Douluo: a deer

Chapter 83 Zhu Zhuyue's Sorrow
Fu Qingyun left.

He was carried away by the people of Canghui Academy.

Although this school is very unscrupulous, Fu Qingyun is not easy to refuse the task assigned by the superior.

According to his preferences, he is more willing to tap some talents to act as his opponents, for example, guiding Tang San, a group of guys he is optimistic about, may be able to face each other again in the future, and have an upright duel, he hopes that one day.

I just hope that Cang Hui's trip will not be as boring as imagined...

After bidding farewell to Fu Qingyun, Tang San and the two boys Oscar joined hands, resisting Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun who were lying on the ground back.

Oscar carried Ma Hongjun on his back, jumped a bit, turned the weight, and found that the fat man was really much lighter.

So he stepped forward, walking faster than Tang San.

The partners are making progress, and he can't relax!

In the hotel, Zhao Wou-ki was still in shock, looking at the returning crowd with fear, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If so many little monsters got lost, it would be a ghost if that guy Flender let him go!
Fortunately, however, all was well.

He looked at Tang San and the two patients on Oscar's back in surprise, and couldn't help asking:
"What happened to them?"

Tang San then told Zhao Wuji what happened to Fu Qingyun before.

"There is such a thing..." Zhao Wuji said with emotion, "A fifth-rank martial artist is equivalent to a soul sage."

"Soul Saint!"

Tang San was stunned.

Come on, no wonder he was tortured by blood, he couldn't beat the soul saint even if he was promoted to another [-] or [-] levels!

"He should just want to consider your strength, otherwise, if you use your real skills, you won't be able to last three breaths." Zhao Wou-ki stroked his brown chin with a pensive look.

"The strength of a martial artist lies in their physique and physical skills. They are not as weak as the soul masters who major in defense. Most of the soul masters who major in defense have to give up speed and attack power because of the martial soul, just like the one you just met. That Xuan Turtle Soul King."

"Martial artists don't have such disadvantages!"

"Even if I activate Vajra Fudo Myoko's real body, I'm afraid it's not as hard as an Aiki martial artist's body. On the contrary, his strength can smash my real body, and the speed is beyond my reach."

Zhao Wou-ki said excitedly, he is extremely yearning for a martial artist, if he can get the cultivation method, he will be able to make up for the shortcomings of the martial soul.

"Unfortunately, if you want to become a martial artist, you must practice a lot of exercises. Most of these scrolls are monopolized by the empire and sect forces, and it is difficult for outsiders to obtain..."

Zhao Wuji sighed.

"Ms. Zhao, is this it?"

Tang San took out the yellow paper that Fu Qingyun had just given him.

"Little San, exercises are hard to find, even if we sell our Shrek Academy, we still can't afford it."

"And if I sell Shrek, that guy Flender will definitely not let me go."

Zhao Wuji pushed the yellow paper in Tang San's hand, obviously he didn't believe Tang San's words:

"So you remember, not all street stalls can be called..."

At this time, he suddenly caught sight of a few large characters on the book cover, and immediately stopped talking.

Zao Wou-ki trembled, snatched the book from Tang San's hand abruptly, his pupils shrank, and he flipped through it in disbelief.

"How, how is it possible!"

"It's really a skill!"

Zao Wou-ki's breathing became urgent, his brown skin flushed, his eyes were fixed on the book, unwilling to move away.

"Little San! Can I borrow this book?"

Finally, Zhao Wuji, who had calmed down, asked Tang San with an excited tone.

This is more exciting than when he, a big man, meets a flower girl on the side of the road.

Tang San responded casually:

"Ms. Zhao, please take it. Fu Qingyun gave it to Shrek. You can read it. I'm a little tired. I'm going to rest first."

"Okay!" Zhao Wuji roared, and then greeted Tang San with hiss.

Tang San supported his forehead, feeling that the people around him were getting more and more abnormal.

After finally dismissing Zhao Wuji, Tang San sent Dai Mubai to the room to rest.

Then he went out to the restaurant to eat something to fill his stomach. The battle just now made him feel a little tired.

Because of Dai Mubai and the others, the dinner party was canceled, Tang San ordered some casually, found a place and ate.

At this time, he suddenly saw Zhu Zhuyue who was eating silently at a diagonal corner.

"So coincidental?!"

Zhu Zhuyue raised her head and glanced at him, then gave a soft "hmm".

Then she hesitated for a moment, picked up the plate, and sat down in front of Tang San.

Tang San didn't know why, silently picking up the rice in the bowl.

The two looked at each other silently, very quietly.

Finally, Tang San couldn't bear it anymore, and asked:

"You look like you have something on your mind? Are you feeling unwell?"

Since the first meeting, Tang San has noticed the sadness and resentment on Zhu Zhuyue's face.

Her body trembled inexplicably, and her eating hand stopped suddenly.

"you say……"

She spoke slowly, her voice was small.

"If you like someone, can you risk your life for her?"

"Like..." Tang San was stunned, Xiao Huan's beauty appeared in his mind.

Do I like Xiaofan? ?
No, I'm greedy for his body!

Tang San shook his head violently, forcing himself not to think about those strange things, he looked at Zhu Zhuyue and said seriously:

"Of course, otherwise, how can it be called liking!"

"Is that so..." Zhu Zhuyue murmured, the sadness on her face didn't dissipate, but became more entangled.

Does he really like me...

But, for Xiao Huan, I can also...

She was in a trance, her mind was chaotic and complicated, and she didn't even realize that she had finished her meal.

It wasn't until Tang San sent her to the door of the room that she came back to her senses.

"Good night."

she whispered.

"Good night."

Tang San smiled and left.

In the empty room, moonlight seeped in through the window, adding an inexplicable chill to the room, but the silver light that fell was as pale as frost.

Zhu Zhuyue was lying on the bed, her eyes were looking at the ceiling, she didn't let herself try to fall asleep.

because she knows...

This is bound to be a sleepless night...

(End of this chapter)