39: Chapter 39 Ruan Xingrou Suffers a Setback

As expected!

Qin Ge felt a sense of realization. As expected.

Whether it was a Child of Destiny or a Daughter of Destiny, in the hearts of these people with great Luck, the one with the least prestige was ultimately the Grand Unity Golden Immortal!

"Ptooey!"

Qin Ge tilted his head and spat towards Ruan Xingrou.

Ruan Xingrou lightly stomped her feet and nimbly dodged it.

A playful arc formed on the corners of her lips. She stared at Qin Ge with a triumphant look and scoffed, "Qin Ge, you are truly too despicable!"

"Do you think I, Ruan Xingrou, would fall for the same trick a second time?"

"This is Yunding Manor, not a forest, and there is certainly no mud! I want to see just how much spit you have, Qin Ge!"

"Huh?"

"What is this?"

Ruan Xingrou looked down, staring at the red chain that clung to her like a maggot on a bone, wrapping around her chest and extending up to her neck.

While she was confused, she didn't have time to struggle.

The chain exerted force.

"Snap!"

Ruan Xingrou's limbs were firmly locked behind her by the tortoise shell lock, and she fell to the ground like a roly-poly toy.

After trembling three times using her shock absorbers, she immediately followed in Qin Huanhuan's footsteps, rocking back and forth like a pirate ship.

"Hey!"

Qin Huanhuan, who was resetting her own bones, sighed helplessly when she saw this scene.

Sixth Senior Sister had always been like this.

Her strength was indeed great, but she talked too much nonsense.

Before she could even make a move, she was bound by this bizarre chain from Qin Ge.

Once wrapped by this thing, it was impossible to break free on one's own!

"Hiss... ouch, ouch, ouch! What is this thing? Why does it bind tighter the more I struggle?"

Ruan Xingrou was on her tiptoes, her entire upper body arched high.

The red chain looked like an oscilloscope.

It was staring face-to-face with Qin Ge.

"Qin Ge, is that all you can do, use these despicable tactics! What kind of man are you?"

"If you have the guts, let me go!"

"Let's have a real fight, blade against blade! If you win, you can kill or torture me however you want!"

Qin Ge frowned, "Can you shut up? Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

Ruan Xingrou scoffed, "At the end of the day, you, Qin Ge, are just a coward!"

"You don't dare to fight me head-on!"

"Otherwise, why would you prepare so many strange gadgets specifically to target me?"

Qin Ge felt his ears were about to grow calluses. He took out the ultimate weapon he had carefully prepared for Ruan Xingrou from the System space and covered her head with it.

Smelling that familiar scent, Ruan Xingrou trembled in fear and asked, "Th-this, what is this?"

Qin Ge laughed and teased, "My shirt!"

"Boom!"

At Qin Ge's words, Ruan Xingrou felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

A worn shirt?

The foul stench of a man!

And an unwashed shirt at that?

Ruan Xingrou felt the world spinning before her eyes. Her consciousness collapsed, her eyes rolled back, and she trembled violently on the spot, foaming at the mouth!

Pathological misandry, combined with an extreme mysophobia.

It could be said that the damage Qin Ge's worn shirt inflicted on Ruan Xingrou's psyche was no less than that of a little boy!

"Although I won!"

"But it doesn't feel all that happy."

Qin Ge looked at the collapsed Ruan Xingrou, feeling very displeased.

If he had thrown this worn shirt to Jiang Yingxue.

It would definitely have cured Jiang Yingxue of her insomnia instantly.

As it turned out, with Ruan Xingrou, it had become a biochemical weapon.

After all, he was a Great Villain with a charm stat of 99!

If it weren't for the fact that he also had some mental mysophobia, he really wouldn't want to use his white shirt as a nuclear bomb to throw.

"Crack!"

Qin Huanhuan, having reset her dislocated bones, stumbled over to Ruan Xingrou's side, wanting to help her undo the tortoise shell lock.

But she found that this thing couldn't be opened at all, so she helplessly urged Qin Ge, "Release my Senior Sister!"

Qin Ge raised his hand and beckoned.

The tortoise shell lock turned into a ball of chains as if it were an extension of his arm and returned to his palm.

"This thing is actually quite useful."

Qin Ge examined it carefully, feeling from the bottom of his heart that this thing was quite handy to use.

He glanced at Qin Huanhuan and reminded her in a friendly manner, "Don't forget to verify the mystery of your life experience!"

"I don't need you to remind me!"

Qin Huanhuan tucked the shirt-covered Ruan Xingrou under her arm, carried the hog-tied and still-unconscious Qin Zou in her hand, and left in a sorry state without looking back.

Not long after walking out of the manor, Qin Huanhuan stumbled and fell to the ground.

She peeled off the 'Zombie Suppression Talisman' from her Senior Sister's head and bitterly urged the unconscious Ruan Xingrou, "Sixth Senior Sister, I'm injured and have no strength left. You take us out and hail a taxi to the hospital."

After a full quarter of an hour, Ruan Xingrou finally recovered from her dizziness.

She took deep breaths of fresh air, almost greedily.

After regaining her senses, she carried Qin Huanhuan and dragged Qin Zou to the roadside, hailed a taxi, stuffed the siblings inside, and then reached out to Qin Huanhuan, saying, "Give me that shirt."

Qin Huanhuan said weakly, "This is evidence of Qin Ge's madness!"

She intended to tell her father about Qin Ge harboring evil intentions towards her.

And this shirt could serve as evidence.

Even if it was fabricated.

Ultimately, Qin Ge's evil intentions were not false!

She, Qin Huanhuan, had not wronged Qin Ge at all!

Ruan Xingrou shook her head stubbornly, "I don't care about any evidence or not, give it to me!"

She was thoroughly enraged.

The hatred between her and Qin Ge could no longer be resolved.

She was certain that this guy, Qin Ge, definitely knew her weaknesses.

If she could not overcome these two major weaknesses.

Every time she encountered Qin Ge in the future, she would be helplessly restrained by him.

She had already made a decision.

At the very least, she could no longer be this fragile when it came to Qin Ge.

She was going to administer a strong dose of medicine to herself, fighting poison with poison!

Ruan Xingrou snatched the white shirt from Qin Huanhuan's arms.

Waiting for the taxi to drive away, she stared at the intact, worn white shirt in her hands, her gaze trembling and her delicate body stumbling.

Eventually, unable to bear the burden, she plopped down onto the curb.

"Gulp!"

Ruan Xingrou stared at the white shirt gripped in her hands, her rapid breathing only settling down after a full half-hour.

"This is progress!"

"I didn't faint!"

"I endured it!"

Ruan Xingrou looked up at the star-studded night sky, comforting herself in her mind, "At least, that guy Qin Ge doesn't look bad, and his physique is quite robust."

"Why am I so resistant?"

"As long as I overcome my physiological aversion to Qin Ge, I won't have to fear his tricks the next time we meet!"

Ruan Xingrou raised her palm, wanting to bring the white shirt to her nose and take a sniff.

Looking at the white shirt constantly drawing closer, the sound of Ruan Xingrou swallowing her saliva was incessant.

When the white shirt was still three feet away from the tip of her nose, she let her hand drop, exhausted, panting heavily, and shook her head, "This is too intense!"

"Forget it, forget it!"

"Weaknesses must be overcome step by step; it can't be done overnight!"

"Let's set a small goal for myself first."

"For example, first manage to sleep soundly while clutching Qin Ge's worn white shirt, then talk about the rest!"