Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect.

Chapter 128 I'm Not Buddha
Hearing Tang San's question, Ning Rongrong's body became even more rigid, as if pierced by an invisible ice needle. She was originally very proud and of noble birth, but one day she would take the initiative to ask for help, and the person she asked was Tang San!

Seeing Ning Rongrong's reaction, Tang San became a little interested and slowly stood up and walked towards Ning Rongrong.

"I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me?" Tang San's voice was a little playful, and the evil smile on the corner of his mouth looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.

Tang San was born in the Haotian Sect. Born with a noble status, he had countless people seeking favors from him since birth. However, this was the first time he had encountered someone as interesting as Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong looked up and saw Tang San with an evil smile on his face, approaching her little by little. Ning Rongrong subconsciously took a half step back, and her heel hit the door panel, making a slight sound.

Feeling the masculine aura emanating from Tang San, her cheeks flushed crimson, spreading from her ears to her neck, burning like a ripe apple. Her usually bright and cunning eyes were now lowered, her long eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

After all, she was still young. Although Oscar often hung around her, they had never been alone together. She had never felt the scent of a man at such a close distance in a small room.

Seeing Ning Rongrong looking like a panicked little deer, without the arrogance she once had, Tang San laughed and said, "Why, you were poisoned too? Have you become mute?"

"Yes... I'm begging you," Ning Rongrong finally managed. Her voice, though soft, carried a desperate determination. She took a small step forward, her toes curling inward with nervousness. Her body leaned forward slightly, like a slender bamboo swaying in the wind, refusing to break. "Boss Dai... he's almost collapsing. Only you can help Dugu Bo detoxify. I... I want you to ask Dugu Bo to do it."

Having said this, her throat rolled, and she finally dared to look directly at Tang San, but her eyes were a mixture of pleading and unwillingness.

"Oh?" Tang San raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant. His tone was flat and almost indifferent. The light footsteps were particularly clear in the silent room, and each step stepped on Ning Rongrong's tense nerves.

"Dai Mubai's poisoning has nothing to do with me. I'm not from Shrek Academy, nor am I one of the Shrek Seven Devils." Tang San didn't get any closer, maintaining a distance of about one meter. This distance was just enough for him to smell the unique fragrance from Ning Rongrong.

Hearing Tang San's cold words, Ning Rongrong's cheeks instantly lost all color, turning pale. She bit her lower lip hard, so hard that it left a clear tooth mark.

Ning Rongrong's knuckles turned white from the force, and her knuckles trembled slightly. She said, "Tang San, I beg you, if you continue like this, Boss Dai will die."

Ning Rongrong's tears finally welled up in her eyes uncontrollably, swirling around the edges of her pupils which she tried hard to remain stubborn.

Ning Rongrong said, "You, you can't just stand by and watch someone die."

"Are you blackmailing me?" Tang San chuckled. There was no warmth in his laughter, but rather a thick sarcasm. "You running to a 'man's' room in the middle of the night to 'apologize' and 'beg' was quite unexpected. I was very touched that you could do this for your companions. It was quite touching. But I'm not your little sausage man. Your pleading is of no use to me."

"You—!" Ning Rongrong shuddered at the blunt humiliation, her pale cheeks flushed with shame and anger once again. She looked up suddenly, her tearful eyes instantly igniting with rage, like a beast whose tail had been stepped on. "Tang San! What on earth do you want?! I've already admitted my mistake, how much more do you want to humiliate me?!"

Facing the pitiful and angry Ning Rongrong, Tang San's expression remained unchanged. He didn't soften his heart just because a woman was crying. He said calmly, "Ning Rongrong, I'll teach you one more thing. When negotiating a deal with someone, or even when begging them, remember that your words need to be altruistic. What did you just say about Boss Dai? Does that have anything to do with me? Did I poison them?"

"He even attacked me today. Although his strength is like a child's, I don't mind being challenged. But I, Tang San, can't possibly owe a Title Douluo a favor for a stranger. I'm not Buddha; saving a life is not my business. You can go to the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden for help; perhaps she will." "Go back."

Tang San turned around, not wanting to continue the conversation.

Seeing Tang San turning around to leave and even ordering him to leave, Ning Rongrong became anxious and took a step forward, reaching out to grab the corner of Tang San's clothes.

Tang San turned his head and looked behind him, and asked: "Why, you want to tear my clothes off?"

"Don't leave."

Tang San almost rolled his eyes and couldn't help complaining in his heart, you are the one who wants to leave, this is my room!
Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at Tang San who was so close. She pinched the corner of Tang San's clothes tightly with her fingers and said, "What do you want in exchange for saving me?"

Tang San flung his clothes aside with one hand, turned around, and looked down at Ning Rongrong, saying, "When asking for help, you should act in a begging manner. Just because you said 'I was wrong' and 'Please save me', you expect me to find a Titled Douluo to save me? Miss Ning, aren't you... a little too naive?"

Ning Rongrong's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away in an instant.

She stared intently at Tang San's eyes, which were so close to her and without any warmth. There was no trace of pity in them, only cold calculation and the calmness of being in control of everything.

Now she understood that this wasn't just an apology; it was a deal, a deal she'd have to pay a heavy price to make. All the shame, indignation, and resentment she felt were shattered by this stark reality, leaving only cold despair and endless humiliation. A single, scorching tear, unable to be held back any longer, finally broke free from her eyelashes, silently sliding down her pale, trembling cheek and onto the cold floor.

Ning Rongrong's eyes were blank, and she slowly closed them. She placed her hands on the buttons of her clothes and began to unbutton them, revealing her snow-white skin.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's behavior, Tang San was dumbfounded and grabbed her hand: "What are you doing!"

Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat when Tang San grabbed her hand. As if accepting her fate, she shouted, "Isn't this what you wanted? I'll give it to you."

Tang San's head almost tilted. He really thought he was like Shrek, frequenting brothels? He had his own requirements!

"Why do I need your body? Is it valuable?" Tang San snorted. He was almost taken advantage of by Ning Rongrong.

Tang San said: "I just want you to tell me something about the spirit master named Lan Yin from your academy."

(End of this chapter)