You're the Wild Game! Your Whole Family's Wild Game!

Inside a castle-like bedroom in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As the little princess of one of the Upper Three Sects, the wealthiest sect on the entire continent, Ning Rongrong lived a life of silks and fine foods, getting whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

But at this moment, the Little Demoness was sprawled bored out of her mind on an enormous bed covered in expensive velvet, swinging her two crystalline little feet.

"This is so boring..."

"Dad only ever deals with sect affairs. Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone dote on me, but they always treat me like a child. I'm not allowed to go here or touch that."

"I want to go out and have fun! I'm running away from home!"

Ning Rongrong pouted, plotting her Nth escape plan in her head.

Just then, a strange ripple in space shimmered before her.

Without any warning, a black notebook radiating a mysterious aura appeared out of thin air and landed beside her soft pillow.

"Hmm? What's this?"

Ning Rongrong blinked her big eyes, her curiosity instantly overcoming her wariness.

If it were a Hidden Weapon, it would have already been triggered.

Besides, who in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect could quietly put something on her bed without anyone noticing?

Could it be a new trick from Grandpa Sword?

She reached out and picked up the notebook. The gold-embossed words on the cover caught her eye:

Su Yun's Diary.

"Su Yun? Who's that? Never heard of him."

"What respectable person keeps a diary? And writes his name on the cover, too, like he's afraid no one will know?"

Ning Rongrong curled her lip and opened to the first page with a hint of disdain.

But after just one glance, the color drained from her exquisite, pretty little face.

First confusion, then shock, then a furious flush!

Red with rage!

She was seeing red!!!

[X year X month X day, weather: perfect for abducting young women.]

[Since I'm going to Suotuo City, I definitely can't pass up the girls at Shrek Academy.]

[There's no need to mention that silly cat, Zhu Zhuqing. She's still on the road to her own doom. Let's focus on Ning Rongrong.]

[Ning Rongrong? That Little Demoness from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? She's pretty cute, and that noble air of hers is impeccable. You could call her the richest woman in Douluo Continent.]

At this, Ning Rongrong gave a soft snort, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.

"At least you have some taste. Of course I'm cute."

But the words beneath it were like a splash of scalding chili water to her heart.

[But! This girl's way too spoiled and willful. She's the textbook example of someone Ning Fengzhi spoiled rotten.]

[What baffles me most is that in the original story, she actually falls for Oscar?]

[That creepy uncle with the bushy beard who goes around shouting, "I have a sausage!"?]

[What kind of bizarre taste is that? A flower planted in cow dung would be doing the cow dung a favor.]

[Could it be that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is full of handsome men and she's sick of them, so she wants to try some wild game for a change? Ugh...]

"Bang!"

Ning Rongrong slammed her fist into the mattress, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Oscar? Creepy uncle? Sausage?"

"I'm going to fall for someone like that?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Is my taste that bad?!"

A shame called having her embarrassing future spoiled made her toes curl into the ground.

She gritted her teeth and kept reading.

[But I'll give credit where it's due: this girl's skin is really fair, and those legs are top-notch.]

[If she could fix that awful temper and learn to serve tea, pour water, massage my legs and rub my shoulders, she might just barely make it into my fish pond. I could raise her as a mermaid.]

[After all, who would say no to a walking purse and a support blood pack?]

[As for whether she could be the main wife... Tsk, Dong'er and Xue'er are already in line ahead of her. She's just a little girl. Take a number and wait!]

Silence.

The silence of the grave.

The air in the bedroom seemed to freeze for three seconds.

Then the volcano erupted!

"Su! Yun!!!"

Her shrill scream nearly lifted the roof.

"Riiip—"

The silk pillow worth a fortune in Ning Rongrong's hands burst into shreds that flew everywhere.

Like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, she shot up from the bed and pointed at the diary floating in midair, cursing furiously:

"You're the wild game! Your whole family's wild game!"

"I'm spoiled? I need to fix my temper?"

"And I have to serve you tea and water? I only barely make it into your fish pond?!"

"What do you take me for? Your backup option?!"

"Aaah! I'm so mad!!"

Ning Rongrong had never suffered such an insult in her life.

In the sect, she was the little princess adored by all.

Outside, she was a noble young lady high above everyone else.

She was the one who judged others. Since when did anyone get to criticize her, then dismiss her with such disdain and say she barely made the cut?

And who were that Dong'er and Xue'er?

They sounded like a pair of vixens!

And she had to take a number?

"Fine! Very well!"

Ning Rongrong laughed in fury, her chest heaving, her face flushed with anger all the more animated.

"So you're Su Yun? The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?"

"Since this diary appeared in my hands, that must mean I'm destined for greatness!"

She had originally planned to run away from home, get some fresh air, and find some academy to laze around in.

But now, her goal had changed.

It was crystal clear, and utterly unshakable!

"Suotuo City!!!"

Ning Rongrong looked at the place mentioned in the diary, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"You're going to Suotuo City, right?"

"You want to drag me into your fish pond, right?"

She spun around, activated her Storage Soul Tool, and began frantically sweeping everything in her room into it.

Gold Soul Coin Cards? Take them! The ones worth several million!

Defensive Soul Tools? Take them! Staying alive was what mattered!

All kinds of expensive jewelry, clothes, and snacks?

Take them all!

In less than fifteen minutes, Ning Rongrong had packed her things.

With a small bundle on her back, she stood on the windowsill and glanced back at her luxurious room.

At last, her eyes fell on the diary, which had flown back into her arms on its own.

"Su Yun, you just wait!"

"I'm heading to Suotuo City right now!"

"I'll show you what happens when you mess with this Witch!"

"I'll bury you in money! Make you serve me tea and water! Make you my eunuch!"

Under the moonlight, a petite figure deftly slipped past the patrolling disciples and climbed over the high wall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Though her movements were a little clumsy, she charged forward with the unstoppable determination of someone bent on revenge (and walking right into disaster).

At the same time, Su Yun, riding in a carriage thousands of miles away, suddenly shivered.

"Ah-choo!"

Su Yun rubbed his nose and pulled his clothes tighter around himself.

"That's strange. Why does my back feel so chilly?"

"Could some beauty be thinking about me?"

He added another line to his diary:

[There are always troublemakers trying to harm their emperor. Could that Little Demoness Ning Rongrong have already seen the diary? Whatever. She's a support type, with no fighting ability whatsoever. Even if she comes, she'll just be a free meal. Heh.]

When Ning Rongrong, who was hurrying along, saw the freshly updated line, she nearly fell out of the tree.

"No fighting ability whatsoever?"

"A free meal?"

"Su Yun!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Suotuo City was about to witness what might be the liveliest Shura Field in history!