Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

"When did I represent...?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Dong Qing with a strange look in her eyes. She wanted to ask when she had come to represent the Heavenly Dou Empire, and when she had any questions for Ma Youtie in front of her.

But before she could even ask...

Dong Qing gently patted Ning Rongrong's hand and shook his head slightly, causing her to swallow back all her questions. She could only sit beside him like a mascot.

“Okay, I will answer seriously.” Ma Youtie nodded.

Perhaps it was his inferiority complex, fearing that he would defile the table and chairs that Dongqing had casually taken out, that made him only dare to sit halfway down even when Dongqing ordered him to sit down.

"Do the lower-level deacons of the martial spirit branch halls in nearby cities come to your village every year to awaken the martial spirits of the six-year-old children in the village?" Dong Qing asked.

"Yes." Ma Youtie nodded.

"Did he, directly or indirectly, solicit gold soul coins from you villagers as a reward?" Dong Qing continued to ask.

“No.” Ma Youtie shook his head.

"Hmph, I don't believe it. The lowest-ranking deacons of the Spirit Hall are so incorruptible. Maybe he just doesn't dare to say it."

Ning Rongrong's adorable humming and whining revealed nothing of the fact that she had just crushed a mortal whose life was as insignificant as two ants, simply because his eyes were so foolish, filthy, and disgusting.

“I believe him,” Dong Qing said after thinking for a moment.

"Nobody would believe that. Does your Spirit Hall not have any scumbags who embezzle and take bribes?" Ning Rongrong said with a look of disdain.

“There are definitely some, but they can’t embezzle from these villagers.” Dong Qing said calmly.

"Really? You, whoever you are, what iron, tell the truth, did those deacons who gave you free martial soul awakenings take some benefits from you behind the scenes?" Ning Rongrong asked with a hint of threat in her tone.

Even when faced with a threat from a high-ranking Soul Master, Ma Youtie, who was just an ordinary mortal, still firmly shook his head in the end.

"No, we villages outside the city are too poor. After a year of hard work, after paying taxes and leaving enough food to survive, there's hardly any money left. The Soul Master lives in the city and often associates with high-ranking officials and nobles, so he actually looks down on us poor folks."

"If it weren't for His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall issuing a decree ordering all personnel of the Spirit Hall branch halls to..."

As Ma Youtie spoke, he quickly recalled the papal decree etched deep in his mind.

Pope Bibi Dong's decree of amnesty from the Spirit Hall.

No matter how remote or isolated a village is, as long as there is a Martial Soul Branch Hall in the village, no matter how simple it is, the local deacon must personally go there to hold the Martial Soul Awakening Ceremony.

This decree was etched in the hearts of ordinary soul masters, who were willing to sacrifice their soul power for it.

Chapter 635, I'm coming clean: I'm a billionaire.

After Dong Qing finished asking his questions about the Spirit Hall, Ning Rongrong asked a few meaningless questions in a dry tone before ending the seemingly insignificant conversation.

In fact, if we're just talking about representing the Heaven Dou Empire, Ning Rongrong really does have the qualifications.

Her father, Ning Fengzhi, was not only the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but also the teacher of Emperor Qinghe, the current monarch of the Tiandou Empire. His status was absolutely beyond question.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

As the smoke rose from the chimneys and the aroma of rice wafted in the breeze, the midday sun shone brightly, signaling that it was time for lunch. The young woman named Cao Guiying brought out the food from the kitchen.

The meal was not plentiful, and even somewhat meager.

One fish, a plate of sweet potato leaves, and two bowls of white rice.

The meal didn't include all three dishes and one soup, but it was already complete.

"Aren't you going to eat together?" Ning Rongrong asked suspiciously.

"No, we are of humble status. Young Master Qing and Miss Ning, please eat first. We can eat later," the young couple, Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying, quickly said.

"Oh, is that so?" Ning Rongrong nodded.

They didn't eat it together, could it be that they secretly poisoned it...?

Think about this.

Ning Rongrong touched the bracelet space soul tool on her wrist, and then a small white stone appeared in her palm.

She glanced down at the white stone and, finding it hadn't changed color, gradually lowered her guard against the food on the table.

"Eat up, we're leaving after we've finished."

Dong Qing glanced at Ning Rongrong, ignoring her little actions. It was a good thing that she was wary. He didn't need to say anything, like that these ordinary mortals couldn't afford poison at all.

"Oh."

Ning Rongrong gave a listless "oh," picked up the spotless chopsticks on the table, casually picked up a piece of fish, put it in her mouth, and chewed it absentmindedly.

As for the taste...

It was so-so, a bit bland, but palatable. It was low in oil and salt. In short, for Ning Rongrong, the fish and vegetables were just average, and frankly, nothing special.

