Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The little girl jumped off the chair and hopped towards the outside of the hall, her bun bobbing behind her head.

She was running so fast that her foot slipped, and she almost stumbled and fell to the ground. Her body leaned forward suddenly, and her arms waved frantically in the air.

Rongrong, watch out!

Yue Qingge quickly reached out and pulled her slender arm to steady her.

After Ning Rongrong regained her footing, she actually felt somewhat offended.

A hint of displeasure flashed across her small face; her brows furrowed slightly, and her red lips pouted slightly.

She raised her little hand and gently slapped Yue Qingge's hand away with a hint of disdain.

"No." Her voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of a little princess's pride.

Upon seeing this, Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened.

Her fingers, resting on the armrest, tightened slightly.

Ning Fengzhi was also a little embarrassed, so he quickly stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and wore an awkward smile on his face.

"I apologize, Your Holiness. I know I only have one daughter, and I've spoiled her a bit too much."

Immediately, he looked at Yue Qingge, his eyes full of apology, his voice sincere:

"Rongrong, how did I teach you? You must know how to behave when you're out and about."

Yue Qingge waved her hand, her face showing no displeasure, but rather a forgiving smile:

"It's nothing. I actually think Princess Rongrong is quite cute."

Chen Xin seconded the agreement and nodded slightly.

His gaze lingered on Yue Qingge for a moment, then softened with approval.

"Come on, Princess Rongrong, let me take you out for a walk."

The little one was also annoyed by the adult atmosphere; she couldn't sit still in her chair any longer.

Once it had a firm footing, it happily ran outside.

Yue Qingge followed along, her pace neither hurried nor slow, her gaze always fixed on her.

At the very least, we can't let her fall and cry, otherwise it will be another troublesome situation.

Ning Rongrong, brimming with youthful energy, seemed to have inexhaustible strength as she ran around inside the Spirit Hall.

Upon seeing this, the patrolling guards quickly moved away to keep their distance.

Although they didn't know who the little girl was, someone who could be personally received by the Holy Maiden was no ordinary person.

Fearing they might get involved in unnecessary, potentially fatal trouble, they all slipped away close to the wall.

After a while, she stopped and turned around to look at Yue Qingge.

Sunlight streamed obliquely through the pillars, falling on her face. Tilting her head, she recalled his martial spirit from the arena and eagerly inquired about it:

"Hey, what's your martial spirit called? Your bow looks pretty good."

She paused, her chin slightly raised, as proud as a little peacock, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"I possess the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, with innate level nine soul power!"

The little girl had a smug look on her face, with the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing two shallow dimples. She looked both proud and cute, waiting to be praised.

Afraid of hurting her feelings, Yue Qingge casually mentioned an ice bow to try and smooth things over.

But the young girl dropped a bombshell: "Then you're too incompetent, I don't want to marry you!"

Yue Qingge was taken aback, and before she could react, Yue Qingge continued speaking, her little mouth rattling off like a machine gun:

"I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you are not good enough for me! So go and tell my father to cancel it!"

As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips and raised her chin even higher. Her arrogant and domineering demeanor resembled that of a cat with its fur standing on end, both fierce and adorable.

Seeing her so arrogant, Yue Qingge decided not to tolerate her.

He walked slowly towards her, each step firm and powerful. He was much taller than her, and when he reached her, he looked down at her.

His gaze was calm, yet it carried a sense of oppression that made people afraid to look directly at him.

Ning Rongrong looked at him with a slight frown and a cold gaze.

I took two steps back in fear, tripped over my calf, and almost fell again.

She didn't even dare to look him in the eye, her gaze darting away, looking to the left and then to the right, just not daring to meet his gaze.

"What...what...what are you going to do?" Her voice began to tremble, with a hint of sobbing.

However, she still forced herself to stand, clenching her hands into small fists and raising them in front of her in a defensive posture, bluffing to intimidate him:

"Don't come any closer! I'm going to yell! Grandpa Jian is right here, or I'll send him to beat you up!"

Her voice grew louder and louder, her eyes began to redden, and tears welled up in them.

Yue Qingge looked at her with amusement.

He was terrified, but he was still putting on a brave face, both fierce and cowardly.

He leaned down, bringing his face close to hers, and whispered in her ear, each word clear and sharp as a blade:

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is strong because of your sword grandfather and your father. You are nothing."

His warm breath sprayed onto her earlobe, causing her to tremble and her ear tips to turn a faint pink.

"You're only at the ninth level of innate soul power, and you can still laugh?"

His voice was soft, yet it pierced the little girl's heart like a knife, tearing her pitiful pride to shreds.

And I was just teasing you.

He straightened up, looked down at her, and gave her a half-smile: "Me? I have innate soul power at level 20."

She felt a tingling sensation as Yue Qingge's hot breath brushed against her earlobe, and a blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

But Ning Rongrong got a little angry after hearing his words.

