**Chapter 342: Master, Have You Kissed Her?**

**Chapter 342: Master, Have You Kissed Her?**

Zhao Ling saw the girl, about eleven or twelve years old, who had thrown herself into his arms. She was wearing a white long dress and had an extremely delicate face.

She stood around 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a noble temperament.

"Rongrong, why are you here?"

"Why else? Rongrong heard that you had returned home, but you didn't come to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to look for me for so many days. So, I had no choice but to come to your house myself.

By the way, Brother Ling, Rongrong remembers that you once said that after I awakened my martial spirit at the age of six, you would give me a gift, right?

It's been more than five years—where's my gift? You didn't forget, did you?"

Ning Rongrong wrapped her arms around Zhao Ling's waist and looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to present her gift.

Zhao Ling remembered this promise but realized that now was not the time to discuss it. Especially with Ning Rongrong hugging him around the waist, he could feel Zhu Zhuqing's jealous and angry eyes behind him.

He quickly said to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong, let go of Brother Ling now. I'll give you the gift later."

"No, I want to hug Brother Ling. It's your fault for disappearing for five years.

Rongrong is going to make up for all the debts you owe me over the past five years. Also, lower your head quickly. I want a kiss."

Ning Rongrong shook her head. Not only did she refuse to let go of Zhao Ling, but she also wanted to kiss him on the cheek a few times.

In her opinion, Brother Xiao Ling had always come to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to see her since she was a child. Every time Brother Ling hugged her, she would kiss him.

Although she had grown up now and couldn't let Brother Ling pick her up, she absolutely couldn't let this moment pass.

Zhao Ling felt the resentment from Zhu Zhuqing behind him growing deeper, and he suspected Zhu Zhuqing was about to explode.

Sure enough, just as he thought this, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, grabbed Ning Rongrong's shoulders, and said, dissatisfied, "Ning Rongrong, please let go of my master. I haven't even kissed him yet, so why should I give him up to you?"

Ning Rongrong then shifted her gaze from Zhao Ling's face and noticed there were other women in the courtyard, one of whom was her classmate.

"Student Zhu Zhuqing? Why are you in Brother Ling's house? You said Brother Ling is your master?

In other words, you're Brother Ling's disciple?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing curiously, but her arms around Zhao Ling did not loosen. Instead, she hugged him even tighter, like a koala.

This made Zhu Zhuqing unable to bear it any longer. She said coldly to Ning Rongrong, "So what?"

"If so, that's easy..."

Ning Rongrong let go of Zhao Ling's waist, cleared her throat, and spoke seriously to Zhu Zhuqing. "Hello, classmate Zhu Zhuqing, I am your master's fiancée and your future master's wife. From now on, you can just call me 'Rongrong's Master's Wife.'"

Damn… Zhu Zhuqing was immediately furious. It would be fine if her sister was taking advantage of her master, but she couldn't tolerate someone else doing so.

How could this classmate, who was nearly the same age and had similar soul power, claim to take advantage of her master? Moreover, she said she wanted to be her future mistress! Zhu Zhuqing couldn't tolerate that.

In response, Zhu Zhuqing immediately released her Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Spirit, looking ready to fight Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong, however, knew that she had a pure auxiliary martial soul, while Zhu Zhuqing had an agile attack martial soul. In terms of fighting, she was completely outmatched.

She must have been foolish to even think about fighting her to the death.

So, Ning Rongrong naturally snuggled into Zhao Ling's arms, presenting a delicate demeanor.

"Brother Ling, look at your disciple. She's so mean. You have to take good care of her."

Zhao Ling suddenly smelled the strong scent of "green tea" in the air, and then he remembered. In the original novel, Ning Rongrong indeed exhibited the characteristics of a "green tea" girl, especially in the early stages; her green tea nature was very prominent.

He couldn't help but feel both amused and helpless. Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to pounce on Ning Rongrong to teach her a lesson, Zhao Ling pushed Rongrong, who had transformed into a green tea girl, away and raised his hand to hold Zhu Zhuqing back.

"Okay, Qing'er, don't listen to Rongrong's nonsense. She is still so young. How could Master agree to let her be my fiancée? She is just trying to irritate you. Calm down."

When Zhu Zhuqing heard this, she puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, obviously not believing Zhao Ling's words.

But Ning Rongrong continued speaking behind Zhao Ling, "I'm not talking nonsense. Rongrong is Brother Ling's fiancée. Brother Ling kissed me, and I also kissed Brother Ling. These are indisputable facts."

"What? Master, you kissed her???" Zhu Zhuqing, who was already sulking, became even angrier when she heard this. Obviously, Master had never kissed her, so why did he kiss Ning Rongrong?

"No, no... Qing'er, listen to Master's explanation..."

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing was becoming more and more dissatisfied, Zhao Ling felt a terrible headache.

"Qing'er, her father and I are good friends. I kissed her a few times when she was very young, and I only kissed her forehead. I had absolutely no other thoughts at the time. I swear to God…"

Zhao Ling was just about to say, "I swear to God," but unexpectedly, God struck him with a bolt from the blue. The loud rumbling sound made his face turn black.

What… this God is probably against Zhao, right? Why does God slap him in the face every time he tries to make a vow?

With a gloomy face, Zhao Ling felt Zhu Zhuqing's dissatisfied gaze on him.

"Master, you still say you have no other thoughts about her? Even God couldn't help but expose you on the spot."

"Well... well, I did have some thoughts about her at the time, but I don't have any now..."

Zhao Ling felt embarrassed and spoke in a low voice.

"Then do you dare to swear to heaven again?" Zhu Zhuqing smiled coldly, her scrutinizing look making Zhao Ling look away.

"Qing'er, you don't need to swear anymore, right? Can't you give Master a little more face?" Zhao Ling sighed heavily.

"If you want to save face, then kiss Qing'er. Since you won't let Qing'er kiss you, it should be okay for you to kiss me, right?

Qing'er doesn't ask for anything else, just kiss my forehead."

Zhu Zhuqing raised her finger and pointed at her fair, smooth forehead. She wasn't going to give up until her master kissed her.

Zhao Ling was extremely confused, while Zhu Zhuyun was still watching the scene with a gloating look.

Someone could only sigh in his heart: what a predicament.

Then, he leaned over and prepared to kiss Zhu Zhuqing on the forehead, just to please her.

But unexpectedly, when Zhao Ling lowered his head, Zhu Zhuqing stood on tiptoe and lightly touched his cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water.

This caused Zhao Ling's mind to go blank...

(End of this chapter)