Douluo v: Draw the Qinglong Wuhun at the beginning, hang and beat Tang San to grab Xiaowu

Xiao Wu still trusts Du Cheng's words.

At least she hasn't noticed until now that when someone was talking to her, there was a small sweet tongue licking his body behind him.

'Hiss~'

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

"Well, you little wild cat, you really are lawless!"

Zhu Zhuqing wanted to escape, but the bed was only so big, and he had to prevent Xiao Wu from being woken up, so he could only be grabbed by Du Cheng honestly.

'Ah~'

Feeling the warmth of Du Cheng's hands from his waist, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and at the same time cast a begging look at Du Cheng.

"Are you aware of fear now?"

Sensing Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, Du Cheng showed a sinister smile on his face:

"late!"

As soon as the words came out, Du Cheng's mouth was heavily imprinted on Zhu Zhuqing's fragrant lips:

Since this girl dared to tease herself just now, she must pay the price for her actions.

Under the darkness of night, from time to time, there would be a gasp or two in the main hall after trying to suppress it.

Under Du Cheng and Zhu Zhuqing's hard work and restraint, Xiao Wu at the side was not woken up.

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

What's going on, why is the weird smell stronger?

Different from Du Cheng's Xiangyan, Zao Wou-ki's mood at this moment is extraordinarily complicated.

His eyes fell on the burly man in front of him, Zhao Wuji's eyes were full of regret:

"I have no intention of offending Young Master Tang San, please forgive me, Hao Tianmian."

regret!

Extremely sorry!

If there was a chance to do it all over again, Zhao Wuji would definitely not choose to kick Tang San that way.

Who would have thought that an ugly, buck-toothed kid who looked ordinary would be the son of the majestic Haotian Douluo.

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

The only thing that makes Zao Wou-ki more fortunate is that the person in front of him obviously doesn't have much killing intent towards him:

Otherwise, it wouldn't just stop him after beating him up.

"Humph!"

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

"If it weren't for the fact that you didn't have any malice towards Xiaosan, how could this seat spare you lightly?"

For Zao Wou-ki, Tang Hao somewhat looked down on him:

It is really a disgrace to the world of soul masters that a dignified soul saint actually gains a sense of existence by bullying juniors.

However, considering that Tang San still had to continue studying at Shrek Academy after all, he chose to let this guy go:

If not, with the strength of the dignified Haotian Douluo, it would not be too easy to abolish a soul saint.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Haotian!"

Although he was unwilling, after hearing Tang Hao's words, Zao Wou-ki still quickly saluted respectfully:

"Your Majesty Haotian, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Young Master Tang San in the future, and I will never take any action against him again."

"That's good."

Nodding his head, Tang Hao was quite satisfied with Zao Wou-ki's answer:

"You have to remember, Xiaosan doesn't know who I am... who is it?"

Just as he was about to tell Zhao Wou-ki not to expose himself, Tang Hao's face suddenly changed, and all his soul power directly moved towards the side:

"He Fangxiao is young, how dare you spy here?"

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

Halfway through the conversation, Zhao Wou-ki honestly closed his mouth:

The reason is very simple. After Tang Hao spoke, a figure really appeared not far away.

"A mere level 90 Titled Douluo dares to spy on Tang."

Looking at the incoming person, Tang Hao summoned his Clear Sky Hammer with a wave of his hand:

"Could it be that no one is available in your Spirit Hall?"

"Haotian Douluo misunderstood, I have seen Haotian Douluo in Xia Qingxuan."

Arching his hands towards Tang Hao, Qingxuan looked calm:

"I didn't expect to meet Haotian Douluo here. Qingxuan sends my greetings to Your Excellency on behalf of my master."

"Your master?"

Hearing Qingxuan's words, Tang Hao couldn't help but shrink his eyes:

Although the strength of the woman in front of him is not as good as his own, she is also a strong person at the title Douluo level.

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

"When did I meet..."

Halfway through the conversation, Tang Hao suddenly stopped:

If I think about it carefully, I seem to have indeed come into contact with a more suitable existence.

"It seems that Haotian Douluo should have thought of it."

Seeing the change in Tang Hao's expression, Qingxuan showed a smile on his face:

"Notting College, the forest in the back mountain, after that day, my master still misses you."

"It's really an honor for Tang Hao to be remembered by His Majesty."

As Qingxuan's words came out, Tang Hao also confirmed his thoughts.

However, it is precisely because of this that his complexion becomes even uglier:

That night at the back mountain of Notting College is definitely a black history that he, Mr. Tang, can't erase in his life.

It's not a good thing to be missed by a Limit Douluo.

"Your Excellency, you shouldn't just come here to say hello to Tang, right?"

Looking at Qingxuan, Tang Hao chose to change the subject:

In any case, let's divert the incident of that night first.

"It's natural."

Nodding his head, Qingxuan did not disappoint Tang Hao.

Turning his head to look at Zhao Wuji, Qingxuan continued:

"The next time I come here, it's actually for this Mr. Soul Sage."

"Gah?"

Hearing Qingxuan's words, Zhao Wou-ki, who was still happily eating melons, couldn't help but froze.

Thinking of what Tang Hao said when he found himself before, Zao Wou-ki had a bad premonition in his heart:

"Your Majesty, could it be because of my juniors that you came to look for me?"

"It's not."

Before Zao Wou-ki breathed a sigh of relief, Qing Xuan's voice sounded again:

"It's just that Mr. Zhao is assessing my young master during the day. The little girl is not talented, so I want to be assessed by you."

Qingxuan's words were polite, but there were drops of cold sweat dripping from Zhao Wuji's forehead:

I, Zhao Wuji, He De He Neng, can actually assess a Douluo level powerhouse.

"Your Majesty, stop joking."

Squeezing a smile that was uglier than crying towards Qingxuan, Zao Wou-ki continued:

"The little one has blind eyes, which is why he offended Young Master Du Cheng. For this matter, the young one is willing to accept punishment."

Being able to guess Qingxuan's identity is not because Zhao Wuji is smart.

But among the few dolls he assessed today, there are only two boys:

The parents of the buck-toothed ugly kid are already here, so do you have to guess the identity of the remaining one?

While speaking, Zhao Wuji scolded Li Yusong in his heart:

Shrek Academy really wanted to recruit monsters, but didn't it? Let you recruit ancestors back!