Douluo Continent V: Starting with the Azure Dragon Martial Soul, I easily defeat Tang San and snatch

Zhu Zhuqing was already embarrassed enough, but Xiao Wu was completely oblivious to her strange behavior.

When Xiao Wu's gaze fell on Zhu Zhuqing's face, she actually broke into a big smile:

“Being afraid to sleep alone is nothing to be ashamed of, Sister Zhu, there’s no need to be shy.”

"Alright, you should just come up and go to sleep."

Xiao Wu is already here, so it's definitely impossible to kick her out.

To prevent Zhu Zhuqing from fainting from the girl's words, Du Cheng simply reached out and pulled her onto the bed as well.

"It's getting late, let's go to sleep quickly."

"Uh-huh."

With practiced ease, Xiao Wu nestled into Du Cheng's arms. She had just closed her eyes comfortably when she suddenly twitched her nose.

"Brother Cheng, why does your room smell strange?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Wu turned her head and sniffed Du Cheng intensely:

"It seems... the Rose Hotel smelled the same this morning."

If you had come a little later, you could have witnessed firsthand how this flavor is produced.

Upon hearing Xiao Wu's words, Du Cheng couldn't help but inwardly complain.

Of course, such words should never be said.

Seeing that the girl was about to continue searching, Du Cheng quickly reached out and pressed her down:

"It was probably picked up at the Rose Hotel, don't worry about it too much."

"Oh~"

Chapter 48 Zhao Wuji's Depression

Xiao Wu trusted Du Cheng's words to a certain extent.

At least she hasn't noticed yet that while someone is talking to her, a little tongue is licking her body from behind.

'Hiss~'

After finally waiting for Xiao Wu to fall asleep, Du Cheng suddenly turned around and grabbed Zhu Zhuqing behind him:

"You little wildcat, you're truly lawless!"

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to dodge, but the bed was only so big, and she also had to avoid waking Xiao Wu, so she could only obediently let Du Cheng grab her.

'Mmm~'

Feeling the warmth of Du Cheng's hands on her waist, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, while casting a pleading look at Du Cheng.

"You're only starting to feel scared now?"

Sensing Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, Du Cheng's face revealed a sinister smile:

"late!"

Before the words were even finished, Du Cheng's lips were already pressed heavily against Zhu Zhuqing's fragrant lips:

Since this girl dared to provoke him just now, she naturally has to pay the price for her actions.

As night fell, faint, suppressed moans could be heard from time to time in the main hall.

Thanks to Du Cheng and Zhu Zhuqing's efforts to restrain themselves, Xiao Wu was not woken up.

However, in her sleep, Xiao Wu's brows gradually furrowed:

What's going on? Why does the strange smell seem even stronger?

Unlike the erotic scene on Du Cheng's side, Zhao Wuji's feelings at this moment were extremely complicated.

His gaze fell on the burly man in front of him, and Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with regret:

"I had no intention of offending Young Master Tang San, please forgive me, Your Majesty Haotian."

regret!

I deeply regret it!

If he had the chance to do it all over again, Zhao Wuji would definitely not have chosen to kick Tang San.

Who would have thought that an ordinary-looking buck-toothed ugly brat would actually be the son of the mighty Haotian Douluo?

More importantly, Tang Hao happened to witness the scene of him beating Tang San during the day.

The only thing that made Zhao Wuji somewhat relieved was that the person in front of him clearly didn't have much killing intent towards him:

Otherwise, they wouldn't have stopped after just giving him a good beating.

"Humph!"

Upon hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Tang Hao let out a cold snort:

"If it weren't for the fact that you had no ill intentions towards the mistress, why would I have let you off so easily?"

Tang Hao held Zhao Wuji in somewhat contempt:

It is a disgrace to the Soul Master world that a dignified Soul Saint has to rely on bullying juniors to gain a sense of existence.

However, considering that Tang San still needed to continue his studies at Shrek Academy, he decided to let this guy go.

Otherwise, with the strength of the mighty Haotian Douluo, crippling a Soul Saint would be incredibly easy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Haotian!"

Although unwilling, Zhao Wuji still bowed respectfully and quickly after hearing Tang Hao's words:

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will take good care of Young Master Tang from now on and will never lay a hand on him again."

"That's good."

Tang Hao nodded, quite satisfied with Zhao Wuji's answer:

"You must remember, the mistress doesn't yet know who I am?"

Just as Tang Hao was about to instruct Zhao Wuji not to reveal himself, his expression suddenly changed, and he unleashed his soul power to press down on the side.

"Who dares to spy on us here?"

"Your Majesty, this is Shrek Academy, how could there be..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhao Wuji obediently shut his mouth:

The reason is simple: after Tang Hao spoke, a figure actually appeared not far away.

"A mere level 90 Title Douluo dares to spy on me, Tang."

Tang Hao's gaze fell on the newcomer, and he summoned his Clear Sky Hammer with a wave of his hand:

"Does your Spirit Hall have no one left to use?"

"Haotian Douluo has misunderstood. I am Qingxuan, and I have met Haotian Douluo."

Qingxuan cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Tang Hao, his expression calm:

"I never expected to meet Haotian Douluo here. Qingxuan conveys my master's greetings to you."

"Your master?"

Upon hearing Qingxuan's words, Tang Hao's eyes narrowed involuntarily:

Although the woman in front of him was not as strong as he was, she was still a titled Douluo-level expert.

This kind of being, who can become an elder even in the Spirit Hall, actually has a master?

"When did I meet you...?"

Tang Hao suddenly stopped midway through his sentence:

Thinking about it carefully, I do seem to have encountered someone who fits that description.

"It seems that Haotian Douluo must have thought of this."

Seeing the change in Tang Hao's expression, Qingxuan smiled slightly:

“Notting Academy, the woods behind the mountain—my master still thinks of you fondly after that day.”

"It is truly an honor for Tang Hao to be remembered by His Majesty."

As Qingxuan spoke, Tang Hao confirmed his own thoughts.

However, it was precisely because of this that his expression grew increasingly grim:

That night on the back mountain of Notting Academy was definitely a dark chapter in Tang's life that he could never erase.

Being remembered by a Limit Douluo is not a good thing.

"Your visit is surely not just to say hello to me, is it?"

Tang Hao turned his gaze to Qing Xuan and chose to change the subject:

Regardless, let's move on from what happened that night.

"It's natural."