Ma Hongjun and Oscar were also quite drunk. Originally, they still harbored some resentment because of the Soul Fighting Competition, but now, in their drunken state, they started addressing each other as brothers.
Ma Hongjun, tipsy, mumbled, "Brother Zong, you're a month or two older than me, so you're my brother from now on. I really admire you, Fatty, for finding such a beautiful sister-in-law like Zhu Qing."
Oscar, though also quite drunk, was still relatively clear-headed, though his eyes kept glancing at Ning Rongrong, a pang of jealousy rising in his heart.
Then he looked at the zuzong. They were both human, so why was there such a huge difference? He'd been pursuing Ning Rongrong for over four months with no success. The zuzong, on the other hand, had won over Zhu Zhuqing in just one month.
Sigh, comparisons are odious!
Oscar whispered to the zuzong, "zuzong, oh no, Brother Zong, could you teach me how to pick up girls?"
The zuzong was taken aback at first, then, as if he had thought of something, a smile appeared on his lips. He asked knowingly, "What, have you taken a fancy to any girl?"
Oscar glanced at Ning Rongrong and nodded.
Just then, Ning Rongrong also came over. Seeing Oscar talking to the clan leader, and the two of them glancing at her from time to time, she was a little puzzled and asked, "What are you two talking about?"
"Nothing, nothing, I just have some questions about cultivation to ask the clan leader."
As he spoke, Oscar pulled the clan leader aside, and the zuzong did not resist, which suited him perfectly.
The zuzong pretended to be puzzled and said, "You don't happen to like Ning Rongrong, do you?"
Oscar nodded, neither confirming nor denying.
"I have a way to help you win her over." The zuzong said mysteriously.
Hearing this, Oscar's eyes lit up, and a bright smile appeared on his face. "Tell me, tell me."
"Look at this." The zuzong pointed to his eyes.
Oscar, bewildered, instinctively looked into the zu zong's eyes, and the two locked eyes.
"Illusion—Sharingan."
As he spoke, the zu zong's eyes closed slightly, then opened again, his eyes turning blood red, the three tomoe in his pupils rotating counter-clockwise.
After a short while, the zuzong and Oscar returned to the luxurious private room.
The zuzong looked around and found that everyone had almost finished eating, and many were quite drunk.
Flander and Zhao Wuji had drunk the most, praising the zu zong's century-old soul wine highly, and even Yu Xiaogang had drunk quite a bit.
Fortunately, Flander and Zhao Wuji were both Soul Saints, so they weren't unable to walk. Yu Xiaogang, on the other hand, was quite dizzy.
The zuzong said to Flander, "Dean Flander, everyone has drunk quite a bit. I've booked rooms, so please stay at this hotel!"
Flander looked apologetic, scratching the back of his head. "That's not a good idea, it'll make you spend money!"
He knew how expensive this hotel was.
"But I've already paid for the rooms, it'll be a waste if no one stays." As he spoke, the clan leader waved the room key in his hand.
Flander, quick-witted, snatched the key. He figured he might as well enjoy it, since he had a big spender. "Don't waste it, don't waste it."
Ultimately, it was decided that Flander and Zhao Wuji would share a room, Master Yu Xiaogang would have a room alone, Ma Hongjun and Oscar would share a room, Ning Rongrong would have a room alone, and Zhu Zhuqing would go back to the Rose Hotel with the zuzong, Xiao Wu, and Ye Lingling. As for the others from the Royal Fighting faction, they all had their own accommodations, and some even stayed at this hotel.
Before leaving, the zuzong watched Oscar help Yu Xiaogang into his hotel room, a strange smile playing on his lips. He hoped Yu Xiaogang would like this generous gift.
Earlier outside the door, the zuzong had cast a small illusion spell on Oscar and given him a third of the Mother-Child River water. Now, Yu Xiaogang was drunk and would undoubtedly be parched, naturally drinking the "sweet water" Oscar had prepared for him.
