Zhu Zhuqing Favorability 100%, Conquest Successful

Zhu Zhuqing furrowed her dark brows slightly, looking at the familiar feather in confusion.

"What is this?"

"This is a feather Lin Yan gave me; it stores his healing soul skill."

Saying this, Ning Rongrong handed the feather, which stored Lin Yan's first soul skill, over to Zhu Zhuqing.

"If you hold it, you'll get the corresponding healing effect."

This time Zhu Zhuqing didn't push it away again; after all, after a whole night of communication, she really was very sore between her legs right now, and she figured this feather should be able to ease it a bit.

The young girl gripped the feather tightly and said to Ning Rongrong.

"Then... thank you."

"You're welcome. Anyway, the soul power stored in these two feathers is almost used up by me anyway, I'll just ask Lin Yan for a few more later."

Mentioning Lin Yan, Ning Rongrong's pair of pretty eyes were full of smugness.

This feeling of intentionally or unintentionally showing off her boyfriend in front of others really gave her a great sense of achievement.

Before long, seeing that he had finished giving all the instructions he needed to give, Flender simply waved his big hand and said.

"Alright, let's move out!"

Led by Zhao Wuji, the mighty group thus set off on the road to the Star Dou Great Forest.

Along the way, Ning Rongrong seemed to have automatic adsorption, naturally seeking out Lin Yan and holding hands with him, looking extremely sweet.

"Eh? When did you start wearing glasses?"

The young girl looked at the gold-rimmed semi-rimless glasses perched on the bridge of Lin Yan's nose. Although it made him look scholarly and gentle, and even more handsome, a trace of doubt still appeared on her small face.

Lin Yan smiled and proactively took off the glasses, handing them to Ning Rongrong.

"Want to try them?"

Ning Rongrong skeptically took the glasses and put them on herself.

Soon, a line of information appeared right at the top of Tang San's head in her field of vision.

"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass, Clear Sky Hammer."

"Level: 29."

"Soul Ring: Yellow, Yellow."

Because they were the "Tier 2 Soul Guidance Information Retrieval Glasses", they could currently only display three pieces of soul master information, but just these three were enough to make Ning Rongrong open her small mouth in shock.

"Ah? Why is this?"

"And why does Tang San have two... Wuwu~"

Before Ning Rongrong could finish speaking, Lin Yan was quick-eyed and quick-handed, covering her mouth with a palm.

"Shh! Don't say it out loud!"

Lin Yan put on an exaggeratedly nervous expression, then directly reached out and took the glasses off Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong came to her senses, only then realizing what she had just seen.

"Lin Yan! Did you make this thing? You're too amazing! How many more good things do you even have?"

Lin Yan wore a smug look.

With the system's crafting bench, he currently had quite a few novel little gadgets in his storage soul tool.

Just like this "Soul Guidance Information Retrieval Glasses" right now, which was one of the Tier 2 soul tools, as well as the "Short-Range Soul Guidance Communicator", the "Simple Soul Guidance Thruster", and so on...

All in all, the existence of the crafting bench added a lot of technological flavor to this era that worshipped martial souls as truth.

"Let me play with it a little longer~ What other fun things do you have, hurry up and take them out for me to see."

"None, that's all for now."

"Liars! You definitely still have..."

Along the way, Ning Rongrong and Lin Yan bickered and played, having a wonderful time.

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to this joy at the tail end of the team, Dai Mubai was staring darkly at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhu Zhuqing, do you plan on treating me this coldly the whole time?"

"Didn't you come to Shrek just to find me? Yet now that you've found me, you're putting on a cold face to me again."

Seemingly due to Lin Yan's intervention, Zhu Zhuqing was even colder to Dai Mubai right now than in the original work, and a faint hint of disdain even flashed at the corners of her eyes.

This was something Dai Mubai simply could not accept.

