speaking.

"Besides your personal problems, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's fate wasn't good either."

Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up, the blush on her face still lingering, but her expression had already become tense again.

"What's wrong with that? I've become a god, can't I protect my sect?"

"Not long after you became a god, you went to the Divine Realm. You didn't even leave behind any descendants, let alone protect your sect."

"Ah?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment.

"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul has been lost in your generation." Lin Qingmo's tone was calm, but every word was like hammering nails.

"Your father, Ning Fengzhi, guarded the sect, which was renamed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, but there was no inheritor of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul; he still only had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"After the death of Sword Bone Douluo, the sect lost all its high-level combat power and gradually declined."

"Your father guarded that sect his whole life, and finally died of old age there."

The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Ning Rongrong stood still, her hands hanging at her sides, her fingers slowly curling up.

She thought of her father.

Her father, who always looked at her with a smile and never said a harsh word.

She imagined herself ascending to the Divine Realm after becoming a god, her father standing before the sect's gate, looking up at the sky, watching her figure fly higher and higher, farther and farther away, until she could no longer be seen.

Then he turned around and went back into the empty hall.

A man guards a plaque that reads "Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect".

From middle age to old age, from black hair to white hair, until they can no longer stay still.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm, she was having an affair with the Sausage man.

Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened.

But this time it wasn't fear, it was a deeper emotion called guilt.

"That sounds like..."

She gritted her teeth and said, slowly and deliberately, "It's like I'm an ingrate."

"He abandoned his father, abandoned his sect, abandoned his responsibilities, and then... went to enjoy himself in the Divine Realm."

Lin Qingmo offered no comment.

Because Ning Rongrong's summary was actually quite accurate.

If Ning Rongrong had left behind offspring and inherited the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda wouldn't have been so suppressed by the major powers in the future.

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, her eyes still glistening with tears.

But his gaze was no longer filled with the panic of before; instead, it held a kind of almost burning determination.

"A-Qing." Her voice was soft, yet firm. "I won't let that happen."

"Um."

"I will not get close to Tang San, nor will I like Oscar, and I will certainly not let Sword Grandpa or Bone Grandpa die."

Lin Qingmo nodded seriously. "Even if I really become a god in the future, I still need to leave a descendant for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and pass on the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul?"

"Well..."

Ning Rongrong's impassioned speech was choked back, and her face instantly turned bright red.

"This... this one too!"

She stammered, "But it can't just be anyone! It has to be... it has to be..."

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Lin Qingmo couldn't resist the urge to tease her.

"What kind of person is he? Tell me, and I'll give you some advice."

"After all, these are items belonging to my team members in the future; this is no small matter."

"Hmm..."

Ning Rongrong stood in front of him, her fingers intertwined, her heart pounding so fast she was Lin Qingmo could hear her.

"It must be..."

Her voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. "A strong, handsome, and intelligent boy like you, A-Qing!"

"?"

Lin Qingmo's smile froze slightly.

The air was silent for a full three seconds.

Ning Rongrong's face was so red it could fry an egg on it.

But she didn't look away; she just stared straight at him.

Lin Qingmo looked suspicious. "Ning Rongrong, you wouldn't happen to be—"

Before the words were finished, a clear shout came from outside the door.

"A-Qing!"

It's Xiao Wu's voice.

Then came Liu Erlong's signature loud voice. "A-Qing! Are you back yet!"

Wow!

Ning Rongrong recoiled as if she had been scalded, taking three steps back and nearly knocking over the flowerpot behind her.