Chapter 70 Sulking Again

Chapter 70: In a Huff Again

Meng Shu's eyes widened. "Are you saying that bald mayor knocked you over?"

Ling Qingjue got even more embarrassed. "I had a seal inside me back then, and I was only three years old..."

He had emphasized many times that he was only three at the time, so it was reasonable that he was tricked by the Law and kicked over by the mayor.

"I thought he was weak!" Meng Shu felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the mayor's smug smile. "So he was able to beat you?"

"Before I came, he had always been protecting Moon Bay. His strength is naturally great, otherwise how could he become the mayor?"

Your Moon Bay really has hidden masters!

Any random old man you find is a top-tier fighter.

Meng Shu let out a couple of chuckles, then huffed in outrage, "He even kicks a little kitten. He's not even human!"

At that time, Ling Qingjue wasn't called Ling Qingjue. He had no name.

All animals were nameless, and his mother just called him Kitty.

After leaving Cat Island, although most of his power was sealed, it still went out of control from time to time, causing great harm.

He traveled from the northernmost part of the continent to the southernmost. After arriving at Moon Bay, his power went out of control again.

The mayor appeared at this moment, completely disregarding the rule that you can't attack while the protagonist is transforming. He just walked up and kicked him twice, interrupting the spell.

Cat was originally uninjured, clean and spotless, a flawless little doll,

but after the mayor's two kicks, his butt was bruised and had two huge shoe prints on it, and he lay sprawled on the ground looking pathetic.

Then the mayor made a show of helping him up, brushed off the shoe prints on his butt, and smirked wickedly. "Where'd you come from, little cat? You got no home?"

He crouched down, his bald head shining blindingly under the sunlight.

"I can see you've got great potential. Come work for me. I'm definitely not a shady boss who uses child labor."

Cat couldn't defeat him, so he kept a cold face and said nothing.

"Join up and I'll give you a nice little house!"

"And you get full benefits—health insurance, retirement, the works!"

"What do I have to do to get you to work here?"

Cat said, "I can't control my power. What if it goes out of control?"

"I can give you a name," the mayor said, beaming. "With a name, you should be able to control your power, right?"

Animals are all nameless. Even if they transform into humans, they can only give themselves code names.

Only a human can give a true name, and it requires the bestower to be stronger than the receiver.

After obtaining a name, an animal's abilities will reach a higher level, and they will also receive the blessings of the Law, enjoying some of the benefits brought by the Law.

The cat's fur slowly lay flat, and he asked skeptically, "Can you really give me a name?"

"Of course," said the village chief. "What name do you want?"

The cat said, "My father's surname is Ling. He is a hero."

"Then you'll take your father's surname. How about Ling Qingjue?" The village chief wrote these two characters in his palm.

"Ling... Qingjue?"

The village chief smiled. "How about it? Do you like this name?"

The cat thought the old man would give him a name like Er Niu or Tie Zhu. Although he didn't understand the meaning of Qing Jue, it sounded better than Er Niu or Tie Zhu.

He nodded.

The village chief reached out and touched the top of his head. A huge magic array appeared beneath his feet, wind and clouds surged, heaven and earth rose and fell.

"By the celestial law, in the name of the guardian of Moon Bay, I bestow upon you the name Ling Qingjue."

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"So you agreed to guard Moon Bay for him in exchange for a name?"

Ling Qingjue nodded, fell silent for a moment, then said stiffly, "He can't beat me now."

It was only because he was young that the village chief had kicked him over!

If they really fought now, he would leave eighty-one footprints on the village chief's butt!

"Okay, okay, I know you're strong. Next time we'll go kick his butt together to vent your anger!"

"I can kick his butt by myself. I don't need you."

Meng Shu laughed heartily, swayed, and nearly fell off the swing.

Ling Qingjue reacted quickly, grabbing his arm to stop him from falling, and snorted, "Clumsy as hell."

Meng Shu kept laughing without a word, just gazing at him with crescent eyes like a moon.

Ling Qingjue gradually calmed down, first from the unease of having his past exposed, then to anger that Meng Shu might abandon him, and finally to being soothed by Meng Shu's few words.

He noticed something off. "You and that cat made a vow. What if you don't find Cat Island within three years?"

And one of the favorability rewards required killing the Demon King. Why didn't Meng Shu care at all?

If he wanted to marry him, he'd have to kill the Demon King to get the ring. But Meng Shu seemed to have no intention of killing the Demon King, nor any intent to marry him.

Before Meng Shu could answer, Ling Qingjue stressed, "I'm not joking. Be serious."

"Then I'll die," Meng Shu said lightly. "It's no big deal."

"...Then you won't chase me anymore?"

Meng Shu thought to himself, he was just chasing for fun before he died, planning to stop when his favorability reached eighty, proving he could win Ling Qingjue over, and didn't plan to actually date.

He wasn't crazy enough to grind his favorability all the way to one hundred, trick someone into marriage, and then die.

It was just a relationship. Even if he was really gone, what did it matter to Ling Qingjue?

After all, Ling Qingjue didn’t seem like he would like him.

“I’ll keep chasing you,” Meng Shu said, his expression tender and gentle. “But you won’t let me catch you, will you?”

“…How much sincerity do you have for me?” Ling Qingjue’s voice turned cold. His icy gaze swept over Meng Shu from head to toe, as if scrutinizing him. “You make such casual bets with others, even risking your life. Have you ever thought about what the future holds? You say you want to chase me, but you don’t even care about killing the Demon King. How are you supposed to marry me?”

Because Meng Shu had never intended to take things that far.

Killing the Demon King was the last favorability gift. Once successful, favorability would reach one hundred, and in theory, a proposal would follow.

But Meng Shu’s plan was only to raise favorability to eighty. The Demon King wasn’t part of the plan, so he naturally didn’t care.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t say that out loud. Knowing Ling Qingjue’s temper, Ling Qingjue would skin him alive.

Meng Shu thought for a moment, then said softly, “Let’s just wait until the favorability is at eighty before we talk about it. Maybe even then you won’t want to date me. If by that time you’re willing to accept me, we can consider what comes next.”

A surge of unprovoked anger rose in Ling Qingjue’s heart.

It was Meng Shu who wanted to chase him, yet Meng Shu didn’t think about their future, as if he could leave at any moment.

Instead, Ling Qingjue, the one being pursued, was the one worrying, already thinking about the preparations for their future wedding, afraid that Meng Shu wouldn’t complete the task and would fail the conquest.

To put it bluntly, Ling Qingjue had even thought about what to name their kittens, only to realize after all his wishful thinking that Meng Shu hadn’t even considered marrying him.

Ridiculous.

Ling Qingjue’s face alternated between pale and red. In his mind, he had already sliced Meng Shu into a thousand pieces. He clenched his teeth, suppressing his anger, then suddenly stood up and walked back to his room without looking back.