So she didn't eat more than a few bites before putting down her chopsticks.

What followed was a scene common when eating out: sitting next to Dongqing, her eyes began to glaze over as she casually surveyed her surroundings.

This is a common state that arises when people are bored but don't know what to do, and Ning Rongrong is currently in this state.

She had no interest in the village, the villagers, or the couple Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying, but because of Dongqing, she had to waste her time here.

How boring...

the other side.

Unlike Ning Rongrong, Dong Qing ate slowly and deliberately. Even though what he ate was very simple, it still couldn't hide his elegant and noble temperament.

Let's just put it that way.

It's the same as eating.

Even when a billionaire is eating a bowl of rice, he looks very different from an ordinary person, and that's the advantage of his status.

At this time.

Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying were pleased to see that Dong Qing had not minded the simple meal and had eaten all the rice and fish that had been prepared with such care.

They glanced at each other and smiled.

At the same time, I felt a sense of relief, as if something had been put down and I hadn't fallen directly to the ground from mid-air.

Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying cautiously asked, "Young Master Qing, if you haven't eaten enough, there's still food in the kitchen..."

Dong Qing waved his hand to stop her, saying, "No need. I can only eat two bowls at most, and she only ate a few bites of this bowl. Food is precious and shouldn't be wasted."

The words fell.

Under Ning Rongrong's utterly incomprehensible gaze, Dongqing picked up the porcelain bowl in front of her, which still had more than half a bowl of white rice left.

Ten seconds passed.

Ning Rongrong whispered, "These are my leftovers, you really don't mind them!"

"I don't mind." Dong Qing glanced at her.

"Have you eaten their food?" Ning Rongrong continued to ask.

"Not at the moment." Dong Qing shook his head slightly.

“I’m the first one!” Ning Rongrong asked tentatively.

“You are the first one,” Dong Qing replied affirmatively.

The final answer was confirmed. Although she didn't know why, Ning Rongrong found that her mood had inexplicably improved a lot, and she had a wonderful feeling of getting Dongqing for the first time.

In a pleasant mood.

She saw mountains as mountains, water as water, and everything seemed beautiful to her; even the two bright light bulbs in front of her seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

About ten minutes passed.

Dong Qing slowly finished the remaining white rice that Ning Rongrong had left, as well as the fish and sweet potato leaves on the table. Then he patted his stomach with a satisfied expression.

"Ma Youtie, your wife has excellent cooking skills. You've found a good woman," Dong Qing exclaimed.

"Gui... Guiying's cooking is indeed quite good." Ma Youtie scratched his head sheepishly.

that's it.

After a brief chat, Dongqing took Ning Rongrong and left, leaving the village and the ordinary, humble couple behind.

Not long after they stepped out of the village, Ning Rongrong suddenly asked, "Dongqing, about that...you don't think I'm cruel, do you? That I don't value the lives of ordinary people just because of the uncleanness in my eyes?"

She felt a pang of unease, wondering if she had gone too far, secretly taking the lives of two innocent people because of a pair of filthy eyes.

But if she were given another chance, she felt she would still do the same thing, because she simply couldn't stand those disgusting and filthy eyes.

"It's alright, my little princess Rongrong. I will bear all your sins alone."

Dong Qing smiled gently, rubbed Ning Rongrong's head, cupped her delicate face, and lightly pecked her pink lips below her nose.

Just like now.

Not long ago, Ning Rongrong obtained the silver thread worms from Dugu Yan, which successfully reproduced and hatched inside the village chief and his son.

Starting today.

The village chief and his son's health will gradually decline under the influence of the silver thread worms, and they will die naturally in their beds after about half a month.

Killing without a trace, life and death are not in the hands of fate.

Dugu Bo is an old poison master, while Dugu Yan is a young poison master. She is not only skilled in poison, but now, with the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul, she also has the ability to control thousands of poisons.

There is.

Ning Rongrong's seemingly reckless act inadvertently helped the ordinary and humble couple, preventing them from suffering retaliation from the village chief and his son because of Dong Qing's intervention.

Don't ask why the village chief and his son sought revenge on that ordinary, humble couple.

Because people are always like this... When faced with those powerful people who are high above them and whom they are powerless to help, they always tend to vent their anger on those who are weaker than themselves.

"Um... Dongqing, I have a question."

"What's the problem?"

"You're not usually interested in delicacies, so why would you praise someone for some simple meals? Besides, the food that mortal made is just edible, it has nothing to do with taste."

"She put her heart into it, really put her heart into it. In my opinion, any food made with care, even if the ingredients and taste are just average, should not be taken for granted because of the sincerity behind it."

"Sincerity?"