Chapter 399: Ning Rongrong: I swear, after becoming a god, I must leave behind a child, and
Chapter 399: Ning Rongrong: I swear, after becoming a god, I must leave behind a child, and
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, the corners of her mouth curling upward uncontrollably.
Although she had been frightened just now by the news that Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa would die.
But hearing that she would be able to become a god in the future, she still couldn’t help feeling a little smug and excited.
After all, that was a god!
How many Spirit Masters in the entire Douluo Continent spent their whole lives without even touching the threshold of a Titled Douluo, yet she actually achieved Ascension directly!
"Then why did you say my future was terrible?" She suddenly realized: "Isn’t this quite good?"
The corners of Lin Qingmo’s mouth twitched slightly.
"I haven’t finished speaking yet."
"Then hurry up and tell me!"
"You ended up with Oscar, and Oscar is the Food God."
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong’s smile froze on her face.
Oscar?
That Oscar from the Shrek Team?
That creepy Oscar whose Spirit is a Sausage, who chants incantations and rubs up a Sausage while standing in the back during battle, and whose catchphrase is "I have a big Sausage"?
"Which Oscar?" She asked, clinging to a last shred of hope.
"The same Oscar you know. The Sausage seller, the beacon of mediocre-but-confident men, the one whose Spirit is a Sausage."
"..."
Ning Rongrong’s complexion went from white to red, red to green, and green to purple, perfectly illustrating the color spectrum of a person going from hope to despair.
"He..."
She spoke with difficulty, her voice sounding as if it were squeezed through her teeth: "How did he end up with me?"
"You two became a couple in the God Realm, essentially a dual-income household."
"Dual..."
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, feeling oxygen-deprived.
A scene involuntarily appeared in her mind.
In the God Realm, within a palace shrouded in clouds and mist, she was wearing a goddess’s long dress, noble and dignified.
Then Oscar walked over from the side, holding a Sausage in his hand, and said with a creepy smile: "Rongrong, have one of my newly developed Big Recovery Sausage. One bite and your back won’t ache, your legs won’t hurt—"
"Ugh!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth.
She wasn’t faking it; she was genuinely feeling physiologically nauseated.
"That creepy Sausage man... how could I possibly like that kind of person?"
Her voice was as sharp as a cat that had its tail stepped on.
"Even if all the men in the entire continent were dead, even if I were blind, even if—"
"You weren’t blind."
Lin Qingmo corrected her with a straight face: "You were blind in your heart. That’s just how love is."
"I am not love-brained!!!"
Ning Rongrong jumped up, her chair sliding back half a foot from the impact.
"I would never be with that creepy guy who says ’I have a big Sausage’ all day long! The person I like... even if I were to like someone, it would have to be..."
She stopped halfway through her sentence.
Because her gaze had fallen right on Lin Qingmo’s face.
Sunlight shone in obliquely from the window, gilding the young man’s silhouette with a faint golden hue.
He was holding a water cup, a familiar, slightly mischievous smile hanging at the corners of his mouth.
"It would have to be what?"
"...Nothing."
Ning Rongrong abruptly shifted her gaze away, her earlobes burning red: "In any case, it will absolutely not be Oscar!"
Lin Qingmo did not notice her momentary abnormality, because he was preparing to continue speaking.
"Besides your personal issues, the ending of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is also not very good."
Ning Rongrong looked up abruptly; the flush on her face hadn’t faded, but her expression had already become tense again.
"How is it not good? I’ve already become a god, can I not protect the Sect?"
"Not long after you became a god, you went to the God Realm. Let alone protecting the Sect, you didn’t even leave behind any descendants."
"Ah?"
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment.
"The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaSpirit ended with your generation." Lin Qingmo’s tone was flat, but every word was like a nail being driven in.
"Your father, Ning Fengzhi, kept watch over the Sect, which had been renamed the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, but there was no successor for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaSpirit, only the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda remained."
"After Grandpa Sword and Bone Douluo died in battle, the Sect lost all its high-level combat power and gradually declined."
"Your father guarded it his whole life and finally died of old age in that Sect."
The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.
Ning Rongrong stood in place, her hands hanging by her sides, her fingers slowly curling tight.
She thought of her father.
That father who always looked at her with a smile and never said a harsh word.
She thought of the scene after she became a god and ascended to the God Realm; her father stood in front of the Sect’s mountain gate, looking up at the sky, watching her back fly higher and higher, further and further away, until he could no longer see her.
Then he turned around and returned to the empty great hall.
Guarding the "Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School" plaque all by himself.
From his prime to his twilight years, from black hair to white hair, until he could no longer guard it.
And she was there in the God Realm, carrying on with the Sausage man.
Ning Rongrong’s eyes turned red.
But this time it wasn’t fear, but another deeper emotion called guilt.
"This sounds..."
She gritted her teeth, enunciating every word: "Like I am an ungrateful wretch."
"Abandoning Dad, abandoning the Sect, abandoning responsibility, and then... going to the God Realm to enjoy myself."
Lin Qingmo did not comment.
Because Ning Rongrong’s summary really wasn’t far off.
If only Ning Rongrong had left behind offspring, leaving behind the Legacy of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaSpirit, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda wouldn’t have been suppressed to death by various forces in the future.
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, tears still glistening in her eyes.
But her gaze was no longer the panic from before, but a kind of nearly scorching determination.
"A-Qing." Her voice was very soft, yet very firm: "I will not let this happen."
"Hmm."
"I will not get close to Tang San, I will not like Oscar, and I will definitely not let Grandpa Sword and Bone Grandpa die."
Lin Qingmo nodded solemnly: "Even if you can really become a god in the future, you must first leave an offspring for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and pass down the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile PagodaSpirit?"
"Uh..."
Ning Rongrong’s impassioned speech was choked back, her face instantly turning bright red.
"This... this of course I have to do too!"
She stammered: "But it can’t be just anyone! It has to be... it has to be..."
Seeing her embarrassed state, Lin Qingmo couldn’t help but want to tease her.
"What kind of person does it have to be? Tell me, and I’ll help you advise on it."
"After all, it’s my teammate’s future partner, this is no small matter."
"Hmm..."
Ning Rongrong stood in front of him, her fingers twisted together, her heartbeat so fast she felt Lin Qingmo must be able to hear it.
"It has to be..."
Her voice was as small as a mosquito’s hum: "Someone like you, A-Qing, someone powerful, handsome, and smart, a boy!"
"?"
Lin Qingmo’s smile froze slightly.
The air was silent for a full three seconds.
Ning Rongrong’s face was already red enough to fry an egg.
But she didn’t shift her gaze, just looking straight at him.
Lin Qingmo looked suspicious: "Rongrong, you wouldn’t happen to be—"
Before he could finish, a crisp shout came from outside the door.
"A-Qing!"
It was Xiao Wu’s voice.
Immediately followed by Liu Erlong’s signature loud voice: "A-Qing! Are you back yet!"
"Wah!"
Ning Rongrong jumped back three steps as if she had been scalded, nearly knocking over the flowerpot behind her.
(End of Chapter)
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