It's impossible, this is impossible! How can she do this! How can she treat me like this! No! I don't believe it!
Dai Mubai was on the verge of going insane. Although he and Zhu Zhuqing had publicly mentioned breaking their engagement, without the approval of the royal family, a private cancellation technically didn't count! But now, seeing Zhuqing truly leaving him, Dai Mubai was in a total panic.
If he had previously thought in the restaurant that Zhuqing was just trying to spite him by leaning into Fu Ye's arms, the current situation made it clear: she had completely lost hope in him and was severing all ties.
"Hmph, Brother Fu Ye... am I not pretty?" Her voice was soft. Over the past few days, her sister, Zhu Zhuyun, had been giving her "ideological work" every night, describing her own experiences with vivid excitement, which had stirred something within Zhuqing.
After all, in terms of character, strength, and looks, Brother Fu Ye was the best man she had ever known.
"No, you are very beautiful. You're even a few points more beautiful than your sister."
Hearing this, Dai Mubai's heterochromatic eyes filled with rage. His breathing grew heavy. To him, the actions of Fu Ye and Zhuqing were like a series of violent slaps to his face.
Of course, even if Fu Ye knew what he was thinking, he would be indifferent. You were the one who abandoned her first, and now you have the nerve to want a reconciliation? She kept her purity for you, while you threw yourself into a world of "wildflowers" right in front of her.
Fu Ye truly couldn't understand Dai Mubai's logic. He was a coward, yet sometimes tried to be brave; he was useless, yet had moments of utility; he betrayed his brothers, yet claimed to be loyal. None of that mattered now—the "little cat" had broken her engagement and was a free agent. Royal marriages and parental matches were nothing but clouds before Fu Ye; in this world, only strength was paramount.
Nestled in Fu Ye's arms, Zhuqing was filled with a mix of shame and indignation. Brother Fu Ye had said she was beautiful and better than her sister, so why hadn't he made a move yet? She began to doubt her own charm; things weren't going exactly as her sister had described.
Zhu Zhuqing: What do I do? What sister taught me isn't matching what's happening! And she isn't here... what do I do next?
She was panicking. In her mind, things should have progressed gradually toward a natural conclusion, but Brother Fu Ye... was just staying still. Feeling stuck, the "little cat" realized that offering oneself wasn't as easy as it sounded. She was genuinely curious how her sister had pulled off such a feat.
Gulp.
Zhuqing swallowed hard, caught in a spiral of self-doubt about her looks and figure. Her gaze grew nervous and began to wander, trying to avoid looking at Fu Ye's handsome face. Soon, her eyes were drawn to Fu Ye's abs.
Smooth, fair, yet firm and powerful. She seemed to forget she was already in his arms. In Fu Ye's eyes, she currently looked like a bit of a daze.
Zhu Zhuqing: Brother Fu Ye's abs are so big...
She seemed to get a bit carried away, using her small hand to give them a little pinch. Mhm, they aren't just big, they're hard!
On the other side of the wall, Dai Mubai slumped against the surface, devoid of any spirit. Where was his former arrogance? He looked like a stray dog. He was in total despair; Fu Ye was a Title Douluo, so he couldn't threaten him, and he couldn't tell the Star Luo Empire either—if they found out, they would try to recruit Fu Ye and wouldn't hesitate to kill Dai Mubai to appease him. His bloodshot eyes were filled with tears of regret.
Fu Ye watched the little cat entertaining herself. He didn't stop her. A girl who was both cold and a bit of a "natural airhead" was rare in the Douluo Continent.
Now, with Zhao Wuji dead, Flender crippled, and Ma Hongjun half-dead, the Shrek group was forced to retreat. Fu Ye's main goal was to prevent Tang San from getting his third ring and the external spirit bone, but there was no rush now.
In the middle of the night, Dai Mubai, having fainted from grief, woke up and left. He couldn't bear to stay in this place of heartbreak. Seeing his partners were also gone, he returned to Shrek alone.
As evening fell again, the sounds of intimacy filled the room.
[Item: Powerful Endurance Recovery Potion. After consumption, continuously restores mental energy, stamina, and heals injuries for three days. No side effects. Stock: 99,999+. Price: 0.]
This potion was intended for Fu Ye to recover spirit power and injuries, but it had unexpected effects in "other" areas. Fu Ye's use of it was similar to how nobles used whale glue or musk—while nobles used such things for pleasure, Fu Ye used it to "cheer on" his wife.
Truthfully, what Fu Ye understood least was the Spirit Master system of Douluo Dalu. In other fantasy worlds, cultivators could wipe out millions with a wave of a hand. But here? 100,000 soldiers could exhaust a Spirit Douluo, and tens of thousands could wear down a Spirit Emperor or Saint.
Even more ridiculous was the "Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus" grenade being able to heavily wound a God (the Angel God), or a "Guanyin's Tear" rifle bullet piercing a God's heart. A grenade killing a human is one thing, but a God? It was embarrassing.
A punch of 100,000 tons after becoming a God? What about a semi-truck from his past life? A simple tricycle could carry five "Sea God Tridents." It was enough to make anyone's head spin.