"Xiao Lan, how come you can never finish all your snacks?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Xiao Lan, who was stuffing food into her mouth every day, feeling quite helpless and troubled. She was planning to control
Xiao Lan when she ran out of snacks. "Hehe, Sister Rongrong, Xiao Lan is the younger sister, and the other sisters will buy food for Xiao Lan." Xiao Lan proudly waved the storage soul tool in her hand. She ran to Liu Erlong's side, hugged her arm, and said with a grin: "And Sister Erlong even gave Xiao Lan all the prize money she won after each match in the preliminary rounds." "Now, Xiao Lan is already a little rich girl!" Xiao Lan put her hands on her hips, tilted her swan neck, and looked at Ning Rongrong triumphantly. "Puhaha, then can Xiao Lan treat Sister Xiao Wu to a month of big meals?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but laugh, leaving Liu Erlong's embrace, hugging Xiao Lan's soft body, and gently sniffing her. Even Ye Lingling couldn't help but smile. Although Xiao Lan's body was growing rapidly, her mind was still that of a child. Hearing Xiao Wu's words, Xiao Lan readily agreed. "Of course, no problem! Sister Xiao Wu, just share the carrots Brother gave me with Xiao Lan a few times." "..." Xiao Wu's face changed, turning red with displeasure. She immediately pushed Xiao Lan away from her arms and gently poked her forehead. "You little rascal, I only asked you for some money, and you dare to ask me for someone!" "Waaah." Xiao Lan pitifully covered her slightly reddened forehead. Liu Erlong blushed, unsure how to comfort her; if it were her, she wouldn't want to exchange either. Ye Lingling even spat. She had actually thought Xiao Lan was still childish; how ridiculous! The carrots Ye Qiu gave Xiao Wu—were they for a child to eat? The other girls, understanding the culprit behind Xiao Lan's change, cast resentful glances at Ning Rongrong. This extraordinary woman, who had never seen blood but was already a veteran of countless battles and adept at using various techniques, was someone Ning Rongrong understood. Ning Rongrong knew her image as a little devil had been completely replaced by that of a fujoshi (a woman obsessed with BL). In the eyes of the other women, this was an unchangeable fact. It was because Ning Rongrong often told them embarrassing, bawdy jokes, and sometimes when teaching Xiao Lan, she would only say a few words. But Xiao Lan, to save face, pretended to understand, frequently coming to ask Dugu Yan, Xiao Wu, and Liu Erlong questions . Even though Liu Erlong was always thoroughly tormented by Ye Qiu, she still felt a chill run down her spine. Gradually, Ning Rongrong gave up struggling and became even more unrestrained. Only in front of Ye Qiu would she restrain herself, showing her ladylike, refined side—of course, only when they weren't doing anything. Therefore, facing the accusing and reproachful gazes of the other women, Ning Rongrong remained fearless. She curled her lip and gave a cold snort. "Hmph! With your paltry sum of money, you can't even afford a single table at my family's banquet. You dare call yourself a rich woman?" "Besides, at your rate, you won't last long." As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong was never afraid of anyone. Her father was richer than a country. "It's alright. Xiao Lan can go to Sister Rongrong's house. Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone will dote on Xiao Lan." Xiao Lan grinned, raising her little hand happily to introduce her sugar daddy to Ning Rongrong. "And, and, Uncle Ning, Grandpa Dugu, Big Brother Crown Prince, Grandpa White Crane... um... let's skip Grandpa White Crane, he doesn't eat as well as Xiao Lan." "..." Hearing Xiao Lan's words, Bai Chenxiang blushed slightly, giving Xiao Lan a embarrassed and annoyed glare. "Pfft."
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Jiangzhu was also amused by Xiaolan and softly apologized on Xiaolan's behalf to Bai Chenxiang beside her.
"Miss Rongrong, it seems Xiaolan has stolen your home."
Dugu Yan looked at Ning Rongrong with schadenfreude. It seemed that Xiaolan was now half Ning Rongrong.
Since Xiaolan didn't need to cultivate
, Ye Qiu naturally had to cultivate himself while urging the women to cultivate.
Xiaolan, being all alone, was naturally bored.
She could only wander around, relying on her sweet words and charming appearance to easily win people over.
"Ah, Xiaolan! When did you become so cunning!"
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.
The gluttonous Xiaolan could actually be self-sufficient. Wouldn't she be unable to control this little girl in the future?
"Alright, alright, everyone, let's hurry up and cultivate the Purple Demon Eye. Let my husband and Sister Zhuqing sleep a little longer."
Liu Erlong interrupted the women's playfulness at the right time, taking over Ye Qiu's work and urging them to complete their cultivation plan.
"Hmph! That bastard must have made Zhu Qing use the Netherworld Shadow Clone Technique."
Ning Rongrong said helplessly.
Having six clones undoubtedly meant eighteen more paths for Ye Qiu to freely enter and exit.
The women cultivated the Purple Demon Eye.
When the purple aura in the sky dissipated and rays of sunlight shone down from the horizon,
they were already busy in the kitchen.
Working together,
they quickly prepared breakfast. After the meal, Ye Qiu still hadn't come out of his room.
The women looked at each other in bewilderment.
...
Star Luo Empire.
Inside the First Prince's residence.
Outside Davis's bedroom, there was no one, but a tiger's roar could be heard from inside.
"Why! Why did you hurt Zhu Yun?!"
Davis clutched his head, looking like a madman, his yellow hair even tinged with black mist.
His roar sounded like a question to someone.
His muscular body seemed out of place, his movements very uncoordinated.
Suddenly, black light appeared in his pupils.
His voice changed from anger to calm, cold, and gave off a sense of superiority.
"I said that's nothing but a handful of dust, while we are gods, immortal gods."
Those words, filled with majesty, were so arrogant.
Yet, coming from his mouth, they were so proper and unquestionable.
"Enough! You monster, get out of my body!"
Davis roared, seemingly resisting the black mist.
Under his resistance, the black light in his eyes gradually dissipated,
only to reappear.
This time, however, only his left eye remained black; the other struggled.
His noble face was now a mask of two extremes:
noble and imposing, evil and cold.
The left face frowned, showing some impatience with Davis's struggle.
But for the sake of the bigger picture ,
the black mist suddenly spoke up, explaining,
"I just noticed something was wrong with her fourth spirit ring. Injuring her... was just an accident."
"I don't believe it!"
The right face was filled with rage.
He couldn't understand what could be wrong with a spirit ring.
His left cheek, shrouded in black mist, seemed impatient; it had been years since he'd explained himself to such an ant.
"Believe it or not."