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

Shui Ling'er soon caught up with Shui Yingxue.

The latter was not the least bit surprising.

He just said calmly: "She still didn't let you in?"

Shui Ling'er looked at her in confusion, "Sister Yingxue, didn't Fellow Daoist Ning already say it's not appropriate for us to go in now?"

"..." Shui Yingxue turned her head and met her pure eyes without a trace of impurities.

That kind of gaze is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the embarrassment and darkness of others.

Just like her now.

An emotion that had been suppressed in Shui Yingxue's chest for a long time finally burst out.

She said, "You know, Ning Ruan is right. I did blame you. Not only me, but also the city lord and other members of the clan must have blamed you."

She looked away, not daring to look into those clear eyes again, as if looking at them any longer would make her feel ashamed.

"If it weren't for you making friends with her without permission, this wouldn't have happened. The elder wouldn't have been captured and humiliated, forcing me, a member of the dignified Xuanshui Clan, to beg Ning Ruan for a human being."

Shui Ling'er blinked.

She looked at her cousin quietly, without immediately refuting or showing any expression of grievance.

He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to process what was said.

After a long while, she spoke softly, her voice still soft, but with a strange penetrating power: "I actually think it has something to do with me."

"This incident is indeed because of me."

"However, if my sister and the elders continue to look down on the human race, they will definitely become enemies with Fellow Daoist Ning, because she seems to mind this very much."

"I believe that whether we are from the Xuanshui Clan, the human race, or any other race, we are all the same. We are not born into any hierarchy."

"It's just that the Xuanshui Clan has more powerful people and immortal artifacts, so we are a large clan. But in the future, if other clans also have many powerful people and immortal artifacts, they will also become large clans."

"If we have a grudge against Fellow Daoist Ning, we can naturally attack her. If there is a conflict of interest, we can also attack her."

"But just because we are a large tribe and humans are a small tribe, we shouldn't be allowed to take her life at will."

Her logic was simple and direct, but like a small but sharp dagger, it accurately revealed the truth that Shui Yingxue did not want to admit - both she and the elders looked down on the human race in their bones.

Since you look down on others, you naturally won't give them a chance to have a fair conversation.

Shui Yingxue froze and was speechless.

Shui Ling'er stepped forward and gently tugged at Shui Yingxue's sleeve. Her eyes remained clear, but now held a firmness and clarity. "Sister Yingxue, don't worry. Although Fellow Daoist Ning looks fierce and doesn't speak kindly, she's actually... quite reasonable. She said so much, but the truth is, the elder is still alive. As long as we show sincerity, Fellow Daoist Ning will definitely release him."

"She has no shortage of spirit stones, spirit crystals, or even natural treasures. She even has immortals... that thing. She just wants an explanation from us."

Shui Yingxue: “…”

She ultimately couldn't say anything.

He just gently held Shui Ling'er's hand with his backhand, then let go, turned around and continued flying towards the City Lord's Mansion.

Shui Ling'er blinked and hurriedly chased after him.

He started to babble again:

"Sister Yingxue, do you think Fellow Daoist Ning will like the dishes I cook?"

"Of course she will, right? Didn't she go to the Spiritual Food Pavilion to eat? She was just interrupted by the Silver Wing Clan, so she didn't eat well."

"Even the chef at Lingshan Pavilion said that the dish this time is almost as good as his own. Fellow Daoist Ning will definitely like it."

……

Ning Ruan found it very painful to eat.

I painfully ate most of the food in the lunch box and couldn't eat another bite.

Compared to the food at Lingshan Pavilion where she only took one bite with chopsticks and refused to eat any more, she had really eaten enough today.

She doesn't want to eat either.

But for some reason, when she thought of the little fool's expectant eyes, she inexplicably felt that if she really didn't eat a single bite, the little fool would probably be heartbroken.

And she seemed to have a damn sense of guilt.

The remaining food box fell into the hands of the Nine-Tailed Female Cultivator.

Little Lotus also wanted to eat it, so she stared at it eagerly, as if she would eat less if she didn't look at it once.

Ning Ruan unfolded the scroll in her hand.

The figure inside was originally half lying on the ground, but she seemed to have noticed something. She struggled to get up, her mouth moving.

He should be saying something extremely strongly, but no sound came out.

Until Ning Ruan tapped the scroll with her fingers.

The 'little man' in the portrait then uttered a sharp and piercing voice:

"Ning Ruan! You despicable human! How dare you humiliate me like this! The Xuanshui Clan will never let you go!"

"Do you really think that just because Shui Qianyun and I can't take you down, the entire Xuanshui clan can't take you down?"

"You wait!"

"You wait!"

Listening to her screams at the top of her lungs, Ning Ruan took another bite of the spiritual fruit, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it slowly. Then, she lowered her eyes to look at the face in the painting that was distorted by extreme anger, and her tone was flat, almost boring:

"Oh, are you done?"

Her reaction was so calm that the roar of the elder in the painting came to an abrupt halt, as if he had struck empty air with a powerful blow, feeling extremely frustrated.

Ning Ruan was still sitting on the eaves of the pavilion, shaking her toes, her tone still flat: "Seeing you still so energetic, it's really annoying."

"I think you don't understand humiliation enough."

"Now I'll make it more difficult for you."

Ning Ruan said this and threw the scroll casually, letting it float in the air.

She suddenly took out a small golden pen from her storage belt.

The tip of the pen is stained without ink.

No need to grind, ink can flow out by itself.

She held the pen, tilted her head slightly, and thought for a moment, "How do you draw a snake?"

"The long one should be a snake, right?"

"Elder, I'm not a good painter, so please just bear with me."

The elder in the scroll: "..."

She looked up at the gray sky.

Movements are stiff.

Shortness of breath.

In fact, now she can more or less understand why Shui Qianyun can put aside his pride and self-esteem and humble himself to a mere ninth-level cultivator of the human race.

This feeling of aging and powerlessness is too painful for these powerful people who can destroy mountains and rivers or even a small world with a wave of their hands.

Life is better than death.

Above the sky, she saw a golden pen that seemed to be magnified tens of thousands of times.

The tip of the pen moved like a dragon and a snake, and in an instant, it drew a black unknown creature.

She didn't know what Ning Ruan wanted to do.

But I instinctively felt palpitations and panic.

Just about to speak.

She heard the girl's clear and crisp voice coming from far away.

“Finally finished the painting!”

Ning Ruan put down his pen with satisfaction and looked at his "masterpiece".