Zhu Zhuqing wanted to launch a nighttime raid on Di yihong and confirm their relationship as soon as possible.
It was no wonder she was anxious.
She might have seemed to be "ahead" right now, but Ning Rongrong was competing with her.
And now Meng Yiran had shown up too.
Oh.
That one could be ignored.
Her figure was not as good as hers, and her temperament could not compare to Ning Rongrong's either.
With standards as high as Di yihong's, he definitely would not be interested in her.
But...
Why had he given the Eight Spider Lances to Meng Yiran instead of herself or Ning Rongrong?
Zhu Zhuqing cared deeply about that, but she had no standing to question him.
Wanting it but being unable to ask for it felt awful.
After hesitating for a long time.
Zhu Zhuqing raised her foot.
"Hmm?" Ning Rongrong's voice rang out. "Zhu Qing, you're not cultivating? What are you doing, enjoying the breeze?"
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment!
She turned on her heel and walked back toward her dormitory.
She merely nodded at Ning Rongrong in response.
Ning Rongrong returned her smile.
Zhu Zhuqing had been staring at Di yihong's dormitory. How could Ning Rongrong not tell what she had been planning?
Although Ning Rongrong had not made up her mind yet.
She could not let someone else get there first.
Di yihong had no idea that he had missed a nighttime raid.
He was happily clearing out his inventory.
"God-Given Spirit: Spirit Eye, Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, and Bibi Dong's two spider Martial Souls."
"Sell them all for 400,000 Livestream Points."
"That makes 820,000 Livestream Points. Sell another eighteen wisps of Divine Sense and round it up to one million."
"Let's see what one million can buy."
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