Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 792 Provocation from Qingque

Inside Nan Fusheng's room on the ninety-fifth floor of the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda.

At this moment, Nan Fusheng encountered a big problem, or rather, it wasn't quite a problem, mainly because...

"Waaaaah... Lord Fusheng, you heartless bastard! It wasn't enough that you took advantage of me, you even forced me to go to work! You're not human!"

"Capitalism is all about exploiters like you. You should be hung from a streetlamp and criticized..."

A nimble bluebird landed beside Nan Fusheng's legs, clinging tightly to his trouser leg with its wings, rubbing its head against the fabric, and crying incessantly, looking as if it had suffered a great injustice.

Nan Fusheng glanced down at Qingque, who was wrapped around his leg, and tried to gently pull his trouser leg, but found that the other was holding him very tightly and he couldn't pull himself out at all.

A clear look of disdain crossed his face, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Don't talk nonsense like that, it's easy to cause misunderstandings. You've simply become my soul, this was agreed upon from the beginning, how can you say I lied to you?"

He secretly rejoiced that Xu Xiaoyan and the others were having a tea party in the lounge next door and had no time to pay attention to anything else.
It was thanks to Fors that most of the servants on the ninety-fifth floor had been transferred away in advance; otherwise, if others had seen Qingque looking so pitiful and tearful, who knows what kind of rumors would have spread.

"I do not care!"

Qingque clearly had no intention of giving up. She clung tightly to Nan Fusheng's leg, her sobs rising a few decibels, "After becoming a spirit, I demand new treatment! You can no longer order me around like before. I don't want to work anymore. You must give me a permanent paid vacation!"

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng's face showed even more helplessness, and his tone was somewhat amused and exasperated: "Isn't your usual state just taking paid leave? When have I ever seen you working properly?"

He listed them off, "You eat when you're supposed to eat, drink when you're supposed to drink, and rest when you're supposed to rest. You've dumped the work that wasn't even that heavy on you onto Xiuxiu and the others. How is your current state any different from the 'permanent paid leave' you talk about?"

He really couldn't understand where Qingque got the confidence to say such things.

Normally, she almost never takes on any tasks on her own initiative. Even when she is assigned some simple document sorting work, she always finds a way to push it to Bai Xiuxiu and others, while she enjoys her leisure time.

Such days are even more pleasant than paid leave, so it's really unreasonable for them to complain about being "forced" to go to work.

Qingque seemed momentarily speechless at Nan Fusheng's words, but quickly recovered and urgently defended herself: "It's Lord Fu Xuan! The problem lies with Lord Fu Xuan... oh, I mean with Fu Xuan!"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Nan Fusheng, her bright eyes filled with grief and indignation: "Lord Fusheng, tell me, why did Fu Xuan suddenly move into the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda? Isn't she a member of the War God Temple? Why is she moving into the Spirit Pagoda?!"

Nan Fusheng then realized what was going on and explained, "You're talking about Fu Xuan. She's a guest invited by Fors. As for why she was able to stay here... do you think Qian Gu Dongfeng would care about such a trivial matter?"

He paused, then continued, "Fu Xuan is the granddaughter of War God Yu Guanzhi, and her status is noble. Now that she is willing to condescend to stay at the Spirit Transmission Tower for a while, this is clearly an excellent opportunity to bring the Spirit Transmission Tower and the War God Temple closer together."

"With Qian Gu Dongfeng's shrewdness, how could he possibly miss such an opportunity? He probably wishes she could stay longer."

After explaining the reason, Nan Fusheng looked at Qingque with a puzzled expression: "However, Fu Xuan moving in shouldn't bother you, right? Could it be that she offended you in some way?"

"She's forcing me to work!"

Upon hearing this, Qingque became agitated again, raising her voice several decibels and speaking with indignation, "I happened to bump into her while I was wandering around the Spirit Pagoda a while ago."

"As soon as she saw me, she gave me that cold, sneer and, without saying a word, wanted to fight me."

"After that fight, she went even further, forcing me to do hard labor, making me handle a huge pile of documents from the Temple of War, as well as all sorts of miscellaneous tasks, practically treating me like free labor!"

