Watching the two of them act so blindly optimistic.
Tang San said nothing. He was nowhere near as optimistic as Oscar and Ma Hongjun.
In this world, never mind gathering the Shrek Seven Monsters.
Even if every God King in the Divine Realm came here, they would still die if they triggered a certain-death rule.
Tang San's gaze passed over the two excited men and fixed on Ning Rongrong, who stood nearby with the Ghost Qipao in her hands.
Although the girl before him still had that familiar face, her bearing had changed completely.
The indifference and rationality that seeped from her very bones, along with a chill steeped in countless lives' worth of blood, sent shivers down his spine.
Tang San stepped forward, his piercing gaze fixed on her.
"Should I call you Rongrong, or Red Ning?"
Tang San's voice was calm, but carried a hint of probing.
He was trying to determine whether the person before him was still the teammate he had once known.
At Tang San's question.
A gentle smile bloomed on Red Ning's pale, indifferent face.
It looked exactly like the smile of the spoiled yet innocent little princess from their days at Shrek Academy.
"Either is fine, Brother San." Even Red Ning's voice took on a soft sweetness, without the slightest flaw.
Purple light appeared in Tang San's eyes once more.
He activated his Purple Demon Eye, scrutinizing every tiny expression on Red Ning's face, every twitch of her muscles, and even every shift in her eyes.
There was no flaw.
His observations revealed no sign that these emotions were deliberately feigned.
Tang San inwardly breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He thought that although Ning Rongrong had undergone a brutal transformation and changed her name.
Deep down, she was still the girl she