Of course, even if he didn't drink it, Oscar would feed him.
As for Ma Hongjun, the zuzong had a good impression of him; although he was a bit cunning, he was chivalrous in crucial moments, so he helped him into the room.
Over the years, with the zu zong's increased soul power, although his Sharingan hadn't evolved into the Mangekyou Sharingan, its power was vastly different. Moreover, the zu zong's soul power and mental strength far surpassed Oscar's, making control effortless. When the time was right, Oscar wouldn't feel anything amiss, only that he had taken care of the drunken Yu Xiaogang that night.
The zuzong could easily imagine how exciting it would be when Yu Xiaogang discovered he was pregnant some time later.
Of course, that's a story for later.
Meanwhile, the zuzong and his group left the Soto Grand Hotel and strolled down the street.
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Zu Zong, carrying the drunk Xiao Wu on his back, sighed inwardly. What a glutton! She was drinking ale like carrot juice. He hadn't been paying attention, and she'd gotten completely drunk.
Meanwhile, someone who shouldn't have been there was someone else beside him—Ning Rongrong.
Zu Zong looked at Ning Rongrong, his brow furrowing slightly. "Miss Ning," he said, "didn't I book you a room? What are you doing here?"
He'd finally managed to get Zhu Zhuqing to stay, and now Xiao Wu was drunk. It was unlikely he'd actually sleep with Zhu Zhuqing this time—he couldn't bring himself to do it—but holding her would be good too! After all, they wouldn't see each other for months after tonight.
Well, Ning Rongrong's meddling had ruined his chances of getting the little kitten into the room.
Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed slightly. She didn't know why, but when she heard Zhu Zhuqing was going back to the Rose Hotel with Zu Zong, she inexplicably offered to go too. So she gave the extra room key to Oscar.
With her face flushed, Ning Rongrong pouted and said, "I... I'm afraid you'll bully Zhu Qing."
The zuzong rolled his eyes. How could that be called bullying between husband and wife? That's called intimacy, don't you understand?
Changing his tone, the zuzong looked at Ning Rongrong with ill intent and teased, "Then aren't you afraid I'll bully you?"
"Ah! You rogue! If you dare touch me, I'll have my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa kill you!" Ning Rongrong said, her pretty face blushing, clutching her chest.
Zu Zong's lips twitched, and his brows furrowed slightly. He didn't want to see that old fox Ning Fengzhi right now; his tricks might not be enough to outmaneuver him, and he might get outmaneuvered someday. He then pouted and said, "Stop covering up. You're flat-chested and have no butt. You're not as good as my Zhu Qing. I'm not interested in you."
"Zhu Qing, look at him! Look at him!" Hearing Zu Zong say that she had no butt or breasts, Ning Rongrong seemed to have been touched on a sore spot. She immediately bristled like a cat with its fur standing on end, pointing and brandishing her
claws. Zhu Zhu Qing nodded, already used to it, because Zu Zong often told dirty jokes when they went on dates. But the phrase "You're not as good as my Zhu Qing. I'm not interested in you" made her feel quite gratified.
To be honest, having Xiao Wu was already confusing enough for Zhu Zhu Qing, but she couldn't force Zu Zong and Xiao Wu to separate. Although Zu Zong didn't say it on the surface, she could tell that he valued Xiao Wu very much, even more than he valued her. Zhu Zhuqing was a sentimental woman. She knew that the clan leader genuinely liked her, and she genuinely liked him too. Otherwise, their relationship wouldn't have developed so naturally.
Although she and Ning Rongrong were good friends, she didn't want Ning Rongrong to get involved.
Zhu Zhuqing said, "That's just how the clan leader is, don't mind him."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong looked helpless, thinking that her best friend was completely smitten.
As for Ye Lingling, she remained cold and aloof throughout, occasionally glancing at the clan leader carrying Xiao Wu with a complex expression.