Lu Ning ignored Zhu Zhuqing's words.
He held her waist.
He poured everything into her.
Only then did their battle come to an end.
Lu Ning reached out to stroke those still-trembling cat ears. Zhu Zhuqing curled into a ball, and he casually pulled over the blanket and covered her, completely concealing her perfect, delicate body.
He gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's exquisite cheek.
The sound of breathing gradually grew steady.
Early the next morning.
Lu Ning had just climbed out of bed.
He sensed several presences suddenly appear in the sky above Shrek.
But those presences were restrained and did not seem hostile.
"Hmm?"
Lu Ning instantly identified who they belonged to.
He strode outside.
Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo hovered in midair. Beside them, Ning Rongrong was supported by Bone Douluo's soul power, likewise suspended in the sky.
Lu Ning looked up.
His gaze met Ning Fengzhi's.
The smile on Ning Fengzhi's face was gentle.
"Xiao Ning."
"Rongrong said her martial soul evolved because of an immortal herb you gave her?"
Although Ning Fengzhi did his utmost to calm himself, he still could not suppress his excitement when he spoke. Even Lu Ning could clearly see the anticipation in his eyes.
"Yes."
Lu Ning nodded slightly.
Ning Fengzhi asked impatiently, "Do you have any more of this immortal herb?"
Lu Ning shook his head repeatedly.
"No."
"I can't speak for the entire continent, but I really only found one of this kind of immortal herb. I kept seeds so more could grow, but even in a place blessed by the creative power of heaven and earth, it would still take eighty to a hundred years before they might mature. Whether they could be used then is another matter entirely."
When Ning Fengzhi heard this,
his blazing enthusiasm seemed to