I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

Chapter 1202 Does Little Red Want to Learn the Sermon?

"Nonsense, utter nonsense, baseless ramblings, and utter fabrication!"

Ning Ruan rattled off four idioms in one breath.

Mu Yiqiu wanted to laugh when she heard this.

But she didn't laugh.

Because she also thought the Shadow Clan was really ridiculous.

Even after hearing that the Shadow Clan had killed the murderer, she was still wondering if the few powerful members of the Boundless Bandits who had escaped had been found and killed.

Then, as soon as he turned around, he heard Tang Xiaopangzi say that the Shadow Clan was chasing two other survivors.

She can testify!

The Shadow Clan didn't chase after them!

They're right here, why are the Shadow Clan chasing them?

“…Miss Ning, you seem quite emotional,” Tang Xiaopangzi said tentatively.

Ning Ruan: "...I have no emotions, I am just stating the facts."

She paused for a moment, then added, "But that's not important for now. Let's talk about the book first."

When the book was mentioned, Tang Xiaopangzi's tone became much more serious.

Miss Ning's novels cannot be considered ordinary publications.

Each of her books is a sensation among all races.

“Miss Ning, but you’re not even in the Spirit Realm, how are we going to publish this book?”

The chubby boy suddenly felt a little guilty.

It's also because he's not capable enough.

Surprisingly, they didn't expand the Bright Moon Trading Company beyond the Spirit Realm and spread it among all races.

He deserves to die.

This is also a question that Mu Yiqiu is concerned about.

She looked at Ning Ruan, wanting to hear what other solutions she could come up with.

Then she saw Ning Ruan take out the red sword from her body.

...That red sword that can talk and curse!

Mu Yiqiu's eyes narrowed instantly, and his back straightened ramrod straight.

She had already mentally prepared her response: if that little bastard dared to insult her, she would immediately retaliate.

"Master, Master, Master."

Xiao Hong wasn't cursing; she was happily flitting around Ning Ruan.

"Xiao Hong is nice too." Ning Ruan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she smiled like a kind old mother. "Does Xiao Hong want to learn to speak?"

"Xiao Hong is smart and knows how to talk."

"You are very smart, but you don't know enough to talk about. Do you want to learn more?"

"Xiao Hong, speak, more."

"Then you agree?"

"agree."

"Okay, since you've agreed, I'll pass on what you need to say to you. Just read it verbatim, okay?"

Ning Ruan pointed to the sound transmission talisman in her hand.

Xiao Hong swayed in mid-air a few more times, probably finding the words too long and difficult to understand, and repeated, "Is that okay?"

Ning Ruan: "I asked you. You see, you're not very good at speaking, so you can't understand anything."

"Xiao Hong can talk, she's smart."

"You'll be even better at speaking from now on."

"Xiao Hong, you're even better now."

Seeing the man and the sword quickly reach an agreement, Mu Yiqiu's expression was extremely complicated.

Meanwhile, Tang Xiaopangzi, who hadn't seen the scene but could only hear the sounds, remained silent for a moment before asking, "...Miss Ning, are you trying to tell me verbally? That's one way."

But he quickly hesitated and said, "But could you please not look for children? This... Xiao Hong, she shouldn't be very old, right?"

Nonsense! She's the same age as me, we were born at the same time!

Ning Ruan said, "Don't be picky. Only it can dictate. Otherwise, who else would you ask? Mu Yiqiu?"

Mu Yiqiu: "?"

Although she was also eager to know the plot, she simply couldn't bring herself to read the novel aloud.

I have absolutely no patience for that.

"I can't," he said without even thinking.

Ning Ruan wasn't surprised at all. "You heard that? She can't do it, and neither can I. Only Xiao Hong can."

Ning Ruan just finished speaking.

Little Red's tender voice came from the side:

"Little Red's Journey".

Tang Xiaopangzi: "..."

Mu Yiqiu: "..."

