Chapter 607: Chapter 607

"Was your grandfather called Ning Zhongyuan?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.

"Yes!" Ning’er nodded.

"It really is you!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes brightened as he spoke.

"How do you know about my family’s information? Have you been secretly investigating me?" Ning’er asked seriously.

"No!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩

"I don’t believe you! If you hadn’t investigated me, how could you possibly know so clearly?" Ning’er countered.

"Let’s put that question aside for now. Who do you want to kill?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Are you willing to help me?" Ning’er’s eyes lit up as she asked.

"Tell me what’s going on," Zhang Xiaohao asked.

"My grandfather is dead, I want to kill that person, to avenge my grandfather!" Ning’er said with a fierce look on her face.

"Your grandfather is dead? Who killed him? And who do you want to kill to avenge your grandfather?" Zhang Xiaohao asked back.

"Hmph! Murong Family’s second master, Murong Longchen!" Ning’er said with a murderous aura.

"Murong Longchen? Was it he who killed your grandfather?" Zhang Xiaohao asked again.

"Yes!" Ning’er nodded heavily.

"Then how do you know it was he who killed your grandfather?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"I overheard it by chance! He cursed my grandfather as a stubborn old fool, it was all his fault! He was the reason something went awry, and also that something precious was lost!" Ning’er explained.

"Oh," Zhang Xiaohao responded indifferently.

I didn’t acquire any useful treasures at the auction!

Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously to himself.

"I’m now yours. Are you willing to help me?" Ning’er asked plaintively.

She hugged Zhang Xiaohao’s arm and shook it again.

"Once more!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes indifferently.

At the same time, he thought annoyedly that the world was indeed so small; he was planning to find her, yet fate had strangely brought them together.

Since it’s come to this, then let it be!

After figuring out her identity, Zhang Xiaohao no longer had any burdens on his mind.

"If I do it one more time, will you agree to help me?" Ning’er asked, biting her teeth.

"Yes," Zhang Xiaohao replied faintly.

"Alright! As long as you’re willing to help me, I’ll be yours from now on. Available twenty-four hours a day, ready to do whatever you want, with absolutely no complaints," Ning’er said through clenched teeth.

"Start!" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

Ning’er’s cheeks flushed with shyness, she bravely endured and started moving again...

The storm raged, and once more, beautiful and pleasant sounds filled the room.

The girl, who had just experienced the tempest, once again braved the stormy peaks, passively enduring...

This time it lasted even longer, a full four hours.

When everything finally came to a stop, Ning’er lay sprawled lazily on the bed, forming a spread-eagled shape, her face adorned with a contented smile as she drifted into slumber.

"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao touched his nose and chuckled wryly.

He gently pulled over a blanket and covered her with it.

Picking up the phone on the bedside, he dialed the front desk and asked them to bring up some gourmet food.

A group of dozens, each a burly ruffian with a blade tucked behind them, wrapped in a black cloth, hid in the bushes, swatting at mosquitoes, staring at the hotel with murderous intent.

"Damn it! Hei Mao, why haven’t they come out yet?" A bald man with a fierce aura asked.

Behind him, two underlings were vigorously waving palm-sized leaves, fanning him.

The brute called Hei Mao was the same guy who had been beaten up by Zhang Xiaohao before.

"Brother Xiang, I really didn’t know! Maybe this pretty boy couldn’t move after seeing how pure that little girl was!" Hei Mao said carefully.

Brother Xiang swung his hand and delivered two heavy slaps.

"Fuck! Are you a fucking idiot? Can’t you come up with a way to lure them out?" Brother Xiang cursed angrily.

"Brother Xiang, in a matter of mutual consent, what can I do? Can I forcefully interrupt them?" Hei Mao said weakly.

Brother Xiang again delivered two more heavy slaps.

"Fuck! Are you a pig-brained moron? Can’t you use that pig brain of yours to think?" Brother Xiang continued to berate heatedly.

"Brother Xiang, this really isn’t something that can be solved by thinking!" Hei Mao complained with a pained expression.

"What is it, then?" Brother Xiang asked, struggling to hold back his anger.

"Brother Xiang, I didn’t graduate from primary school; it’s a matter of IQ! I can fight and kill alright, but when it comes to scheming, how could I possibly come up with something?" Hei Mao said with a strained face.

"Fuck your mother! I’ll beat you to death, you bastard!" Brother Xiang roared in fury.

He raised his hand, ready to keep hitting Hei Mao.

"Ah! Brother Xiang, don’t hit me, I have something to say!" Hei Mao cried out in panic.

"Spit it out! If you have something to say, say it! If you gotta fart, then fart!" Brother Xiang bellowed.

"Ah! Brother Xiang, I have an idea, do you think this will work?" Hei Mao’s eyes lit up as he spoke.

He leaned in close and began to whisper in Brother Xiang’s ear.

"Fuck! That’s a good idea! I can’t believe you came up with that, little rascal. Alright, let’s do it!" Brother Xiang said, excitedly slapping his thigh.

Zhang Xiaohao had no idea that a conspiracy against him had just been freshly hatched.

He arranged the food and walked to the bedside.

Looking at the sleeping innocent beauty, Zhang Xiaohao’s lips curled into a heartfelt smile.

His right hand pressed on her lower abdomen, and he cycled the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, channeling Shennong True Qi into her body, healing her.

"Mm... Hmm... Mm..." Under the aid of Shennong True Qi, Ning’er comfortably moaned.

Her originally pale face now regained some color.

Moreover, after being extensively nourished by Shennong True Qi, her body would become even healthier than before!

Under the expulsion of Shennong True Qi, a large amount of black impurities were squeezed out of her body.

"Ugh, so stinky!" Ning’er murmured with a frown, opening her eyes.

Smelling the foul odor lingering in the air, she instinctively scrunched up her face.

"How do you feel?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.

"So stinky! Quickly open the window and let the smell out," Ning’er said.

"Take a look for yourself!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

He pointed to the black impurities on her body.

"Ah! Are these coming from me?" Ning’er exclaimed in shock.

She quickly jumped down from the bed and dashed towards the restroom.

The door shut, and soon, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

"Heh heh." Zhang Xiaohao chuckled as he touched his nose.

He sat down on the sofa, opened a bottle of ’82 Lafite wine, poured himself a glass, and slowly began to savor it.

The restroom door opened, and Ning’er came out wearing a white bath towel, sitting down opposite Zhang Xiaohao.