Martial Soul Possession, Get Out!

"From now on, you'll call me Sister Wutong, got it?"

"Okay, Little Seven."

"Call me Sister Wutong! Sister Wutong!"

"Got it, Little Seven."

Faced with Bai Ran's utterly shameless expression, Tang Wutong felt nothing but helplessness.

Forget it. It was only a form of address. Why was she arguing with a little brat over it?

Soon, it was time for dinner.

Looking at the table full of delicious food,

Bai Ran did not stand on ceremony and immediately started eating.

As for Tang Wutong, she first reached out and grabbed—

only for her hand to pass perfectly through the food.

Then she took out that white trident.

It was a fish fork to begin with. Since it could spear fish, it could naturally spear food as well.

Sure enough, the fish fork accurately skewered a plump-looking roast chicken.

However, just as Tang Wutong reached out, preparing to tear off a fragrant, juicy drumstick,

she discovered that her right hand once again passed precisely through the roast chicken.

Bring the roast chicken to her mouth?

Tang Wutong bit toward the chicken. Forget the drumstick—she could not even bite the chicken's rear end.

Being able to look at delicious food but not eat it was simply unbearable for Tang Wutong.

And it would have been one thing if she could not eat, but she also had to watch that little bastard eat so happily right in front of her.

He was even smacking his lips. How could it not be delicious?

Tang Wutong: Wait...

Tang Wutong suddenly looked at Bai Ran's body.

She seemed to have thought of something.

Then she pounced at him.

"Hey, Little Seven, what are you doing? You can't eat, so you won't even let me eat?"

Seeing Tang Wutong rushing at him, Bai Ran instinctively assumed she was about to do that.

Just as Bai Ran raised his hand, preparing to block her,

the next second, Tang Wutong turned into a streak of light and merged into his body.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Tang Wutong's voice came from Bai Ran's mouth.

The butterfly wings that should have been behind Tang Wutong appeared behind Bai Ran instead.

Half of his hair was also dyed the same pinkish-blue as Tang Wutong's.

"No, who gave you permission to possess me?"

Although Tang Wutong had possessed him, this body still belonged to Bai Ran in essence.

With a single thought, he could dispel the Martial Soul Possession state.

Thus, when Bai Ran chose to dismiss the possession himself,

all the traits Tang Wutong had displayed on him vanished without a trace.

When they had first seen Little Seven possess that little brat's body,

both Da Ming and Er Ming had been delighted.

Yet the very next moment, seeing the Martial Soul Possession state dispelled,

Da Ming and Er Ming nearly clenched their fists at the same time.

But they could only glare furiously at Bai Ran. As for laying a hand on him? With Tang Wutong serving as his protective talisman, forget touching Bai Ran.

Even if Bai Ran lost a single hair, they would be heartbroken.

After being forcibly removed from the Martial Soul Possession state, Tang Wutong clearly refused to accept it.

Just as she wanted to enter the Martial Soul Possession state again, she suddenly discovered that she had been "rejected."

More precisely, it was as though an administrator had muted her.

"You little bastard, don't push your luck!"

Tang Wutong turned into a streak of light and flew out of Bai Ran's body.

And the first thing she did after flying out was bite down on Bai Ran's shoulder.

Bai Ran: No one told me the Tang family's eldest miss was a dog.

"Who told you to possess me without asking for my permission?"

After Martial Soul Possession, Bai Ran's consciousness still remained in control, while Tang Wutong could only assist him.

Unless Bai Ran gave up control of his body.

"I just wanted to borrow your body and taste all this delicious food~"

As Tang Wutong spoke, her tone became somewhat aggrieved, as though Bai Ran had bullied her.

"Taking something without asking is theft. You could have discussed it with me properly.

How could I possibly agree when you just barged in like that?"

Glancing at Da Ming and Er Ming, whose faces had nearly darkened like the bottom of a pot,

Bai Ran slightly softened his attitude.

"Then can you lend me your body? Please, little brother."

For the sake of a bite to eat, the little witch had even put aside her lofty attitude.

"No."

"Hey! Don't go too far!"

A little witch was still a little witch. It took her only three seconds to go from humble pleading to losing her temper.

"Wait until I'm done eating first."

"You're actually making me eat your leftovers!"

"Eat it if you want. Forget it if you don't."

Bai Ran: Talk back one more time, and you won't even get leftovers.

"Hey, eat less! That's what I like!"

"Stop eating, stop eating! Leave some for me."

"Good little brother, my good little brother, as long as you leave this plate of roast chicken for your sister, I promise I'll never bite you again."

Under Tang Wutong's desperate pleas,

Bai Ran did leave something for Tang Wutong in the end.

He left her a large drumstick.

To be honest, Bai Ran had originally wanted to leave her the chicken's rear end.

But if he had done that, Tang Wutong probably would have exploded on the spot.