Every word he said sounded like a denigration of her, a mockery of her, rendering her pride worthless.

Enraged and embarrassed, her face flushed red: "You...you...you're a complete bastard!"

For a moment, the little girl's eyes were glistening with tears, and her eyes were filled with crystal-clear liquid that seemed ready to overflow at any moment.

She kicked and punched him with her hands and feet, slapping him wildly with her little hands and kicking him with her little feet.

But Yue Qingge simply stretched out her finger and gently placed it on her little head, her fingertip touching her forehead.

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The author of "Advanced Brainwashing Chip, Mastering the Second Dimension" is relatively obedient.

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Chapter Ninety-Nine: Marriage Contract

She could only do useless work.

His arms waved in the air, his short legs kicked wildly on the ground, but he couldn't reach it no matter what he did. His limbs were flailing in the air, making him look both funny and cute.

After a while, Yue Qingge was amused by what she saw, her eyes crinkling as she laughed out loud.

Hearing his laughter, Ning Rongrong only felt it was grating and mocking.

She burst into tears and cried even louder, her tears falling in a torrent, wetting her cheeks and clothes.

Yue Qingge was not a truly evil person after all. Seeing a child crying like this, she was still somewhat at a loss.

He sighed, knelt down, and pulled her into his arms.

She trembled slightly in his arms.

"Okay, stop crying, stop crying. It's your brother's fault."

His voice was gentle and helpless, and he patted her back lightly with a rhythmic touch.

His body swayed gently in the air, like he was soothing a baby.

Feeling that warm embrace, she stopped crying instantly, tears still on her face, her mouth slightly open, stunned.

However, she still felt she couldn't get her revenge.

Her legs struggled and thrashed against him, and her little hands smeared her tears and snot haphazardly across his face.

"You're such a jerk! You're already mistreating me like this before I'm even married to you. If I were really with you, I'd be crying every single day!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she accused Yue Qingge with a fierce and aggrieved tone.

Yue Qingge couldn't help but sigh, the girls here seem to be quite precocious.

So you already know what marriage means? Maybe not...

He lowered his head and looked at her, her face streaked with tears, her nose red, and her eyes red-rimmed.

He reached out his finger and gently wiped away the tear stains at the corner of her eye, his fingertip brushing across her tear-soaked cheek.

"It's not my fault, isn't it? It was the little princess who made fun of me."

His voice carried a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

"Look at how arrogant you were just now."

At the same time, Yue Qingge poked her cheek with her finger, the fingertip sinking in and then bouncing back.

His eyes held a mischievous glint: "Could you... perhaps recover a little?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened instantly, her pupils dilating slightly. She bared her teeth, revealing a row of neat, white teeth: "You bad guy! Let me go!"

Feeling the comfort in her arms, she was a little scared, afraid that she would become addicted to this feeling.

She tried to escape quickly, and as her legs struggled in the air, her little feet kicked wildly, accidentally kicking Yue Qingge's farm tools.

"Hiss—" Yue Qingge gasped, her brows furrowing sharply, a look of pain flashing across her face.

"You kicked me hard. Don't move, I'll put you down right now."

Just as he was about to squat down, Ning Rongrong saw him grimacing and looking pained.

Suddenly, she thought of a way to get revenge. Her eyes darted around, and she changed her mind again in an instant.

"I don't want to go down," she said, stretching out her little hand!

She went and kept groping his lower abdomen.

Finally, she caught Yue Qingge's farming tool. Through her clothes, she could feel the handle slowly swell under the assault of her fingers.

She grabbed a handful through her clothes, then closed her fingers.

Yue Qingge stiffened, her Adam's apple bobbed, and her voice tightened slightly:

"What are you doing? Let go of me! If you don't, I'll hit you!"

Seeing his anxiety, his trembling voice, the throbbing veins on his forehead, and his slightly stiff body, she noticed his anxiety.

Although Ning Rongrong felt a strange sense of shame, her face...

Two red clouds rose up, but that didn't stop her from pinching hard.

Despite her small size, she was surprisingly strong when she used her soul power. Her five fingers were like five small pliers, tightly gripping the weapon.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge had no choice but to tap Ning Rongrong's little drum twice in order to protect the most important part of her life.

The two slaps were neither too hard nor too soft, but they were crisp and loud.

Little Rongrong stubbornly raised her head, looking at Yue Qingge with teary eyes, her eyes brimming with tears of grievance.

Her lips trembled: "You hit me again?"

Immediately, she burst into tears again, her cries growing louder and louder: "Let me go! I want to go home! I don't want to be engaged to a bastard like you!"

As she cried, she paused for a moment, feeling the faint pain emanating from the drum; her pride shattered into pieces.

Then she burst into tears again, the tears flowing like a burst dam, unstoppable.

He couldn't coax Yue Qingge anymore, so he sighed and carried her back the way he came.

Upon arriving at the main hall, Ning Rongrong's cries were exceptionally clear, echoing in the empty hall.