Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

However, his talent failed to materialize for a long time, and Ning Fengzhi eventually gave up on him completely.

"It's all about timing, luck, and fate. It's all for the best."

"If there's too much calculation in a relationship, it won't be beautiful."

"Moreover, I mainly like Da Lei."

Thinking about it, Gu Linyuan laughed to himself.

However, Ning Rongrong does not quite fit Gu Linyuan's aesthetic standards.

When men look at a woman, they first look at her breasts, then her hips, and then her legs. As for her face, a score of 70 or so is enough.

In the Douluo Continent, almost every Soul Master is good-looking.

Ning Rongrong is mediocre in all three aspects.

If it's about having sex, something will definitely be missing.

Moreover, even in terms of appearance, Ning Rongrong's looks might not be able to surpass Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

Zhu Zhuqing was walking back to Shrek Academy.

The night breeze ruffled her long hair, bringing the coolness of the autumn night.

She walked very slowly, much slower than usual.

Because she didn't want to go back too soon.

I don't want to go back to Shrek Academy too soon.

The scenes from tonight kept replaying in her mind.

Gu Linyuan's profile as he sits at his workbench, intently carving.

The way he ate the food she cooked with gusto.

"Bang bang bang."

Zhu Zhuqing's heart started pounding again.

She reached out and pressed her hand to her chest, trying to slow her heartbeat.

But it didn't work.

My heart is beating faster and faster.

It looked like it was about to burst out of his chest.

She took a deep breath, looked up, and gazed at the moon in the sky.

The moon is very round and bright.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her cool and aloof features appear exceptionally gentle.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly again.

It was a very shallow curve.

But this time, she wasn't laughing.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly arrived at the familiar entrance of Shrek Academy.

The cool moonlight shone on the mottled courtyard wall, casting uneven shadows.

As soon as Zhu Zhuqing appeared, a figure rushed out from the shadows behind the door.

It's Dai Mubai.

His face was ashen, and his sinister eyes were bloodshot, like a caged beast that had been kept in a cage for too long.

Why are you so late coming home?

His voice was hoarse and rapid, filled with barely suppressed anxiety.

"What did you and Long Yuan go about?"

Zhu Zhuqing stopped and looked at him.

Countless thoughts flashed through Dai Mubai's mind, each one like a knife, stabbing deeply into his heart.

"My affairs are none of your business."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold, as cold as the winter wind.

She didn't even look at him directly, only glancing at him briefly before looking away and walking towards the academy gate.

A cold smile played on her lips.

Dai Mubai knew she was unconscious, but he didn't care about her physical condition; he only cared about whether something had happened between her and Long Yuan.

ridiculous.

This is what she calls her "fiancé".

A flash of disgust crossed Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, which she made no attempt to hide.

That look of disgust was like a needle, piercing Dai Mubai's eyes.

His reason completely collapsed at that moment.

"Zhu Zhuqing!"

Dai Mubai's voice suddenly rose, like a roar squeezed out of his chest.

"My patience with you has its limits!"

"I can tolerate your coldness towards me these past few days. But I will never allow you to be seen with other men."

He took a sudden step forward, unleashing the full power of his level 37 Soul Master. The phantom of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger appeared behind him, crushing down on Zhu Zhuqing with a violent pressure.

He's going to make a move.

He wanted her to know whose fiancée she was.

She wanted to show him that Dai Mubai was not someone to be trifled with.

"Mu Bai! Don't be impulsive!"

Oscar rushed out from behind the door, his face pale, and reached out to grab Dai Mubai's arm.

But Dai Mubai was no longer listening to anything.

His right hand formed a claw and reached for Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

He used his soul power in this claw strike.

But Zhu Zhuqing was faster than him.

The moment Dai Mubai made his move, Zhu Zhuqing had already raised her hands.

The black claws gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, and five sharp blades extended from their fingertips, so sharp they seemed capable of tearing through the air.

She channeled her soul power, and the claws tightened instantly, merging with her palm.

"laugh"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

A long, bloody gash appeared on Dai Mubai's right hand. It stretched from the back of his hand all the way to his wrist, the skin torn open and blood gushing out instantly.

"This……"

Dai Mubai looked down in shock at the wound on his hand, blood dripping from his wrist onto the ground with a soft "drip-drip" sound.

Then he raised his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

The girl stood there, her hands wearing the black claw gloves, the blades still stained with his blood.

Her expression remained aloof, but her light-colored eyes held undisguised disgust and coldness.

"I've said it before, it's none of your business."

Her voice was soft and calm.

But every word was like a knife, piercing Dai Mubai's heart.

The entire audience was shocked.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong also came out and, upon seeing this scene, simultaneously covered their mouths.

No one expected Zhu Zhuqing to make a move.

No one expected that she could hurt Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai is a level 37 Soul Master, while Zhu Zhuqing is only level 26.

Such a huge difference seemed to disappear in the face of her claw gloves.

Dai Mubai stood there, his hand still bleeding, but he felt no pain.

He just looked at Zhu Zhuqing, at the undisguised disgust in her eyes, and suddenly felt something shatter.

"Zhu Qing..."

He opened his mouth, but his voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

Zhu Zhuqing did not look at him.

Instead, he turned around and walked straight into the academy.

Her long black hair swayed gently in the night breeze, her silhouette slender yet resolute.

There was no turning back.

Dai Mubai stood there, watching the departing figure, drops of blood falling to the ground from his hands.

He suddenly laughed.

The laugh was bitter and astringent.

It felt like swallowing a handful of shards of glass.

"Did Gu Linyuan give this to her? Is she willing to betray me for just an item?"