Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

The next day.

Ning Qi, Ning Wange, and Zhu Yiran went to eat at the First Floor Restaurant.

That's right, the name is First Floor.

They make no secret of their excellence.

Zhu Yiran whispered, "It's run by the leader of the martial arts alliance." So it can be called the First Floor.

Ning Qi: "Is it delicious?"

If the food isn't good, I wouldn't go to the First Floor Restaurant, let alone the Jade Palace in the heavens.

Zhu Yiran: "Yes, the chef is top-notch." But as for the best taste, that's impossible to say.

Everyone has their own tastes and standards, so it's hard to say.

Ning Qi is all set. Ning Wange has booked a private room, and her assistant brings over the menu.

Ning Wange had never eaten there, Zhu Yiran had only heard of it but had never been there, and Ning Qi had never been there either.

"Come and try all the local specialties."

The waiter, who liked the generous customer, immediately withdrew, closed the door, and went to find the chef.

Ancheng cuisine is mainly light and refreshing.

Before the main dishes arrived, pastries and tea were served first.

Four dishes of pastries were served in total, including a dish of Ding Sheng Gao (a type of steamed rice cake), which is made by steaming a mixture of glutinous rice and regular rice, and filled with jujube paste. It is pink and soft.

A plate of cloud-shaped cakes, made with stir-fried glutinous rice, sesame oil, and lard, sliced ​​thinly like clouds, melts in your mouth.

A plate of begonia cakes, shaped like begonia flowers, with a crispy caramel crust and a filling of red bean paste.

A plate of large square cakes, filled with five different kinds of fillings, with a thin, translucent skin that looks very tempting.

The tea served was the famous West Lake Longjing.

The three of them washed their hands and began to eat without any hesitation.

The pastries are soft and chewy, and have a unique flavor.

The three of them thought the crabapple cake was quite good, and Ning Wange rang the bell and asked for a plate of it.

But before the pastries arrived, someone knocked on the door.

A little girl held a pink letter in her hand: "It's from a guest to Miss Ning Yange."

She was completely at someone else's mercy.

Ning Yuange's eyes were calm, without the slightest fluctuation; she was beautiful.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, many people's eyes were on her.

"Thank you, you can leave it on the table."

The little girl spoke fluently: "That young master also said he would like to meet you on the first floor."

"I understand."

The little girl finished her task and ran out.

Zhu Yiran was genuinely worried about Ning Wange's health. The female protagonists in her novels were all normal, but the male protagonists and supporting male characters were not so normal.

"Don't worry, I'm not going."

Ning Wange picked up a piece of pastry and ate it. How could a stranger compare to the pastry in front of her?

But there are some things she can't avoid by not going.

Two days later, Ning Qi and his disciples began preparations for the competition.

Zhu Yiran is also making preparations for the competition.

Ning Yuge could only come out alone with her guards. She went to the weapon shop and wanted to buy a dagger.

When choosing a dagger, it should be both sharp and aesthetically pleasing.

Ning Yuge looked at the three daggers placed in front of her, each with its own advantages.

Just as she was struggling with this decision, a disgusted voice reached her ears.

"I want all three daggers." He walked to Ning Yuge's side and pointed to the daggers in front of her.

The shopkeeper: "..."

"Sir, you can take a look at the others. These three are what this young lady wants."

Fu Baiwen held up a brightly decorated fan: "No, I want all three of them."

He was determined to win.

The guard behind him took out a bag of silver and threw it at the shopkeeper.

Seeing that the person couldn't understand human speech, the shopkeeper said the truth: "When buying things, it's first-come, first-served. This young lady was here first."

Even if you want to buy it, you have to wait in line.

Fu Baiwen gave a cold smile and glanced at the guards behind him.

The guard took out another purse of silver and tossed it to the shopkeeper: "Is this alright now?"

The shopkeeper: "..."

I haven't met such an interesting person in a long time.

He moved the two purses toward the man: "It's not about the money."

Fu Baiwen had already struck up a conversation with Ning Yange: "What do you want to buy? I'll give it to you."

Ning Wange: Who are you?

I don't know you.

"Now that we've met, I'm Fu Bowen..." A long self-introduction.

Ning Wange's shopping mood was disturbed, and not wanting to cause trouble, she decided to go home.

Fu Baiwen followed her, muttering to himself, "You really hate your sister, don't you?"

"I also have a younger brother who loves to fight with me over things."

Ning Wange couldn't stand it. Her sister was so good, yet people were still saying bad things about Aqi.

