"Of course Grandpa will take殿下's orders seriously, especially with a recipe."
Dugu Yan looked at Qian Renjue with complete obedience.
Their Dugu family's lives...
Whether now or in the future, were given by Qian Renjue.
Watching the small porcelain bottle being received by Qian Renjue.
Dugu Yan couldn't help but remind him:
"殿下, please be careful, Grandpa said the poison's toxicity is simply unheard of."
"Yes, I'm aware of that."
Qian Renjue smiled and nodded, storing the small porcelain bottle in the system space.
He reached out and touched Dugu Yan's beautiful hair.
He raised his eyes to look at Ye Lingling, who had already helped him serve the soup and was waiting for him to take his seat.
"Alright, let's eat."
"Okay."
Dugu Yan's face flushed red.
She took Qian Renjue's hand, brought it to her lips, and gently kissed it.
"Uh—"
Qian Renjue was stunned, looking helplessly at Dugu Yan.
"Yan'er, aren't you afraid that the porcelain bottle might have poison on it?"
"Yan Nu is not afraid."
Dugu Yan shook her head gently, her face red.
She still remembered the special identity that Miss Xue had arranged for her.
As the Saint Son 殿下's personal maid...
What's wrong with getting close?!
"Alright."
Qian Renjue was helpless.
He pinched the slender hands of the two women beside him, pulling Dugu Yan and Ling Yuan towards the table.
"Lingling, I'll send you back to the academy after dinner."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
Ye Lingling took off the veil covering her pretty face.
She smiled brightly.
This was an extremely gentle smile that only existed in front of Qian Renjue.
Qian Renjue sat beside her.
He leaned slightly towards her, capturing her delicate lips as a pre-dinner dessert.
Ye Lingling swallowed shyly.
She loved everything about Jue.
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While Qian Renjue was having lunch with Ye Lingling.
Far away, outside of Heaven Dou City, within a complex of buildings dominated by a tall tower.
In a relatively pristine and cool forest.
There stood a little girl with short pink hair, her pinkish-purple eyes filled with resentment.
Her pretty face was stained with fine sweat.
Pouting her pink lips, she raised her slender left arm.
Aiming the hidden weapon on her wrist at the tree in front of her.
Her delicate fingers trembled slightly, and three cold lights shot out, nailing into the tree trunk.
The three arrows made only one sound.
This was enough to show the high quality of the silent sleeve arrow on the little girl's wrist.
"Saint Son 哥哥~ You big liar!"
Ning Rongrong trotted to the bottom of the tree, kicking the tree roots with her little feet.
Venting the dissatisfaction in her heart.
"This sleeve arrow is so boring, Rongrong doesn't care about your gift~"
"Big liar! You don't even come to see Rongrong..."
"You clearly promised! You're even worse than Rongrong!"
"..."
Ning Rongrong took the arrows and kept carving something on the tree trunk.
If you got closer.
You could see that on that thick tree, wherever Ning Rongrong could reach,
Was carved full of Qian Renjue's name.
Not far away, in a waterside pavilion used for escaping the summer heat.
Ning Fengzhi pushed up his glasses, looking at his obedient daughter venting alone in the distance.
A hint of helpless smile on his face.
"It seems that it shouldn't be a big problem even if Rongrong doesn't eat lunch."
"Fengzhi, how are you being a father?"
Beside him, Bone Douluo stood on the railing, hugging the large pillar of the pavilion.
He turned his head and glared at Ning Fengzhi.
"Rongrong Little Princess is about to starve herself, and you can still laugh."
"Bone Uncle, I can't help it either."
Ning Fengzhi smiled wryly.
It wasn't him who made his precious daughter sulk.
"Hmph!"
Sword Douluo, standing on the pointed roof of the pavilion, snorted coldly.
"Isn't he accompanying the Ye family's little girl? I'll go and grab him right now."
"Yes! Little Sword Sword, let's go grab him now!"
Bone Douluo shouted.
Qian Renjue was really too hateful!
He made Rongrong Little Princess angry and didn't even want to play with them!
"Sword Uncle, Bone Uncle, haven't you noticed?"
Ning Fengzhi didn't stop them, but instead leaned on his crutch and raised his index finger to tap his glasses.
He said with a smile:
"Every time Saint Son appears in Heaven Dou City, he appears suddenly, and then disappears suddenly."
Sword Douluo flipped down from the roof.
Hanging upside down on the eaves, the falling hair naturally combed, like a downward sword blade.
"Fengzhi, what do you mean by this?"
"What I mean is, wanting to block Saint Son is not a simple matter."
Ning Fengzhi's eyes showed admiration.
"Space ability!"
Bone Douluo easily thought of the key, which was the space attribute he himself possessed.
"That's right!"
Ning Fengzhi nodded, analyzing:
"Saint Son should possess some kind of soul skill or soul bone skill that allows him to travel back and forth between Spirit Hall and Heaven Dou City in a very short amount of time."
Sword Douluo's white sword-like eyebrows furrowed, his face even more angry, and he said indignantly:
"According to what you said, that kid is even more infuriating!"
"He clearly has such a convenient soul skill, why doesn't he come to see our Rongrong?"
"Little Sword Sword is right, even more infuriating!"
Although Bone Douluo was surprised by Qian Renjue's space ability.
He was even more afraid of Ning Rongrong being sad.
"Heh, there's no way around it, Saint Son probably thinks Rongrong is a little too young and not easy to make a move on."
Ning Fengzhi had a wry smile on his face.
Looking at his daughter under the shade of the trees, taking up two Zhuge Divine Crossbows again, venting her anger.
"So cute when she's small..."
Bone Douluo squatted on the railing, his eyes filled with doting.
He didn't mention catching Qian Renjue again.
Instead, he asked curiously: "Speaking of which, Fengzhi, what is the gift he sent this time?"
"..."
Ning Fengzhi was silent for a moment.
He said faintly: "It's still the kind of thing collectively called hidden weapons, called 含沙射影. I've seen it, it can cause damage to Soul Sovereigns without soul power!"
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words.
Sword and Bone were both somewhat silent, their eyes revealing solemnity.
It was natural that just killing Soul Sovereigns wasn't much.
But adding the words 'without soul power', the gold content was a qualitative improvement.
"It seems that the rise of Spirit Hall is unstoppable."
Sword Douluo's eyes showed emotion.
He wouldn't think that this kind of small, high-killing little thing couldn't be mass-produced.
"Yes, he might be the most successful Pope."
Ning Fengzhi was somewhat glad in his heart.
Bone Douluo asked in surprise:
"Fengzhi, you would actually give that kid such a high evaluation?"
"Bone Uncle, do you know? More and more low-level and intermediate soul master academies are cooperating with Spirit Hall. I'm afraid that in a few years, Spirit Hall Academy will be the highest institution in the world!"
Ning Fengzhi leaned on his crutch, and even felt a bit of frustration.
"This Saint Son has already laid the foundation for the continued strength of Spirit Hall. My foresight is completely inferior to his."
"Haha... I might have to rely on my daughter's status in the future."
Ning Fengzhi issued a joke-like self-mockery.
Sword and Bone were silently speechless.
Not to mention anything else, Qian Daoliu made them powerless to resist.
But thinking about it carefully.
That seemed to be good too.
They could all live a little easier, as could Fengzhi and Rongrong.
I wish you all a happy life!
