Qian Renxue's Death Roll

Before long, the last trace of Soul Power in Qian Renxue's body was completely drained.

Combined with her instinctive, violent struggles, her physical strength was utterly exhausted as well.

With a thud, she fell into the wilted flowers and fallen leaves, wrapped up like a pale gold silkworm cocoon.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Qian Renxue stared desperately at the sky, her eyes reddening with panic as she nearly burst into tears.

Only then did Nan Feng slowly emerge from behind the peonies.

He toddled over on his little legs, squatted beside Qian Renxue, propped his chin in both hands, and silently watched her.

Qian Renxue glared at him, panting heavily. "You... what is this thing?"

Nan Feng did not answer. His Heterochromatic Double Pupils remained fixed on her without the slightest ripple.

Having been tricked so badly by a little brat who looked so dim-witted, Qian Renxue's mentality completely collapsed.

She gritted her teeth and threatened, "You'd better let me go right now! Otherwise, when my father comes back, you're finished!"

Hearing that entirely unthreatening threat, Nan Feng clapped his little hands, got to his feet, and turned to leave.

"Hey! Wait! Let me go!"

Qian Renxue panicked and shouted repeatedly.

But Nan Feng ignored her completely and continued walking out of the flowerbed.

This time, Qian Renxue was truly flustered.

I'm done for!

Not only had she ruined her mother's most treasured flowerbed, but she was lying in the mud tied up like this!

If the adults came back and saw her, would she even be able to live this down?!

Between pride and social death, Qian Renxue decisively abandoned the former.

"Wait! I was wrong!"

Qian Renxue shouted and completely gave up struggling.

Nan Feng stopped, turned around, and quietly looked at her.

Qian Renxue bit her lower lip and sniffed miserably, her voice finally softening. "I shouldn't have tried to scare you. I apologize, okay? Can... can you let me go now?"

Seeing that this proud little swan had finally lowered her head and yielded, Nan Feng did not make things difficult for her any further.

He raised his soft, pale little hand and casually snapped his fingers.

Snap.

The pale gold Spider Silk that had seemed indestructible a moment ago instantly dissolved, turning into specks of light that vanished into the air.

After all, it was formed from his own Soul Power. It was entirely under his control, able to appear and disappear at his will.

Qian Renxue sat up weakly, rubbing her numb wrists where the threads had constricted them. She looked at him in disbelief. "You... how did you do that?"

Nan Feng said nothing, still looking at her with those timid eyes.

Qian Renxue frowned slightly and could not help complaining, "I remember you could talk during the day, couldn't you? You were pretty smooth when you ran off to tattle on me. Why are you mute now?"

Nan Feng fell silent for two seconds before finally speaking, his tone stiff. "I don't know you."

Qian Renxue froze, then said irritably, "I'm Qian Renxue!"

Nan Feng shook his head, completely unmoved. "Don't know you."

Qian Renxue glared at him and gritted her teeth. "You know me now! What about you? What's your name?"

Nan Feng tilted his head as though seriously considering it. "Nan Feng."

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the anger in her heart. "Then why did you run just now?"

Nan Feng blinked and answered as if it were perfectly obvious, "Because you chased me."

Qian Renxue choked on her anger, her voice rising. "If you hadn't run, would I have chased you?!"

Nan Feng asked back with a face full of confusion, "If you hadn't chased me, would I have run?"

"If you hadn't run, why would I chase you?"

"If you hadn't chased me, why would I run?"

"..."

After several more rounds of this back-and-forth questioning, Qian Renxue finally broke down and gave up.

"Fine! My fault! I shouldn't have chased you, okay?!"

Nan Feng nodded solemnly. "It's good that you know you were wrong. A child who corrects their mistakes is a good child."

Qian Renxue's expression stiffened. Her teeth itched with anger, but she forcibly swallowed it down.

"Fine! I can correct my mistakes! Then can you tell me what those strange Spider Silk threads were just now? You're clearly only level twelve. How could you possibly trap me?"