And in front of her.

"My sister is fine. Stranger, please have some self-respect."

"I'll tell my sister, you just wait."

Although Fu Baiwen liked Ning Zhangge, he disliked Ning Zhangge's attitude and subconsciously knocked her unconscious.

The guards who came to their rescue were also knocked unconscious.

Those around: "Murder!"

"Someone has committed murder, patrol team."

Fu Baiwen remembered that this wasn't his home, so he gave the guard a look, signaling him to clean up.

He left with Ning Wange.

During the journey, Ning Wange stubbornly woke up, and she moved her hand to her waist to turn on the signal firework.

Fu Baiwen failed to stop it, and his face turned as black as ink.

The fireworks are red and last for a minute.

Upon seeing this, Ning Qi and Ning Buwei immediately realized that something had happened to their older sister/daughter.

The two split up to search for someone, and Zhu Yiran, who lived next door, even provided Aqi with several places to stay.

At the same time, Jiang Yubai also sought help from Madam Shi, since this place was Xie Mengzhu's territory.

Leader Xie was also furious and ordered people to go find him immediately.

In the afternoon, martial law was declared in Ancheng, and Alliance Leader Xie sent people to personally investigate each household.

Fu Baiwen's face was grim; he hadn't expected so many people to be mobilized.

Does the Ning family not care about Ning Wange's innocent reputation?

"Young Master, leave the man here and let's go. We've found out about this place soon," his subordinate advised.

With the entire city under martial law, it would be difficult for them to move with their people.

And it wouldn't be good to explain this to the original poster.

After all, they came to participate in the martial arts tournament, not to steal people.

Fu Baiwen remained silent. He had never suffered such a loss before. The person was right in front of him, yet he was still forced to release him.

He got up and went into the cell, where he grabbed Ning Yuange's chin with his slender, white hands.

"You are mine."

"Take care of yourself. I'll come and take you away someday."

Fu Baiwen held Ning Yuange's face with one hand and touched her in an ambiguous manner with the other.

Ning Yuange looked at him with a calm yet murderous gaze and declared, "I will kill you."

Fu Baiwen smiled indifferently: "If I die by your hand, I'll do it willingly."

The two looked at each other, one serious, the other joking.

Fu Baiwen was not afraid at all. His father was a ninth-rank martial artist, he was an eighth-rank, and Zixia Tower also had many talented people.

Why would I be afraid of the Green Mountain Sect?

Zixia Tower belongs to him; he can mobilize everyone. Can Ning Wange do the same?

No.

He was quick to speak, but considering she was about to become his woman, he should forgive him.

"wait for me."

Fu Baiwen and his men tried to fly away, but Ning Qi stood on the rooftop looking down at him.

Her breath was swirling around her.

Fu Baiwen was startled and immediately ordered his men to leave.

Ning Qi charged forward, and those who tried to stop her died.

One sword, one kill; one move, one kill; people fall at any time, but her target is always Fu Baiwen.

Fear finally appeared in Fu Baiwen's eyes. He glanced to his left and right and saw two seventh-rank martial artists.

The two subordinates stopped knowingly and turned to face Ning Qi.

Ning Qi absorbed people's internal energy for the first time, and within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, two seventh-rank martial artists died.

The internal energy within her body surged back and forth.

Ning Qi guided her internal energy in the right direction, and a quarter of an hour later, Fu Baiwen was no longer in sight.

She turned to save Ning Wange.

From inside the city to outside, Fu Baiwen dared not stop; he had already sent a distress signal to his father.

As long as his father comes, everything will be fine.

"I'm fine, Aqi."

There was no fear or dread in Ning Yuge's eyes, only hatred—hatred for the culprit.

"Are you alright?"

Ning Qi understood what she meant: "Are you sure you're okay on your own?"

"No..." The rescuers outside the door arrived, and Ning Yuange's eyes were resolute: "Aqi, I want to kill him with my own hands."

Ning Qi nodded, immediately turned around, and continued chasing after Fu Baiwen.

Fu Baiwen dared not stop running; he could only circulate his internal energy and keep running.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and he immediately dodged to the left.

Ning Qi has arrived.

Fu Baiwen gritted his teeth and went ahead.

Two swords were brandished, their flashes of light reflecting off the blades in the cool moonlight.

Ning Qi quickened her pace, thrusting with one hand while absorbing his internal energy with the other.

"You... are a demon."

Fu Baiwen collapsed.