A single sword slash chilled all nineteen provinces. The gleaming sword light swept far and wide, freezing everything in its path.
The scene was nothing short of breathtaking.
Cold mist swirled in the air.
"He didn't die from that, did he?" Xiao Wu asked curiously, biting her lip.
"Yeah... Fan-ge's move just now was way too cool, way too powerful!"
Ning Rongrong's voice was soft and seductive.
"So handsome!" Zhu Zhuqing Zhu Zhuqing muttered, walking up beside Zhang Fan.Her full chest rubbed lightly against his arm.
It made him pause.
Zhu Zhuqing really had a killer figure.
Her smooth skin felt quite nice.
"Of course he didn't die. My moves are calculated!"Zhang Fan replied confidently, then turned and headed back to the hotel.
The boss, seeing Zhang Fan and the others return,
greeted them with great respect.Thankfully, they hadn't fought inside the hotel,otherwise—
his entire place might've been frozen solid.
The scene outside had been terrifying.
He couldn't help but take a sharp breath, his respect for Zhang Fan growing even deeper.
Everyone headed to their rooms to sleep.
Zhao Wuji stood on the second floor, staring after Zhang Fan, deeply shocked by that sword strike.This kid really was hiding his strength. Just how many trump cards did he have?If his second soul skill was already this powerful, then what would his third be like—with a thirty-thousand-year soul ring on top of that?
He returned to his room with a frown.
Everyone went off to bed.
Night fell, hazy and quiet.
Ning Rongrong came to Zhang Fan's door with a glass of milk.
"Knock knock..."
Her face was flushed, shy yet hopeful.
"Step, step..."
Footsteps could be heard from inside.
"Creak..."
Soon, the door opened, revealing a handsome figure in sleepwear—which made him look even taller and more dashing.
Ning Rongrong's eyes softened even more.
"Fan-ge, you're still awake? I just bought some milk—this one's for you!"
She smiled sweetly, voice tender.
"Mm, thanks." Zhang Fan accepted the milk.
He was about to close the door.
"Can I come in for a bit?" Ning Rongrong asked with a smile.
"Of course."
Zhang Fan nodded and opened the door wider to let her in.
Then he shut it behind her.
Oscar, who lived next door, had heard Ning Rongrong enter Zhang Fan's room,and he nearly died of anger.
His heart ached.
Zhang Fan sat down, sipping the milk.
"This milk's really good."
"Thanks! Fan-ge, you're from Saint Soul Village, right?"
Ning Rongrong spoke bashfully, her heart nearly melting under Zhang Fan's handsome face.
Being alone with him made her nervous—her heart pounded.
"Thump thump..."
"Yeah, just a small village."Zhang Fan answered calmly, looking at her.
"But Fan-ge, your talent is incredible!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly took a deep breath and said seriously:"I like you."
She'd thought it through—only by confessing first could she take the initiative.
Besides, Fan-ge didn't seem to dislike her.
So of course, she had to act fast.
She stood up and gave Zhang Fan a kiss on the cheek,
then hugged him tightly.
Zhang Fan was stunned. He hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be so forward—kissing and hugging him just like that.
Feeling the warmth of her embrace...
And her figure really was something else.
The scent of her hair tickled his nose, stirring something inside him.
Seeing Zhang Fan not push her away, she grabbed his hand,
and stuffed it right into her neckline.
"Uh..."
Zhang Fan felt the warmth and softness in his hand.That sensation...
He froze for a few seconds. This girl was way too bold.
His blood started flowing faster.
He immediately picked her up and tossed her onto the bed.
"Ahhh!" Ning Rongrong squealed—not in fear, but with excitement.
"Bang bang!" Suddenly, a knock came from the door.
"Ugh..." Ning Rongrong blushed furiously.Who the hell was ruining her moment?!
She was pissed. Her cheeks puffed up in frustration.
"Bang bang!"
Zhang Fan was also annoyed."Who is it?"
A beauty had just delivered herself to his door—wasn't this divine arrangement?And now someone had to go and ruin it.
He blinked to the door.
Oscar stood there with a smile on his face.
"Good evening, Boss Zhang!"
He held a bottle of liquor.
"This is a gift for you!"
He was nervous too. Seeing Ning Rongrong sitting on the bed made his heart twist.
"Rongrong's here too, huh!"
"Why are you bringing alcohol in the middle of the night?" Ning Rongrong stood up, her tone sour."Well then, Fan-ge, I'll leave first."
"Mm."
Zhang Fan nodded, glancing at the wrinkles on the front of her clothes, which had just been crumpled by his hands.
He shook his head.
"Drink it yourself."
He gave Oscar a cold glance and shut the door.
Oscar took a deep breath and bolted back to his room, heart pounding. That had been terrifying.
"Ding! Side quest triggered: Modify Plot."
[Oscar sat in a chair, picked up the liquor, and began to drink.] —Can modify 3 words.
Zhang Fan grinned.Oscar dared to ruin his night? Then may he spray the whole night away.
With a thought, he changed the word "liquor" to "laxative."
"Ding! Plot modification successful. Reward: 60 modification points."
Oscar sat in his chair, lifted the laxative, and downed it.
"Ahhh..."
He even enjoyed it."Why does this liquor taste so good?Only cost five copper soul coins too. I was gonna give it to Boss Zhang to give him diarrhea—The guy's such a playboy. Already has Xiao Wu and now going after Rongrong? Damn flirt!"
Oscar kept drinking and talking to himself.
Soon, he finished the whole bottle of "liquor-flavored" laxative.
He felt amazing—drunk even. But the more he drank, the better it tasted.
Until...
Suddenly, he grabbed his stomach. A storm was brewing inside him.
It felt like the Monkey King was wreaking havoc in his gut.
His eyes bulged as he jumped up, one hand on his back, one on his stomach.
"Ahhh... What the hell?! Did that cheap booze upset my stomach?"
He rushed into the bathroom.
"BANG!"And the spraying began.
It almost launched him into the air.
He gripped both sides of the wall for support.
"Ahhhh..."
Oscar finished spraying and felt completely drained.
He returned to his bedroom, pulled out a big and small sausage, and munched on them for recovery.
Thinking that would fix him.
But before long...
It hit again.
His face turned ghostly pale. He bolted back into the bathroom.
Sprayed again.
He felt completely hollowed out.
Cold sweat poured down his face.He never imagined cheap booze would do him this dirty.
He'd barely come out before rushing back in again.
At this point, he considered just moving into the bathroom permanently.
"Oscar, what are you doing in the bathroom?"
Dai Mubai, who shared a room with him, had just returned and saw Oscar vanish into the bathroom again...
An unexpected moment.
"Nothing! I think I ate something wrong!" Oscar said weakly.
"Oh...how could you eat the wrong thing?" Dai Mubai didn't expect this.
However, Zhang Fan did not let Oscar go.
After all, this guy is so hateful that he dares to ruin my good mo0d.
he was preparing to revise the plot himself.
(End of this chapter)