Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1841: I Think We Should Talk

Chapter 1841: I Think We Should Talk

Ying Su glared at Ning Shu. She finally believed that Ning Shu knew some mystic arts. Adding the blow just now, Ying Su’s confidence was at an all-time low. She knew she had little chance of winning in case of a head-on fight, so she took a step back.
The power of that earlier talisman felt strong enough to tear her soul apart. The pain went deep into her soul.
"Feng Qingqian, I think we should talk," said Ying Su.
Only now did Ying Su consider Ning Shu as an equal and wanted to negotiate with her. Before, her attitude had always been condescending.
"What’s there to talk about? There’s only one body, so there can only be one soul. It’s either you or me," said Ning Shu while wiping her sweat.
After that struggle just now, her body felt weak. After considering things for a moment, Ning Shu sat on the bed to cultivate. In any case, Ying Su already knew that she wasn't Feng Qingqian, so there was nothing to hide.
"Hey, Feng Qingqian…” Seeing the other party ignore her, Ying Su tried to fight for the body’s control. However, just like before, she was repelled by the golden light in Ning Shu’s soul.
Ying Su was exasperated beyond words. What the hell was this light? Dammit, this golden light could even automatically attack and defend.
Why? This person couldn’t also be a transmigrator, right? She was also trying to snatch this body? How shameless. She even pretended to be Feng Qingqian.
After a strand of energy appeared in her dantian, Ning Shu stopped this cultivation session. She clenched her fist and felt her increased strength. She then took out a talisman paper and continued drawing.
"Feng Qingqian, let's talk." As soon as Ying Su saw Ning Shu mess with that stuff again, she couldn't help but say, "Why do we have to be enemies? We can cooperate instead. You can occupy Feng Qingqian's body. How about you help me find a different body?"
Ning Shu held the vermilion pen in her hand and asked, "And why should I help you?"
It would spell disaster for her if she got swindled by Ying Su’s amiable attitude. If she really found a body for her, the first thing on Ying Su’s mind would be to exterminate Feng Qingqian.
Ying Su believed in paying people back a thousand times over.
"Do you think I'm that nice?" Ning Shu said with a smirk, "Didn't you say I was easy to bully? I took your advice and learned from you. I am determined not to be a good person anymore."
Ying Su: …
Ning Shu then ignored Ying Su. She held the vermilion brush, mobilized the energy in her body, and smoothly drew a talisman.
Ying Su's soul trembled when she saw the finished talisman. She said fiercely, "Feng Qingqian, are you deadset on this path of mutual destruction?
"If you're going to be so vicious, I won't let you off even if I die."
Ning Shu ignored her threats. She chanted the spell and put the talisman paper on her forehead.
"Aaah… Feng Qingqian, I'll take you down with me!" roared Ying Su as she desperately charged towards Ning Shu.
Ning Shu continued reciting the chant as she sensed the heavy collision between Ying Su and her soul. It felt like her soul would collapse at any moment.
Although Ning Shu wasn't in a good state, Ying Su was even worse off. The power of the talisman paper plus the golden light ate away at Ying Su’s soul. She was almost transparent.
Ying Su howled in pain and screamed for a long time before stopping.
Who knew whether she was scared or just building up her strength and not making any more noise?
Ning Shu wiped the sweat on her forehead and put the things away. Outside the house, Pei Lan asked Ning Shu, "Miss, it’s lunchtime. Do you wish to have your meal?"
Ning Shu hummed in agreement.
Pei Lan came in with the lunchbox. Seeing Ning Shu's slightly pale face, she asked, "Miss, are you okay?"
"It’s nothing." Ning Shu picked up the chopsticks and ate her meal.
Pei Lan stood at the side while peeking at Ning Shu from time to time. She wanted to say something but was hesitant.
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