It was clearly a sword, but she had a strange feeling that Ning Ruan was deceiving a cub.

It's the kind of deception where they sell the cubs and then make the cubs help count the money.

Tang Xiaopangzi remained silent for a while before continuing, "Miss Ning, which area are you in right now? If it's really impossible, I can send someone to find you and retrieve the manuscript."

Miss Ning's manuscript is worth the risk that Mingyue Trading Company takes.

Even setting aside the friendship and camaraderie, the potential returns alone are tempting enough.

"me?"

Ning Ruan's voice came from the transmission talisman.

Tang Xiaopangzi nodded, "Yes."

"I probably can't come."

"Miss Ning, rest assured, our Mingyue Trading Company has now established itself in the Eastern Qin Empire. I dare not say anything else, but retrieving your manuscript will definitely not be a problem."

"Shadow Clan, Main World, Middle Territory."

Ning Ruan named three locations in one breath.

The first two are okay.

Upon hearing the second one, Tang Xiaopangzi stared blankly, "Miss Ning, are you from the Shadow Clan?"

"Yes."

"Still in the main world?"

"Yes."

"...No, when did the Shadow Clan's Central Domain ever allow outsiders to enter at will? And at this time, they would never let you go."

"I can come and go as I please, do I need their permission?"

"But they won't allow it, how can you..."

Tang Xiaopangzi's voice came to an abrupt halt.

The transmission talisman was cut off immediately.

But after only a moment, Tang Xiaopangzi reconnected.

Ning Ruan could clearly hear the other person swallowing.

Accompanied by a gasp, "Miss Ning... that, the Shadow Clan... the fall of their Northern King, it shouldn't have been you who did it, right?"

"No, I'm only at the ninth level, I can't kill them."

"..." You are at the Ninth Realm, but you also killed Wang Xuan.

Tang Xiaopangzi silently breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

What a coincidence!

Miss Ning, who shouldn't be in the Central Region, has appeared.

Then came the assassination of the Northern King.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like Miss Ning assassinated the Northern King.

"As long as this matter has nothing to do with Miss Ning or Miss Mu, that's fine."

He added, almost as if possessed.

But as soon as those words were spoken, Ning Ruan's rebuttal came.

"Yes, it's related, I meant it..."

The transmission talisman was unexpectedly cut off again.

This time, quite a while passed before Tang Xiaopangzi finally spoke again, "Miss Ning, where were we? Oh, we were talking about Xiaohong helping you deliver the manuscript, right?"

"No, we're talking about the Northern King."

"The Northern King? Isn't the Northern King already dead? Why are we talking about him? Let's talk about the novel instead, Miss Ning. I think we can start now. It would be good to finish it and sell it as soon as possible."

Ning Ruan: "...Then wait a moment."

Since Tang Xiaopangzi didn't ask, she stopped rambling.

He grabbed Xiao Hong in his hand.

Close your eyes.

She and Xiaohong were kindred spirits.

It can instantly comprehend simple thoughts and instructions.

She had never done anything like delivering a manuscript before.

But for Xiao Hong now, it's not too difficult.

After all, it doesn't require using your brain.

All you need to do is read her thoughts aloud.

As for why she didn't read it herself?

That's because they don't want to talk!

Why bother talking when you can accomplish something with just a thought?

Our mouths are for eating, too.

"Floating Shadow...long time...unseen, where...are you planning to hide...now?"

"..."

Little Red floated in mid-air and stammered out her first words to the communication talisman.

Tang Xiaopangzi, who has an extremely keen sense of business opportunities, originally disliked Xiao Hong, whose words were often incoherent.

Upon hearing this, those not-so-big eyes forced themselves to open wider.

This is the taste!

Ning's novels always have a flavor that he can't quite put his finger on.

Even though he had encountered many women whose word choice and sentence structure surpassed Ning's, he just couldn't find that same feeling.

Here it comes...

This is exactly what he wanted!