“If you feel comfortable, I’ll reward you with lots of gold soul coins.”
Ning Rongrong said with a rather proud air.
“A lot of gold soul coins?”
Meng Chen looked at Ning Rongrong’s arrogant little face, which seemed to say “Hurry up and thank me!” and couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
He immediately crossed his arms and covered the rabbit ears on his head, raised his chin slightly, and refused without hesitation in a childish voice.
“No!
Gold soul coins can’t be eaten, and my ears are on my own head, why should I let you touch them?”
“You…you actually dared to refuse me!”
Ning Rongrong’s big, dark eyes widened in shock, and she was completely stunned.
In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, from her father Ning Fengzhi, who is the sect leader, to her grandfathers Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, two titled Douluo who are famous throughout the continent, they all dote on her like a precious treasure.
Even the most talented direct descendants in the sect, which one of them didn’t fawn over her and try to curry favor with her?
Now, all she wanted to do was touch the rabbit’s ears, but this little brat not only didn’t appreciate it, he even dared to put on a disgusted expression!
“No way!
I’m going to touch it today!”
The little witch, her willful nature aroused, stomped her foot, let out a coquettish cry, rolled up her two embroidered gold sleeves, and pounced on Meng Chen with bared teeth and claws.
Hey!
Are you even being reasonable?!
Meng Chen was startled and nimbly dodged to the side, deftly avoiding Ning Rongrong’s lunge.
In terms of physical strength, he could send ten Ning Rongrongs flying on the spot.
But…
he can’t really do it!
This is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, an indispensable key ally for Qian Renxue in her plot to seize the throne of the Heaven Dou Empire.
If she accidentally hurt the little witch, even by the slightest hair, the relationship between Qian Renxue and Ning Fengzhi would immediately become strained.
“I have so much strength, but I can’t even beat a little girl…
It’s so frustrating!”
Meng Chen inwardly groaned, and could only flee through the flower-filled garden corridors.
“Stop right there!
You little brat, stop right there!”
Ning Rongrong missed her target, which made her even more furious.
She was used to a life of luxury and comfort; how could she possibly outrun the physically strong Meng Chen?
Instead, she was exhausted, panting and covered in sweat.
The more Meng Chen tried to dodge, the more frantic Ning Rongrong’s obsession with getting what she wanted became.
Ning Rongrong frantically waved and scratched in the air, chasing Meng Chen back and forth on the artificial hill and the cobblestone path, relentlessly pursuing him.
“Ouch!”
Just as Meng Chen rounded a rugged Taihu rockery, Ning Rongrong behind him let out a panicked cry.
It turned out that Ning Rongrong was chasing too fast and accidentally stepped on the hem of her own pleated ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), causing her to lose her balance and fall forward with a scream!
Directly in front of her was a sharp rock.
With Ning Rongrong’s delicate body, if she were hit, disfigurement would be the least of her worries; she could even seriously injure her bones and muscles.
“careful!”
Meng Chen turned around abruptly upon hearing the noise.
Damn it!
If something really happens here, Brother Xue’s entire plan will be ruined!
In that critical moment, Meng Chen didn’t even have time to think.
His soul power surged and exploded on the bluestone slab beneath his feet with a barely perceptible thud.
He was thrown back against the current like an arrow released from a bow.
Just as Ning Rongrong was about to collide with him, Meng Chen slid down to his knees and stepped in front of her without hesitation, his small body blocking her way.
He grabbed Ning Rongrong and pulled her into his arms, then rolled hard onto the lawn to the side!
“Bang!”
A dull thud was heard.
Meng Chen’s broad, muscular back slammed solidly against the artificial rock wall, and then the two of them fell onto the soft grass, rolling around three times before finally coming to a stop.
Meng Chen became a “human cushion” to protect Ning Rongrong.
Of course, for someone with his powerful physique, this impact was no different from a tickle.
On the contrary, Ning Rongrong, who was being held tightly in his arms, was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly, her face turned pale, and she clung to Meng Chen’s collar, trembling all over.
“Hey, you tsundere, are you alright?”
Meng Chen let out a long sigh of relief and patted the little girl in his arms with a hint of annoyance.
Upon hearing the sound, Ning Rongrong shakily opened her eyes.
When she saw her surroundings and realized she was lying in Meng Chen’s arms, she immediately knew that it was this boy who had saved her.
The little witch, still shaken, felt her chest heave violently.
The panic in Ning Rongrong’s eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a sly glint!
He then said with a smile.
“Hmph!
Gotcha!”
Ning Rongrong giggled, completely disregarding the danger she had just faced.
With lightning speed, her hands, like nimble snakes emerging from their holes, grabbed Meng Chen’s pair of furry ears on his head!
The fabric is so smooth and warm to the touch that it makes you want to groan!
“Wow!
So soft!
It feels so good!”
Ning Rongrong lay on Meng Chen’s chest like a little miser who had just snatched a favorite toy, her hands happily and wantonly kneading Meng Chen’s ear tips and soft bones.
“Ugh…!
Let…let me go!”
The ears were one of the most sensitive and vulnerable core areas of Meng Chen’s bloodline.
When Ning Rongrong rubbed them so haphazardly, an extremely tingling electric current instantly swept through his limbs and bones.
Meng Chen’s body went limp, her pretty face instantly turning bright red.
She lost most of her strength to struggle and could only grit her teeth and growl in exasperation.
…
Not far away, in a lakeside pavilion.
The windowsill was half-closed, and Ning Fengzhi, holding a celadon teacup, was smiling as he talked with Qian Renxue.
But his gaze pierced through the carved windows, taking in the entire dramatic scene that had unfolded on the lawn.
This includes the entire process of Ning Rongrong nearly hitting a rock and getting injured, and Meng Chen selflessly sacrificing himself to cushion Rongrong’s fall at the last moment.
Ning Fengzhi paused slightly with his long, slender fingers holding the teacup, and a rare look of emotion and approval flashed across his deep eyes.
“Remaining calm in the face of danger, sacrificing himself to protect others…
Not only is he extremely agile, but what is even more rare is this pure and profound character.”
Ning Fengzhi took a sip of the Spirit Mist Tea and nodded to himself, feeling a sense of goodwill towards the little boy he was meeting for the first time.
To instinctively protect others in the face of life and death—such a pure heart is truly rarer than even some geniuses in the treacherous world of soul masters.
Immediately, Ning Fengzhi stood up, and Qian Renxue followed him.