My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

"Let's not talk about that for now. Sister, how did you become so strong? Besides cultivation, are there any other ways to quickly increase your strength?"

Anna thought of the price she had paid for her cultivation, and a bitter feeling welled up in her heart: "Of course there are methods."

"What method is it?" Nietzsche asked, feigning innocence.

"I've read a lot of novels, and they often mention that you can quickly increase your strength in a short time by absorbing the blood of others or directly seizing their cultivation."

Nietzsche said with great interest.

Anna's heart skipped a beat.

Why is my sister still so hung up on this kind of thing?
“That method does exist, but it would be too immoral. Those people are innocent; how could I hurt them for no reason? So I can only rely on my own slow cultivation,” Anna explained calmly.

Nietzsche did not agree with this view.

"If you can become stronger, you should do your best to become stronger, no matter what method you use. Improving your strength is the most important thing. As long as it's for the sake of becoming stronger, everything else can be put aside for the time being."

At this point, Nietzsche paused for a moment, pointed to the open window, and pointed directly in the direction of the neighbor's villa.

The lights were still on in the villa across the street, indicating that the owner was not yet asleep.

“Those people over there seem to have practiced some kind of magical arts as well. Since we have special abilities like you, sister, aren’t you curious about them? Perhaps you could devour them and quickly improve your cultivation level,” Nietzsche said to her sister in a seductive tone.

Anna looked in the direction her sister pointed and felt a pang of anxiety when she saw the lights of the villa across the street.

She actually knew a bit about those neighbors.

Because she understood them, she dared not provoke them lightly. Those people were not simple; they were definitely not someone of her level to handle. If she angered them and was killed on the spot, she wouldn't even have time to cry.

"Don't say that again. Those people are not simple, and their strength is extremely high. They are not people I can handle. On the contrary, if we really fought, I would definitely be the one to lose. They are too strong. If I provoke them, I would be courting death. Okay, little sister, you must remember what I said!"

Nietzsche rarely saw her sister with such a serious expression. Intimidated by this look, she subconsciously nodded obediently, just like when she was a child.

Back in her bedroom, Nietzsche thought it over carefully, but still felt resentful.

The stronger those people are, the more abundant their power is. If one can devour them, one's own strength will definitely increase significantly.

But those people are truly formidable; we certainly can't defeat them by force alone. The only solution seems to be...luring them!

Thinking about her appearance, Nietzsche immediately made up her mind.

Perhaps because the things she experienced after her heart was removed and she began her cultivation had broken her moral bottom line, Nietzsche now felt no remorse for doing similar things.

She doesn't need these useless emotions; she just needs to keep becoming stronger.

So the next morning, she took the initiative to visit her neighbor.

Just then, Han San was not at the villa, and only Zhang Hao was at home.

When Zhang Hao saw the girl named Nietzsche again, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

It seems that Little Koi's work is not going very smoothly, otherwise how could this girl still look like this? Calling her a ghost is not accurate; more accurately, she is in a state of being half-human and half-ghost.

Nietzsche, carrying a fruit basket, said with a smile, "I haven't had a chance to properly visit my new neighbors until today, when school is out. I've come to pay my respects. Mr. Zhang, please accept this gift."

Today, Nietzsche wore an elegant white dress, her beautiful blonde hair cascading down her back. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, white dress, slender figure, and youthful appearance, she was indeed a vibrant and beautiful young woman.

Zhang Hao is a normal man, so naturally he knows how to appreciate beautiful women.

But the Nietzsche in front of me is clearly not within the category of normal beauty.

Therefore, Zhang Hao remained completely unmoved by the other party's subtle provocations.

"Mr. Zhang, what do you do for a living? I often see you at home. Don't you need to work? Have you already achieved financial freedom?"

Faced with the girl's probing, Zhang Hao calmly replied, "I have indeed achieved financial freedom. However, it's not entirely true that I don't work. I can arrange my work hours flexibly and am not restricted by a fixed office location, so I can stay at home comfortably and occasionally complete my work from home."

"That sounds so enviable. Finding a job this year has been especially difficult; I don't even know where to intern. Mr. Zhang, you've achieved financial freedom at such a young age; you're truly a capable man. I admire capable men like you the most!"

As Nietzsche spoke, she casually peeled an orange and smilingly offered the peeled fruit to Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao accepted the fruit and began to eat it without any hesitation.

“Mr. Zhang, actually, I was deeply attracted to you the first time I saw you. I especially like mature and reliable men like you. Mr. Zhang, will you be with me?” Nietzsche said, moving closer to him from the sofa.

She then placed her hand on his shoulder.

The two were very close; he could even smell the faint scent of tulip perfume on Nietzsche.

However, even with perfume, she couldn't hide the strong, melancholic aura emanating from her.

The stench of evil spirits is always as pungent as ever, and even the most expensive perfumes cannot completely mask it.

Completely unaware that she had been exposed, Nietzsche was secretly pleased to see that the other party did not show any resistance: indeed, all men are the same, they can't resist the temptation of beauty.

"Just tell me, will you be with me?"

Zhang Hao frowned: "It's not a question of whether it's easy to be together or not. You may not know, but there are special rules in our line of work; we can't just come into contact with women casually."

These cold words instantly froze the smile on her face.

Nietzsche thought she had misheard, blinked to confirm, and asked, "What did you say?"

“I said, I can’t be with other women casually, and I can’t touch women.”

"Could it be that you... are impotent in that area?" Nietzsche tried to guess in a way that he could understand.

Such a handsome man, how could he be impotent? Isn't that such a waste?
Even if this man has special abilities, it's still terrible!

Because no man can admit he's incapable!
"You can understand it that way too. So in my eyes, all women are pretty much the same. You don't need to be so nice to me. Even if you like me, I'll advise you not to. I don't want to hold you back, do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Hao said without changing his expression.

In reality, these were all fabrications, merely excuses to reject the other party. (End of Chapter)