When Did She, Ning Rongrong, Ever Suffer Such Grievance!

"Eldest miss, this drink is called Happy Otaku Water, and its taste can be called peerless. I guarantee you have never drunk it before."

After speaking, Ning Wen straightened up, revealing a smile he considered bright and sunny.

Looking at his silly grin, the few people present were all stunned.

Was this ******* the same person?

Calling others “This Seat” with every breath.

The tone was as arrogant as could be.

Yet on the surface he looked like a complete fool.

He was acting way too well!

This contrast made Ning Rongrong almost unable to catch her breath, and she even lost the thought of calling him to account.

Besides, how did the saying go?

One does not hit a smiling person!

If she couldn't hear this fellow's inner voice, she really would have been fooled by this honest and simple face.

What kind of person was this guy that her father made a special trip for?

Was the inner voice she heard his doing?

Should she ask him?

No... if she asked him, wouldn't it be exposed that she could hear his inner voice?

No, no--!

She wanted to see what else the other party would say bad about her.

And was the content of this so-called inner voice true or false?

"Then I'll try it!"

Ning Rongrong squeezed a stiff smile onto her pretty face.

"Open it like this to drink!"

With that, Ning Wen unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Fine bubbles rose inside the bottle.

Ning Rongrong curiously leaned closer and sniffed it; there was a sweet scent.

However, why did this water look like it was bubbling as if it were poisonous?

A bit frightening!!!

In other words, wouldn't this hypocritical fellow want to poison her to death?

Ning Rongrong immediately looked at Ning Wen with full vigilance.

However, thinking that Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone were both at the scene, she slightly set her mind at ease.

Then Ning Rongrong tentatively took a small sip.

The ice-cold liquid carried a bunch of carbonation, exploding in her mouth!

"This is just too delicious!"

Ning Rongrong widened her dual pupils, staring at the Cola in her hand.

As soon as her voice fell, she picked up the Cola bottle.

And took several more big gulps.

"Hiccup..."

Because she drank too fast, Ning Rongrong accidentally let out a hiccup.

At this moment, the voice pack sounded again...

Damn it! This Seat's Happy Otaku Water! That stupid woman ruined it!

What kind of situation is this life? That stupid woman should clearly have ignored This Seat the entire time!

Could it be that This Seat's being reborn caused a Butterfly Effect?

That's right, it must be like this!

This time, This Seat must reject that engagement that makes This Seat feel humiliated!

So, stupid woman, stop pestering This Seat; This Seat doesn't fancy you at all!

Ning Wen: "..."

He swore this absolutely was not his own thought.

How great were the support-type rich girls!

And Ning Rongrong was currently young, so there was completely a chance to mold her into his ideal shape.

So what if she couldn't cook?

Ning Wen couldn't either, alright!

The voice pack was simply boasting there!

If he really had that culinary skill surpassing the God of Cookery and the God of Emotions, he wouldn't have had to work overtime every day in his past life.

Ning Rongrong was truly unable to endure any longer.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Usually everyone coaxed her! And pampered her!

This bastard actually dared to scold her like this in his heart!

Calling her "stupid woman" with every breath!

When did she, Ning Rongrong, ever suffer such grievance!

She couldn't care less whether Ning Wen was reborn or playing the god and playing the devil?

"What is the deal with your inner voice--"

Ning Rongrong just opened her mouth, preparing to sternly interrogate.

The next second.

Her voice vanished out of thin air.

Her mouth was clearly moving, yet her throat could not produce any sound.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed, and refusing to accept it, she opened her mouth again.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't let out a trace of sound.

It was as if a mysterious, irresistible force forcibly erased the words related to it.

As long as it didn't involve Ning Wen's inner voice, she could speak normally again.

Noticing this, Ning Rongrong widened her eyes in terror, and the look she directed at Ning Wen carried an unmasked shock.

Seeing this scene, Ning Fengzhi and the other two seemed to realize something and tried to speak one after another.

Yet without exception, as long as it was content involving the inner voice, it was all automatically erased.

Even a Super Douluo like Chen Xin was no exception.

Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other, all seeing the solemnity in each other's eyes.

The grand hall plunged into a bizarre silence.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's mouth open and close without a sound, Ning Wen was completely dumbfounded.

In other words, did Ning Rongrong have this hobby in the original work?

Hmph! You ungrateful woman! This Seat gave you the only bottle of Happy Otaku Water to drink, and not saying thank you is one thing, but you're also putting on a mime show here!

Won't she suddenly come out and say this is poison later on!

With this Little Witch's personality, she can indeed do this kind of thing.

Come on! This Seat is waiting right here for you!

The cold voice rang in everyone's minds once more.

Ning Rongrong clenched her pink fists tightly.

In the heart of this bastard before her eyes, was she really that bad?

Just when Ning Rongrong was somewhat doubting life, the sound of the system rang out in Ning Wen's mind instead:

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for obtaining the Critical Hit Reward: Martial Soul Asura Armor (improved version)!]

Hearing this reward, Ning Wen's heart pounded wildly.

Although the Asura Armor couldn't compare to the Emperor Armor, for the entire Douluo Plane, it could also be called a dimensional reduction strike.

It was just that the setting of the Asura Armor was that only by possessing the strongest breath between heaven and earth could one unleash the normal power of the Asura Armor itself.

This strongest breath was divided into righteous breath and evil breath; righteousness could make a king, and evil could make a demon.

Yet Ning Wen was an ordinary person in his past life, and he certainly didn't think he possessed this so-called strongest breath.

However, under the mighty power of the system, the Asura Armor transforming into his Martial Soul should have corresponding changes.

At worst, it wouldn't be too bad.

At the very least, it guaranteed Twin Martial Souls.

After all, Ning Wen himself already possessed a Martial Soul.

One second passed.

Five seconds passed.

One minute passed.

Ning Wen still didn't feel any changes happening to his body.

Could it be fake...

He raised an eyebrow slightly, then realized: No, I probably have to wait until the day of the Martial Soul Awakening.

"Umm, is there something you need?"

Ning Wen reined in his thoughts, and when he raised his eyes, he met Ning Rongrong's gaze, which was still fixed intently on him.

"It's nothing. This Cola is delicious. I... was just thinking about what I should give you as a return gift."

Ning Rongrong's expression stiffened, but she quickly recovered, laughed it off, and changed the subject.

"Um... thank you for the young miss's kindness."

Ning Wen was stunned, and hurriedly waved his hands. "No need, no need. Really no need!"

Wasn't it said that Ning Rongrong came from a prominent background and was deeply doted on by her elders, causing her to develop a spoiled, willful, and self-centered young miss temper since childhood?

From the looks of it now, she didn't seem like that at all!

After drinking a can of his Cola, she was already thinking about returning the favor.

How was this any little witch? She was clearly a little angel!