Hearts in Ning Rongrong's Eyes~

Looking at the purple soul ring beneath Du Bei's feet,

the three girls present were all stunned on the spot!

Yet Du Bei merely waved a hand calmly.

"Easy~ easy~"

"It's just a thousand-year soul ring. You'll have one too someday. There's nothing strange about it."

However, Ning Rongrong was no ordinary girl. She would not be fooled by such simple words!

How could a normal person's soul ring possibly be purple?

And looking at that second soul ring...

"You're lying. Can't you come up with a better excuse? What kind of genius gets a thousand-year first soul ring, then a hundred-year second soul ring?"

"Did you perhaps master..."

Before Ning Rongrong could continue questioning him,

Du Bei picked at his ear and cut her off directly! Then he held out one hand!

"Stop! Hold on!"

But Little Princess Ning Rongrong would not fall for that. She immediately brushed aside the hand in front of her.

She shot Du Bei a displeased look.

"What are you doing?"

"You still haven't answered my question..." Her attitude was utterly overbearing, the very picture of a little princess!

The sight made the veins on Du Bei's forehead bulge.

His blood pressure seemed to be rising. It was as though he had encountered an untrained little rabbit from the past, and his hands were starting to itch.

"Hey! You stinking little trash, do you..."

"..."

The two guards stood not far away.

They looked at each other.

"Should we go help?"

The Soul Sage who had been scouting ahead immediately refused!

He found himself a comfortable spot to sit down, even leisurely crossing one leg over the other.

"Help with what? Bully the weak with our strength? Have you forgotten the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's new policy these past few years?"

"Besides, is there even any danger?"

The dazed guard scratched his head.

He said hesitantly,

"Though there doesn't seem to be any danger..."

"Then that settles it. The rest isn't our concern. Can't you see the young sect master is having fun?" As he spoke, he pointed toward the four of them.

The dazed guard froze at his words!

His gaze turned toward them, and his eyes instantly bulged as if he had seen something unbelievable!

"Holy shit..."

At the entrance to Shrek,

Du Bei had Ning Rongrong lying across his lap! He continuously used the Normal-type skill, Fake Out!

"You still dare interrupt me when I'm talking!"

"You dare give me attitude out here? Do you think this is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?! Looks like you know the way of the secret room too, little girl!"

As he spoke, his hand showed no mercy, leaving behind a flurry of afterimages!

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

A rhythmic series of slaps rang out!

Listening to that melodious tune, the restrained girl kicked her legs wildly in shame and fury.

Her fists kept pounding against the thigh beneath her.

"You bastard! Let me go!"

"Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this! Believe it or not, I'll have Grandpa Sword..."

Faced with Ning Rongrong's threats,

Du Bei merely curled his lip in disdain. Then the force of his hand gradually increased. He was going to teach this brat a lesson and set her back on the right path!

However, as the beating continued,

something gradually began to feel off. Her original cries of pain slowly took on a different flavor, and there was even a strange lilt at the end of them.

"Let me~ go~"

"But~ the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile~ young sect~ sect master, huh~"

Watching this, Zhu Zhuqing imperceptibly shifted a few steps backward.

Cracks appeared in her previously frosty expression. She simply could not imagine that something like this would truly happen in reality.

She looked uncertainly at Xiao Wu beside her and asked incoherently,

"Does... does Uncle usually act like this?"

Faced with that question,

Xiao Wu, covering her face with both hands, did not know how to answer. She could only keep peeking through the gaps between her fingers, trying to find an answer.

However, after watching for a long while,

the little rabbit could only confirm one thing.

She seemed to have tried all those moves before... both the proper and improper ones...

The proper kind was when she had been disobedient as a child.

Du Bei had forced a spanking on her.

The improper kind was when they had been enjoying the scenery inside the carriage on their way to Soto City...

Seeing that something was off with Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu covered her flushed face. She thought of those writing lessons from back then.

They had been entirely inappropriate for children.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had opened her mouth to ask something else, saw Xiao Wu's expression.

She could only swallow her words.

Everything was already clear.

They were all adults. Even without saying certain things aloud, it was easy enough to guess or imagine them...

While the two girls fell silent here,

the education of love on the other side also came to a stop.

Of course, rather than saying it had stopped passively, it would be more accurate to say that Du Bei had stopped on his own.

Because the situation was getting a little complicated~

"Trash~ stinking little trash~"

"Why did you stop? Keep going! Don't go easy on me just because I have guards nearby! They won't interfere! Don't worry, just..."

Looking at Ning Rongrong, whose eyes were already filled with hearts, Du Bei felt his scalp tingle for the first time... He had the distinct feeling that he had provoked something filthy.

There was... something wrong with this girl, wasn't there?

"Brother Jie, shouldn't we do something?"

"The young sect master has been beaten like that already!" The honest guard grabbed his companion beside him, pointing anxiously into the distance.

The guard being pulled did not care in the slightest!

He pried the hand off himself, then forcibly dragged the guard, who was about to expose them, back behind cover!

Then he pinned him against the wall!

Looking at the honest guard with both hands restrained, the guard he called boss wore a wicked grin.

"Have you forgotten what the sect master said before we left the sect? As long as the young lady doesn't resist, we don't need to worry about this sort of thing."

"And besides...

Little Li~ I can see you don't understand at all~"

Pinned in the corner, the honest guard looked at his big brother, who blocked out the sunlight, completely at a loss.

He stammered,

"Brother Jie... I don't understand!"

"Oh~"

"..."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside Ning Rongrong's bedroom.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin rummaged through a bookshelf, pulling out every book hidden inside a concealed compartment!

Then he viciously threw them all onto the floor!

"Tell me, who exactly brought these storybooks and novels back for Rongrong?"

"Fengzhi! If you don't give the two of us an explanation today, you'd better pray that you can immediately break through to become a Titled Douluo! Otherwise..."

The two Titled Douluos clenched their fists together.

They glared menacingly at Ning Fengzhi, whose face was bruised black and blue as he knelt on the floor. The atmosphere was extremely tense!

"Uncles, listen to my explanation!"

"This really isn't my fault! I'm innocent too as her father! By the time I discovered it, things were already beyond saving!"

As he slowly explained,

a matter that made a father want to weep with regret was revealed in full!

"When Rongrong was little, didn't she have two little maids by her side? I never imagined that the two of them would be especially close... omitted..."

The two Titled Douluos listened quietly.

When they reached a certain point,

Sword Douluo Chen Xin suddenly raised a hand to interrupt him.

"Something's not right!"

"Even if those two little maids were close, why did you give Ning Rongrong so many romance novels?"

Faced with this question, Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile.

"But the problem was that Rongrong had been influenced by them back then. She wanted to spend all day with girls!"

"When I first learned about it, I was nearly furious to death. Although I managed to straighten her out over the years, there's still a little..."

By the end,

Ning Fengzhi looked as helpless as a father whose daughter had been taken away by a blond punk, yet could only force a smile.

Even his silhouette seemed much more ashen.