“You?”
Meeting her extremely cold gaze, Qian Duoduo felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart.
That look reminded him of the short little girl in the black and white dress who walked from the direction of the altar in the Secret Realm, holding something.
Nangong Nizi flipped over the courtyard wall and came before Qian Duoduo, calling out softly, word by word.
“Soul Brother.”
Immediately, Qian Duoduo’s scalp prickled.
He retreated seven or eight steps, his body leaning against the Artifact Refining Room’s door frame, pointing at Nangong Nizi, and asked tremblingly:
“You, you, you, who are you?”
“It’s Nangong Nizi, doesn’t Senior Brother Bu Huan recognize me?”
Nangong Nizi closed her eyes and took a deep, intoxicated breath of air.
Although the Soul Dragon was swallowed by the Purple-Eyed Golden Winged Bird, this was still the place with the richest soul liquid in the sect.
“I came here to be Soul Brother’s maid. Brother doesn’t mind, does he?”
Nangong Nizi’s cold gaze drifted over again.
Qian Duoduo shivered twice.
“I mind, I mind very much.”
Nangong Nizi stretched out her left hand and caressed the Void Realm, as if she were holding a rag doll.
“Am I ugly?”
She tried to bat her eyelashes at Qian Duoduo.
It would have been better if she hadn't; when she did, it was like throwing an iceberg.
Her gaze was cold, and her technique was crude.
“Mm.”
Qian Duoduo nodded, then shook his head.
The little girl was indeed ugly, but Nangong Nizi was definitely not ugly.
“You can’t drive me away. Our Head Seat Chu said he would send ten Disciples over, and I am one of them.”
Nangong Nizi rolled her eyes and walked straight over, about to enter the Immortal Cave from the Artifact Refining Room.
Qian Duoduo stretched out both hands to block her.
“You can’t come in. Anyone else can, but not you.”
Nangong Nizi slowly moved closer.
“Why?”
Seeing that she was about to bump into Qian Duoduo, Qian Duoduo took a step back.
“You know yourself.”
“What do I know, Soul Brother?”
Suddenly, a hint of confusion flashed in Nangong Nizi’s eyes, as if she was puzzled by what she was doing.
She had just retreated, but then she regained her cold and arrogant expression, took two steps forward, and directly bumped into Qian Duoduo.
Two soft things pressed against Qian Duoduo’s shoulders.
Even though Qian Duoduo was not yet an adult, he knew what they were, and his face instantly flushed. He retreated, clearing the path he had been blocking.
“Nangong Nizi!”
Qian Duoduo shouted, “You—”
Nangong Nizi didn’t expect Qian Duoduo’s reaction to be so strong, and an amused expression appeared on her face.
“What about me?”
After speaking, she could have walked in, but she deliberately turned and bumped into him again.
Qian Duoduo took out the Golden Rooster Sword and squeezed it hard towards her. A long cry immediately struck Nangong Nizi’s forehead.
Nangong Nizi’s eyes immediately became hazy.
She looked around, clearly confused about where she was, and patted herself with both hands.
“Jin Buhuan, what did you do to me?”
Qian Duoduo laughed. It was just like an evildoer accusing first.
“You want to be my maid.”
“Ah! You’re being a hooligan—”
Nangong Nizi shrieked, then her body softly collapsed.
Seeing her head about to hit the corner of the table, Qian Duoduo sighed, put away the Golden Rooster Sword, and stepped forward to embrace her body.
Looking at Nangong Nizi again, she was staring at Qian Duoduo with wide eyes.
“Soul Brother—” Her mouth was wide open, and her scarlet tongue swayed inside.
Feeling Nangong Nizi’s body rapidly growing cold, Qian Duoduo loosened his hands and immediately threw her to the ground.