Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu

The girl had silky black hair braided into a neat scorpion braid that hung past her calves. She wore a small pink outfit that tightly wrapped her already-developing figure and slender waist.

She was none other than Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu walked up to Jiang Lan and crouched down in front of him. Looking at him, she said, "Hello, little friend. My name is Xiao Wu—the Wu from dancing."

Dugu Bo: "?"

At that moment, Dugu Bo felt as though he were dreaming.

No, where did a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast come from?

However, Dugu Bo did not make a move. Instead, he quietly concealed his aura, keeping this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast from discovering that he was a Titled Douluo.

Dugu Bo believed that since she dared to appear so openly, she must have some sort of trump card.

Ning Rongrong's eyes sparkled as she said, "Jiang Lan, can I touch you?"

Xiao Wu chimed in, "Me too."

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Lan said, "Sure, Little Guga."

Seeing Jiang Lan agree, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong planned to touch this adorable little kid.

Then they watched as Jiang Lan reached out and patted Ning Rongrong on the head, then patted Xiao Wu on the head.

Xiao Wu: "???"

Ning Rongrong: "..."

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong froze at the same time.

The two girls were crouched on the ground, their hands still hanging in midair, their poses—originally meant to pinch Jiang Lan's cheeks—stiffening in place.

Meanwhile, Jiang Lan stood on tiptoe, placing his chubby little hands atop their heads and gently patting them. His movements were as tender as if he were petting two little kittens.

"Good girls, good girls." Jiang Lan spoke in an exceedingly benevolent tone as he petted them, the hood of his penguin onesie bobbing with his movements. "You're both very cute. I like you very much, Little Guga."

The tip of Xiao Wu's scorpion braid perked up.

Ning Rongrong's ears turned red at a visible speed.

What was going on? They had clearly come to pinch this little guy's cheeks, so how had they ended up getting patted on the head by him instead?

And what was with that tone?

Good girls?

He was a six-year-old kid, and he was calling them good girls?

"Wait, wait, wait!" Xiao Wu was the first to react. She grabbed Jiang Lan's wrist, her face full of indignation. "I'm supposed to touch you, not the other way around! How did you turn it around?"

"But you said you wanted to touch me. You never said whether you'd touch me or I'd touch you." Jiang Lan tilted his head, his innocent expression making people want to roll him up and knead him. "Besides, I'm a man. How can I let girls pat me on the head? I should be the one patting you, Little Guga."

Ning Rongrong covered her face, her shoulders trembling slightly. Not from anger—she was holding back laughter.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had always been doted on and coaxed by others since childhood. No one had ever dared to speak to her in such a tone.

This little guy called her a good girl, then seriously declared that as a man, he could not let girls pat him on the head.

"You little brat, why are you so funny?" Ning Rongrong lowered her hand, her large eyes curving into crescents. Unable to hold back any longer, she reached out to pinch Jiang Lan's cheek.

Jiang Lan immediately took a step back and crossed his arms protectively over his chest. The flippers of his penguin onesie slapped crisply against the stone floor. "No! Men and women should not touch casually, Little Guga!"

"You're only six years old! Why are you talking about men and women not touching?" Xiao Wu was amused by him as well. She circled around from the other side, forming a pincer attack with Ning Rongrong.

The two reached out at once, pinching Jiang Lan's cheeks from both sides.

Ning Rongrong pinched the left side, while Xiao Wu pinched the right. Working in perfect coordination, they gently pulled outward at the same time, stretching Jiang Lan's chubby little face into a flat oval.

"Wugu—!" Jiang Lan's mouth was pulled open, and he let out a muffled protest. "You're cheating! Two against one!"

"So what if we are? Who told you to pat us on the head just now?" Xiao Wu laughed until her eyes narrowed into slits. The feel beneath her fingertips was soft and springy, like pinching a freshly steamed rice cake. After pinching him once, she could not resist doing it a second time.

Ning Rongrong was far more restrained. She released him after only two pinches, but her two fingers lingered in the air, rubbing together reluctantly as she savored the sensation.

This felt countless times better than the stress-relief toys she usually squeezed in the sect.

Zhao Wuji, Tang San, and the others standing at the entrance all wore different expressions when they saw this scene.

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms over his chest, and a helpless smile appeared on his fierce-looking face.

He had brought this group of little monsters to the Star Dou Great Forest to train. They had stopped midway for a meal, only for two girls to become captivated by a little kid in a penguin outfit.

Tang San shook his head, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his lips.

His gaze was focused more on the child in the penguin outfit. The kid looked only five or six years old, so why was he at the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest?

And who was that thin, tall old man beside him?

Dai Mubai leaned against the doorframe, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Lan before shifting to Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong. There was a hint of impatience in his voice. "Hey, that's enough. What's so fun about teasing a kid? We still have to enter the forest after eating."

Hongjun stood beside Dai Mubai and echoed him.

Oscar, however, felt completely differently.

Watching Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong compete to pinch that child's cheeks, he had only one thought.

If only I were six years old too. Ning Rongrong's smile was so sweet when she pinched that kid's cheeks.

Zhu Zhuqing still wore her icy expression, but inwardly, she envied Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu. She wanted to pinch Jiang Lan too.

doro lay sprawled across the table, calmly gnawing on an orange and turning a blind eye to everything happening around it.

Even as it watched Jiang Lan's face get kneaded by the two girls, it did not go over to help. It even rolled over, exposing its belly and settling into a more comfortable position.

Its worldview was simple: as long as there was good food, nothing was a problem.

Besides, Jiang Lan was thick-skinned and tough. Getting pinched a couple of times would not cost him a piece of flesh.

The other diners in the restaurant also looked over. Seeing a child in a penguin outfit being surrounded and thoroughly kneaded by two beautiful girls, they found the sight both amusing and heartwarming.

One burly man even laughed and said to his companion, "Look at that kid. He's like a lump of dough. Who wouldn't want to pinch him a couple of times?"

Hearing that, Jiang Lan finally managed to break free from Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's fingers. He turned toward the burly man and seriously retorted, "I'm not dough! I'm the future Sea God!"

The entire restaurant went silent for a second before erupting into even louder laughter.

No one took his words seriously. A six-year-old claiming he would become the future Sea God was like a six-year-old saying he would become emperor when he grew up—something to simply laugh off.