Nan Feng looked at her, pressed his lips together, and stopped talking.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath and suppressed her anger as she asked, "You won't tell me because you're afraid that if I learn your secret, you won't be able to do anything to me in the future, right?"

Nan Feng nodded with complete honesty.

Qian Renxue immediately felt a sharp pain in her stomach.

But she truly had no options left now.

Her Soul Power had been completely emptied out, and even standing up took effort. Even if this guy really was only a level-twelve weakling, he could still easily crush her right now!

After resting for a moment, Qian Renxue barely managed to prop herself up and stand.

But when she clearly saw the scene around her, her whole body instantly went cold.

The precious flowers that had once bloomed brilliantly were now scorched black all over the ground by her Sacred Soul Power, with ruined blossoms and leaves scattered everywhere.

This was her mother's favorite flower field!

Qian Renxue swallowed hard, then stiffly turned to look at Nan Feng, who was still squatting on the ground. "Can... can you do me a favor?"

Nan Feng tilted his head. "What?"

Qian Renxue hesitated, her gaze darting away. "Later... if my mother comes over, could you say that this... was your doing?"

Nan Feng looked utterly confused. "But wasn't this your doing?"

"If you hadn't run in here and tied me up with that weird Spider Silk, would I have made this place look like this?!" Qian Renxue retorted instinctively.

Nan Feng began laying out the logic with perfect clarity. "You chased me first. I was scared, so I ran in here. You kept chasing me, so I used the Spider Silk. In the end, you used fire and ruined this place."

He spread his little hands. "It has nothing to do with me."

Qian Renxue was speechless for a moment. After holding it in for a long while, she lowered her head in defeat. "Fine... it's my fault. But can you take the blame for me?"

Nan Feng blinked. "Why? Lying to people isn't good."

Qian Renxue grew anxious and bent down to grab Nan Feng by the shoulders.

"If my mother finds out I ruined it, she'll definitely be furious! Please help me. Just... just treat it as though I owe you a favor! If anything happens to you at Spirit Hall in the future, I can help you!"

Nan Feng continued tilting his head, entirely unmoved. "Lying to people isn't good."

Qian Renxue was so anxious that her eyes reddened, and her voice took on a tearful note.

"I know it isn't good! But you really have to help me with this! My mother already doesn't like me. Now that I've ruined her flower field, she'll definitely hate me even more. She might even ignore me forever!"

Nan Feng pursed his lips. "But if I take the blame for you, she'll be angry with me too."

Qian Renxue was completely out of ideas. She could only stare at him pitifully, tears trembling in her eyes, looking utterly miserable.

Seeing that this tsundere little girl was genuinely about to cry, Nan Feng waved his hand in disgust. "Stop, stop, stop! Don't cry. I'll take the blame for you, all right?"

Qian Renxue brightened and immediately pounced on him, wrapping him in a tight hug. "Thank you! If you ever need anything in the future, I'll definitely help you!"

Nan Feng could barely breathe from her grip and struggled in disgust. "All right, all right, let go of me."

Qian Renxue pulled back, sniffed, and looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

Nan Feng pointed at himself with a disgusted expression. "You rolled around on the ground just now. You're covered in mud, and now you've gotten me dirty too!"

Hearing that blatant disgust, Qian Renxue's face immediately darkened.

I lowered myself to beg you, and this little brat actually dares to dislike me?!

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth. Instead of letting go, she hugged Nan Feng tightly again.

Then, she directly unleashed a simple and unadorned Death Roll, clutching Nan Feng as she rolled several times through the charred mud!

"Fuck—"

After several dizzying spins, Nan Feng sat dazed in the mud, utterly dumbfounded.

Qian Renxue sat in front of him, scooped up a handful of black mud, and unceremoniously smeared it across Nan Feng's delicate little face, forcibly turning him into a filthy kitten.

Looking at her "masterpiece," Qian Renxue clapped her hands and smiled with satisfaction.

"There, that's better. Now you look like the culprit!"