Although Qingque did not explicitly state the outcome of that battle, judging from her current grief-stricken and clearly disadvantaged appearance, she probably did not gain any advantage in that duel, and was even more likely to have been thoroughly beaten by Fu Xuan.

Otherwise, given Qingque's usual lazy and spoiled nature, how could she be willing to be ordered around to do this and that?

Moreover, the four words "Lord Fu Xuan" that she blurted out in her haste, which she changed her mind in an instant, were enough to tell the story—she must have been severely punished to have such a subconscious sense of awe.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng subconsciously scratched his head. Looking at Qingque's sullen appearance, he casually suggested, "Since you can't beat her, then you should work hard to cultivate and try to beat her up next time to get revenge."

"Do you even need to tell me? Of course that's what I think!" Qingque immediately retorted, but then changed the subject, staring warily at Nan Fusheng, "No, don't try to change the subject! I came to see you today not for this matter at all!"

"Oh? So what is it for?" Nan Fusheng raised an eyebrow.

Seeing his questioning, Qingque's face fell instantly. Her previous indignation was replaced by deep worry, and her voice became pleading: "Fu Xuan... ugh, Fu Xuan seems to have no intention of letting me go at all!"

"She told me that once the Spirit Pagoda matter is resolved, she will take me back to the War God Temple to cultivate! I know exactly what she's up to; she just wants to capture me and use me as free labor, forcing me to work every day! Lord Fusheng, you absolutely must not agree to her request!"

"So that's what you were after." Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng pondered for a moment, a hint of agreement flashing in his eyes.

In his opinion, this might be a good idea—Qingque's lazy and slacking nature really needed to be corrected, while Fu Xuan's rigorous and diligent nature was just right to keep her in check.

If Qingque could really go with Fu Xuan to the War God Temple for training, she might even make some progress.

However, when Qingque saw Nan Fusheng's thoughtful expression, her heart sank and a bad premonition arose.

She quickly stepped forward, staring intently at Nan Fusheng, and urgently asked, "Lord Fusheng, please say something! Which side are you on?"

Nan Fusheng spread his hands, a helpless expression on his face: "I'm standing in the middle."

Fu Xuan and Qing Que are both on our side, so helping either of them would be like taking sides. It would be better not to help either of them and let them solve the problem themselves.

Even so, seeing Qingque's tearful and pitiful appearance, Nan Fusheng's heart softened a bit. After pondering for a moment, he gave her a suggestion: "How about this, you go and fight Fu Xuan again. However, this time you can first explain the rules to her and ask her to suppress her cultivation to the same level as yours."

"If she can beat you under these fair conditions, then you should go with her willingly; if she can't beat you, then make her give up on the idea completely and never bother with you again."

This was undoubtedly a very pertinent suggestion. Nan Fusheng knew in his heart that although both were auspicious beasts, Qingque and Fu Xuan had completely different personalities.

If Qingque is a lazy, slacking-off monster who always procrastinates, then...

Fu Xuan was a Border Collie with a straightforward and diligent personality. Perhaps because he spent most of his time sleeping, although Fu Xuan was actually much older than Qing Que, he had a childlike innocence and naivety.

She usually tries her best to appear mature and reliable, but her petite and cute figure, combined with her deliberately stern face, does not make her look dignified. Instead, it gives people a cute and unexpected feeling.

Given Fu Xuan's straightforward and competitive nature, if Qing Que were to propose such a bet openly and honestly, she would certainly not refuse.

"No, no."

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's suggestion, Qingque immediately shook her head vigorously, "I don't want to fight her, her abilities are too unfair."

As she spoke, a clear look of lingering fear appeared on her face, obviously recalling the confrontation not long ago.

She thought her "World Harmony" was special enough to give her an advantage among her peers, but she never expected that Fu Xuan's abilities were just as good, and in some ways even more difficult for her to handle.

Both are auspicious beasts, possessing the ability to influence destiny, but Fu Xuan's cultivation is higher than hers. If they were to fight, she would definitely be one-sidedly crushed.