Accustomed to throwing his weight around at Shrek Academy and acting as a dissolute young master in Soto City, Dai Mubai finally couldn't maintain his facade anymore at this moment, arguing fiercely with Zhu Zhuqing while following the advancing team.

"Zhu Zhuqing, we're both people of the royal family, and we're not young anymore! We understand everything!"

"Aren't you just minding that I went to hook up with women at the brothel before? At worst, I promise you from now on, I'll never go to the brothel again, alright?"

Faced with Dai Mubai's exasperation, Zhu Zhuqing still wore a cold expression and said.

"Whatever, go wherever you like. Who says I had to come all the way from Xingluo to Tiandou just to find you?"

Dai Mubai wore a weird expression upon hearing this.

"Ah? What are you talking about? If you didn't come to find me, why enroll in Shrek?"

"To cultivate, of course."

"You..."

Dai Mubai was at a loss for words for a moment. As his gaze swept over the exaggerated curves of Zhu Zhuqing's body, his eyes held both greed and unwillingness!

"Dammit!"

"This woman already came looking for me on her own, yet she's kept me from touching her for so long..."

That's right! The reason Dai Mubai lost his temper with Zhu Zhuqing today was because Zhu Zhuqing consistently refused to let him touch her, not even holding hands.

You must know that before Zhu Zhuqing arrived, Dai Mubai practically ran to the brothel every three days. Twin sisters, mature beauties, sweet and tender maidines—he would scatter gold soul coins on the ground, and swarms of women would actively press themselves against him.

Ever since Zhu Zhuqing arrived at Shrek, in order to put on an act in front of her and establish a persona of a "prodigal son returning", he hadn't been to the brothel for nearly a week.

After all, although those women in the brothel had some small charm, compared to Zhu Zhuqing's full breasts and plump buttocks, they fell short by more than just a little bit.

Dai Mubai believed that as long as he endured for a while and coaxed this woman, he would definitely get his hands on Zhu Zhuqing.

However...

Barely a week had passed, and his patience had completely run out.

"Fine! Here to cultivate, is it..."

Exasperated, Dai Mubai directly tore away the fig leaf between the two of them.

"When you boil it down, you just stubbornly refuse to be my woman, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Zhuqing's expression noticeably stagnated.

Be his woman?

It seemed this phrase touched her reverse scale, and the young girl's originally cold expression instantly turned incomparably angry.

This time, she was no longer cold, instead staring dead-set at Dai Mubai with eyes spitting flames of anger as she said.

Dai Mubai! Besides those things every day, is there nothing else in your brain?

Be your woman! Be your woman! Can you not live without a woman?

The imperial throne competition is imminent; the winner lives, the loser dies! Instead of properly cultivating to prepare to win the struggle, every day your brain is just women! Women!

You're a prince! You...

At this point, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to have lost all hope in the man before her, her anger turning into unwillingness as she left behind a final remark filled with disappointment.

How on earth did the royal family arrange such good-for-nothing as you to be my fiance?

"What did you say?"

Hearing the word good-for-nothing, Dai Mubai instantly bristled.

He no longer cared whether the people around them were watching a joke, nor did he care about the facade between the two of them, immediately flying into a rage.

"Zhu Zhuqing! Am I giving you too much face? Your Zhu family is nothing more than a dog raised by my family. Me taking a fancy to you is your honor, do you really think you're someone important?"

"Do you believe—"

"Dai Mubai!"

Before Dai Mubai could finish what he was about to say, Zhao Wuji at the very front of the team finally let out a reprimand.

"I'm still right here, what do you think you're doing?"

Dai Mubai glanced at the anger showing on Zhao Wuji's rugged face, then looked at the complex-looking Zhu Zhuqing, and ultimately, he didn't continue roaring.

Yet at the same time, Lin Yan curled the corners of his mouth beside Ning Rongrong.

For no other reason than the system prompt ringing out: [Zhu Zhuqing's favorability has reached 100%, reward gift pack has been issued!]

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