Chapter 61: Zhuqing, How About Not Going Back Tonight?
Dai Mubai going with Ma Hongjun to the brothel was something Zu Zong didn't know.
Of course, if he did, he'd probably laugh like a pig. Seems like Douluo Continent might soon welcome a new Eunuch Dai.
In a certain alleyway, Zu Zong and Zhu Zhuqing stopped walking.
Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing kissed Zu Zong on the cheek, lowered her head, and said softly, "You did well just now—this is your reward."
Zu Zong froze. Was she tempting him to commit a crime?
Looking at the alluring red lips so close and Zhu Zhuqing's bashful yet charming face, Zu Zong couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her lips.
Zhu Zhuqing was startled at first, but by the time she realized what was happening, her mind had gone completely blank. She already had feelings for Zu Zong.
It was their first kiss, and their teeth bumped together several times.
"Ow." Zu Zong yelped. He reached up to touch his lips—Zhu Zhuqing had accidentally bitten him, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
Hearing his cry, Zhu Zhuqing snapped out of her flustered state. She pulled out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Zu Zong in such a pitiful state, Zhu Zhuqing didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. Her embarrassment disappeared entirely in that moment.
"Serves you right. Who told you to sneak attack me?"
At her words, Zu Zong's mouth twitched slightly. "Do I need to sneak up on my own girlfriend? That was a natural progression, okay? Acting on impulse, you know? Besides, if anyone made the first move, it was you who kissed me."
Of course, he didn't dare say that out loud. If he did, he might never get another kiss in the future.
Zu Zong smiled. "Can't help it. My little kitty is just too adorable—I got carried away."
Zhu Zhuqing glared at him fiercely, but in truth, she was secretly pleased. What girl doesn't like being praised by her boyfriend? Even a "little kitty" was no exception.
"You're so unserious. Now spill it—what did you want from me? You didn't drag me out here just to kiss me, right? And what's going on with you and Rongrong? The two of you look like you've met before—speak."
At the mention of Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing's tone clearly grew heavier. After all, with Xiao Wu as a precedent, she was now on high alert. Xiao Wu had childhood ties to him—she couldn't do anything about that. But Ning Rongrong was her best friend, and she wasn't about to let her fall victim too.
Hearing this, Zu Zong gave an awkward smile. "I only ran into Miss Ning once in Soto City. That's really all there is to it."
Zhu Zhuqing still didn't quite believe him and said sternly, "Look me in the eyes."
"Uh…" Zu Zong obeyed. At that moment, he looked exactly like a well-trained little husband.
The two locked eyes for a moment. Only then did Zhu Zhuqing's expression finally soften. "Fine, I'll let you off. Now tell me, what did you bring me here for?"
Zu Zong wiped away the imaginary sweat from his forehead. Honestly, are all women this sensitive nowadays?
Clearing his throat, Zu Zong's expression grew serious. "Zhuqing, look into my eyes."
The Sharingan activated.
Zu Zong's eyes closed slightly, and when they reopened, both pupils had turned blood red, with three tomoe spinning counterclockwise within them.
Zhu Zhuqing met his gaze.
Moments later, Zu Zong's eyes returned to normal.
"What was that?" Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed in shock. It had clearly only been a few seconds, but after meeting Zu Zong's gaze, her mind was now filled with memories that clearly weren't her own.
Zu Zong said seriously, "This is my second martial soul—the Sharingan. The information I just transmitted to you is a set of physical combat techniques I've specially compiled over the past few days based on your fighting style, along with various soul power control skills, and a new soul power meditation method. I believe with these, your cultivation speed and combat ability will both improve significantly."
The physical techniques were inherited from Uchiha Itachi, with some modifications by Zu Zong. The soul power control skills included a refined version of the Body Flicker Technique and many others.
As for the soul power meditation method—since Nine Yang Divine Art couldn't be practiced by women and Zu Zong didn't have another ready technique at the moment—he reused the plagiarized "Soul Power Meditation Manual" once used by the Grandmaster, refining it further based on the Nine Yang Divine Art.
These methods had all been tested on himself and Xiao Wu. With them, Zhu Zhuqing would be able to avoid many detours on her cultivation path.
"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing nodded and leaned voluntarily into Zu Zong's embrace. She didn't ask about his second martial soul or where such astonishing knowledge had come from.
She knew that if these techniques spread, they could shake the entire soul master world. But that didn't matter. All she cared about was that it came from her man—and that was enough.
Zu Zong whispered softly in her ear, "Zhuqing, believe me. I'll protect you for the rest of your life. If anyone dares take you from me, they'll have to step over my dead body first."
"Mm!"
"Zhuqing, here—take these kunai and shuriken for practice."
"Mm!"
"Zhuqing, I like you!"
"Mm!"
"Zhuqing, it's already so late… how about not going back tonight?"
"Mm… mm!?"
The next second, a vein popped on Zhu Zhuqing's forehead. She raised her size-36 high heel and stomped it down hard on Zu Zong's foot.
"Aaagh!" Zu Zong's scream echoed through the entire alley.
"So all that romantic talk was just to get me in bed?" Zhu Zhuqing snorted. Soul power surged underfoot, and she used the techniques she had just learned on the spot—vanishing with a few quick flickers into the darkness.
Watching her disappear, Zu Zong clutched his aching foot, eyes nearly tearing up from the pain.
"She picked that up quick… but all I wanted was to cuddle. I didn't say we had to do anything! Was that really necessary?"
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Outside the Soul Arena in Soto City.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong sat in a teahouse. Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai had gone to the brothel, Tang San and Meng Yiran had already left earlier, and only she had stayed behind to wait for Zhu Zhuqing.
As for Oscar, he had stayed because he didn't feel at ease letting Ning Rongrong wait alone.
Suddenly, Ning Rongrong seemed to hear a pained scream in the distance.
She frowned slightly and asked, "Oscar, did you just hear someone scream?"
Oscar shook his head. "Nope. Rongrong, maybe you were hearing things."
"That can't be. I definitely heard it. It came from the alley where Zhuqing and her boyfriend Zu Zong went. And it sounded like Zu Zong."
Oscar yawned. "You're probably just tired and imagining things. That guy isn't even a match for Boss Dai. Who could possibly hurt him? Unless—"
There was one sentence he didn't say out loud: Unless Zu Zong had tried to take advantage of Zhu Zhuqing and got beaten up. Fatty used to get that kind of beating all the time for flirting with girls.
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up. "Unless what?"
"N-Nothing." Oscar quickly denied it.
Just then, a black shadow flashed across the distance. Oscar hurriedly shielded Ning Rongrong and called out, "Who's there?"
The shadow emerged.
"Rongrong? Oscar?"
[End of Chapter]
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