Even if Fu Xuanzhen were willing to suppress her cultivation to the same level as her, Qingque would have no certainty of victory.

Fu Xuan's almost cheating ability always managed to turn the tide of battle at crucial moments, rendering all of Qing Que's calculations futile. This elusive yet incredibly powerful method left Qing Que with absolutely no courage to confront him.

The real purpose behind her humbling herself and relentlessly pursuing Nan Fusheng today was to cut off his supply line at the root—hoping to use Nan Fusheng's influence to have a proper talk with Fu Xuan.

Tell that overly "diligent" auspicious beast to stop watching him all the time, and to stop thinking about bringing her back to the Temple of War as free labor.

After all, rather than stepping back into the ring, it would be easier and more in line with her "slacking off" nature to have Fu Xuan give up the idea.

Thinking of this, Qingque tightened her grip on Nan Fusheng's trouser leg, her voice filled with pleading: "Lord Fusheng, please help me! As long as you ask, Fu Xuan will definitely give you face."

"Look at my frail body, how could I withstand the heavy workload of the Temple of War? If she really takes me back, I'm afraid I won't even have time to catch my breath..."

“No, you have to tell her yourself,” Nan Fusheng refused firmly.

Anyway, Fu Xuan would never harm Qing Que; at most, he would just seek revenge for the "eye-rubbing" grudge from ten thousand years ago.

Since Qingque won't be in any serious trouble anyway, it's better to let Fu Xuan take this opportunity to temper her lazy and unproductive nature. It would be a good thing.

Seeing that Nan Fusheng's attitude was firm and there was no room for negotiation, Qingque stopped pretending, suddenly stood up, and said loudly, "Lord Fusheng, you..."

"Hmm?" Nan Fusheng raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently.

"Hehe, it's nothing, I was just joking." Qingque instantly suppressed her anger, replacing it with a fawning smile. She skillfully walked behind Nan Fusheng and began massaging his shoulders, her voice becoming soft and sweet, "Lord Fusheng, please help me~ I'll reward you~"

"Oh? What are the benefits?" Nan Fusheng asked with great interest.

Qingque said somewhat shyly, "I...I can let you touch me~"

Upon hearing this, Nan Fusheng replied irritably, "I'm sorry, I'm really not worthy of A."

"Who got an A?!" Qingque immediately protested. "I'm not that bad!"

“Even so, I’m not interested.” Nan Fusheng shook his head. It was just a bluebird; to think she could tempt him in this way was truly wishful thinking.

He continued, "Don't worry, I'll mention it to Fu Xuan later and ask her to make some arrangements for you."

"No!" Upon hearing this, Qingque was shocked and quickly reached out to stop him: "Wait, Lord Fusheng, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"A bet?" Nan Fusheng's interest was immediately piqued, and he asked, "What are your stakes?"

"I'll bet it on myself." Qingque puffed out her small chest and said confidently, "If you beat me, I'll be at your mercy. If you lose, you must plead with Lord Fu Xuan for me."

"Not interested." Nan Fusheng yawned. Although Qingque was indeed a beauty, he was surrounded by many beautiful women. "Besides, you couldn't escape anyway, so why should I gamble with you?"

"You! Humph!"

Hearing Nan Fusheng's merciless words, Qingque snorted coldly, pushed open the door, and slammed it shut as she left.

"She ran away in anger already?" Nan Fusheng watched her retreating figure, a sense of doubt creeping into his mind. Surely not, she's not that easily amused.

Just as he was wondering if he had gone too far, Qingque pushed open the bedroom door again and came in, saying, "Lord Fusheng, I want to make a bet with you."

"Huh?" Nan Fusheng's face was full of question marks.

Qingque's face flushed slightly, and she put her little hands, which were originally covering her stomach, behind her back so that Nan Fusheng could see what was on her lower abdomen.

On that flat stomach, a size chart drawn in ink clearly caught Nan Fusheng's eye.

5cm ~

10cm ~

15cm ~

20cm ~

"You, what is this?!" Nan Fusheng looked at her in astonishment, his eyes filled with disbelief.

(A provocative image of a bluebird.)
(End of this chapter)