Contribute?
You want me to contribute?
What the hell am I supposed to contribute?!
Qingzhi's face twisted into a ferocious grimace.
After a long while, a sudden spark flashed through her mind. As though she had remembered something terribly difficult to say aloud, she twitched her eyebrows vigorously, like two little worms writhing and rolling about, until her entire face took on an inexplicable expression.
"Going mad again?"
Wei Lingjiang pressed a hand to her forehead, the corner of her mouth tugging slightly.
But she quickly restrained that faint hint of amusement, merely forcing out an absentminded laugh.
In the past, even with her own master beside her, the sight of Qingzhi's ridiculous antics would have made her reach out to tug that chubby face and joke with the little girl.
But now, all she felt was a wavering, inexplicably strange heaviness.
As though she stood at the very bottom of a dark abyss of water, barely able to breathe!
"You're not planning a beauty trap, are you? That's... not very appropriate, is it?"
Qingzhi noticed nothing yet. She merely spun her thoughts at full speed and said, baring her teeth:
"You want Lady Qingzhi herself to take the field and seduce the ruler of Void Sovereign Heaven, that Red Essence Mol... Mold..."
"Red Essence Molding Ten Thousand Blessings Divine King."
True Lord Zhuojing supplied the name.
"Right! Red Essence Molding Ten Thousand Blessings Divine King!"
Qingzhi slapped her forehead and waggled her eyebrows:
"Don't tell me you want me to win that fellow over? Then whisper into his ear in bed and get him to take back the Wind-Fire Meditation Cushion he lent Wei Shao?! Impossible! I'm telling you! Absolutely impossible!"
Knitting her two silkworm-pupa eyebrows, she planted her hands on her hips and shouted with perfect self-righteousness:
"Even