Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Tang Wutong's delicate body trembled suddenly.

Almost reflexively, she suddenly raised her head, and the grievance in her eyes was quickly replaced by panic.

A genuine, heartfelt fear emerged.

She quickly adjusted her posture, slightly bending her back, lowering her head even further, placing her hands neatly in front of her, and even softening her breathing.

At the same time, through the mark, Lu Jun heard a violent and chaotic fluctuation in her heart:

(Why is this person like this... I did exactly as instructed and they still yell at me... They're still on guard even though the mark has already been planted...)
(Wait! This mark seems to be able to sense my thoughts? Does that mean it knows what I was thinking just now?)

(No, no! I can't think about it anymore! Stop it!)
(Aaaaaah, Tang Wutong, are you an idiot?! Stop thinking about it!)
My inner thoughts came to an abrupt halt, becoming a forcibly maintained blank, leaving only subtle ripples of frustration and fear.

As Lu Jun experienced this agonizing internal monologue, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably once again.

Forget it.

He shook his head inwardly.

At least, her troublesome princess syndrome and her seemingly compliant but inwardly rebellious nature seem to have been temporarily cured.

He stopped dwelling on it, extended his hand, palm up, and his tone became businesslike and indifferent:

"The Sea God position that Tang San left you, now, hand it over."

Tang Wutong seemed to be stunned for a moment, then nodded obediently:

"Oh."

She raised her hand, and light flowed in her palm. A bright, azure ball of light, containing the vastness of the ocean and sacred majesty, slowly condensed and finally transformed into a palm-sized, crystal-clear blue crystal, which lay quietly in her palm.

The interior of the crystal seemed to be surging with waves, and divine patterns flowed, which was the core inheritance of the Sea God's position.

This is already a very convenient form; otherwise, you can't expect people to carry such a large divine position around, can you?

She held the divine crystal in both hands and carefully placed it in Lu Jun's palm.

After doing all this, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"What...what do you want with it?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and instinctively shrank back.

Lu Jun was examining the warm, slightly cool Sea God's tablet in his hand when he heard this. He looked up and his gaze swept over her.

Just one glance.

Tang Wutong shuddered as if pricked by a needle, quickly shut her mouth, lowered her head, and held her breath, daring not to say another word.

Lu Jun: "..."

He looked at the exquisitely beautiful deity before him, who was almost excessively obedient, and was momentarily speechless.

It seems... he's really been trained?

He silently put away the Sea God's throne, but felt little relief.

Imprints can constrain behavior and even influence emotions, but they are far from enough to truly win a person's heart and make them a reliable ally in future battles.

The road ahead is still long.

Tang Wutong remained standing in the same spot, her pink-blue eyes still holding a trace of lingering confusion and unease.

She watched as Lu Jun turned to explain things to the others, feeling as if she had become an awkward figure, unsure of where to place herself.

The stunning curves outlined by that moon-white dress now appeared somewhat stiff.

Lu Jun ignored her subtle emotional changes and said seriously to Gu Yuena:
"Nana, I'm entrusting the matter of the teacher to you. The Spirit Pagoda has been making quite a stir lately, and the trouble is probably not completely over. I've already spoken to the Titan family, and they will assist us, but... I'm worried there might still be unforeseen circumstances."

Gu Yuena's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and she nodded gently, her silver hair fluttering in the breeze.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

She spoke succinctly, saying no more. With a flicker of her body, she transformed into a silver streak of light, silently merging into the space and disappearing without a trace, leaving only a faint trace of dragon-like pressure slowly dissipating.

After Lu Jun and Gu Yuena finished speaking, Tang Wutong finally couldn't help but take a small step forward, her voice soft and hesitant:
"Then... what should I do next?" She looked at Lu Jun, her eyes filled with an emptiness as if her pillar of support had been removed.

Accustomed to being arranged and protected, she even maintained a stubbornness while imprisoned. Now, suddenly released but branded and with an uncertain future, the arrogance of a princess from the divine realm is suppressed by fear, revealing only this bewildered confusion.

Lu Jun withdrew his gaze from the sky and glanced at her.

"Come with me to a place first."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Poseidon Family."

Upon hearing this name, Tang Wutong's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

She subconsciously lowered her head, avoiding Lu Jun's gaze, and simply responded with a soft sound:
"……Oh."

His voice was muffled, as if he had recalled some unpleasant past events, or perhaps he had realized the intricate connections between that family, his father, and his younger brother.

Now, only Lu Jun, Tang Wutong, Wu Siduo who had been watching eagerly, and Di Yue remained in the living room.
Wu Siduo stood with her hands behind her back, her toes unconsciously rubbing against the carpet. Her beautiful eyes blinked, looking at Lu Jun expectantly, as if to say: They all have missions, what about me? What about me?

Looking at her like this, Lu Jun's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible smile.

He hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and naturally ruffled Wu Siduo's soft hair.

"The kitten can stay and guard the house," he said with a hint of teasing. "Also, go and help Di Yue. She just took over as the ruler of the plane and is not yet familiar with many of her powers. She needs someone to assist her and help her get familiar with the affairs."

Wu Siduo: "..."

Her expectant expression vanished instantly, and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

"You're the little kitten!" She grabbed Lu Jun's wrist as he was rubbing her head, and without thinking, she lowered her head and gave his hand a light bite.

"hiss--"

Lu Jun gasped and quickly withdrew his hand.

A faint ring of teeth marks was left on the back of my hand, slightly red.

He flicked his hand and raised his eyebrows dramatically.
"Tsk, the kitten is hissing, and it's quite fierce. Okay, I'm leaving now."

After saying that, before Wu Siduo could get angry again, her figure transformed into a streak of icy blue light, rushing straight towards the open French windows of the living room and disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Ehehehe——!"

Seeing this, Di Yue, who had been mostly silent, widened her crimson eyes and instinctively took two steps forward. Gazing in the direction Lu Jun had disappeared, she pointed to the top of her head, her voice tinged with grievance and resentment:

"I...I'm not going to bite you! Why don't you touch me too!"

The sound drifted away in the wind and naturally received no response.

Di Yue puffed out her cheeks and lowered her hand in slight annoyance.

Wu Siduo, who was standing to the side, also came to her senses. Looking at the results of her crime, she glanced at Di Yue. The two looked at each other and suddenly felt a little amused, but also a little embarrassed.

Tang Wutong took in the whole scene, and the expression on her pretty face became very strange.

She found it hard to connect the cold-blooded Lu Jun who had just threatened her and left a mark on her soul with the young man in front of her who was joking around with his companions and even seemed to be fleeing in panic.

This sense of separation seemed to create an extremely tiny crack in the thick, icy shell of fear in her heart.

There wasn't time for her to think it through.

"Follow."

Lu Jun's voice rang out directly in her mind through the soul imprint, calm yet undeniable.

Tang Wutong's delicate body trembled slightly, and she immediately composed herself.

Light shimmered in her light blue eyes, and the divine power of the goddess of beauty quietly circulated, causing the hem of her moon-white dress to move without wind.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure transformed into a dazzling pinkish-blue streak of light, following the icy-blue trajectory, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the clouds. (End of Chapter)