The Emperor of Douluo is coming to the world

Chapter 15 Qian Renxue, do you have the courage to join forces with demons?
Xue Qinghe tilted his head to look at Wang Xiaoming, with a flirtatious taste.

Wang Xiaoming looked into Xue Qinghe's eyes, trying to see what was in his eyes.

"Then you are not afraid that I have the appearance of an ancient god, blood and blood?"

Wang Xiaoming's tone became more serious, tinged with intimidation and threats.

"I think that a person's talent is more important than appearance. I admire your talent, not your person."

Regardless of the sword on his neck, Xue Qinghe picked up the teacup and sipped lightly, revealing an elegant temperament all over his body.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming took the card box sword back, walked to Xue Qinghe, and released the transformation.

"You are very smart." Wang Xiaoming convinced Xue Qinghe.

If Xue Qinghe is not a prince, then he must be a missionary or diplomat.

Xue Qinghe got up slowly, and came close to Wang Xiaoming, almost close to him.

Xue Qinghe took off Wang Xiaoming's mask with his tender, inhuman hands.

"He's pretty handsome." Xue Qinghe stroked Wang Xiaoming's face.

Wang Xiaoming felt a little disgusted at once, a man doing this kind of gesture to a man?

"Please let go of your disguise, this is really not conducive to the conversation between us." Wang Xiaoming pushed Xue Qinghe's hand away.

Xue Qinghe was taken aback when he heard the words, glanced at himself blankly, suddenly smiled, and then put his hands on his chest.

Immediately afterwards, a shining holy light suddenly burst out, and a light barrier instantly enveloped Xue Qinghe.

The room became bright, no, it shone so brightly that people couldn't open their eyes. The dark colors were driven to the corners and emitted through the windows, and the street outside was also illuminated.

At this time, Xue Qinghe was like a bundle of balls of holy light, and Xue Qinghe's body was constantly changing within the ball of light.

Wang Xiaoming squinted his eyes. Although Yajituo was a flashlight fighter, it didn't mean he was immune to light. Wang Xiaoming could only vaguely see that Xue Qinghe's appearance was gradually changing into a mysterious figure of a woman.

The light dissipated, and the room became clear again, and the darkness at the corners turned into shadows again.

Wang Xiaoming blinked his big eyes like copper bells, and looked at Xue Qinghe who revealed his real body in disbelief.

The Xue Qinghe in front of him already had skin as white as jade, a touching and glamorous figure, and a bulging chest that was breathtakingly beautiful.

She was wearing a golden palace dress. The dress was one-piece. It seemed to be woven with gold silk. It was not decorated with too many patterns. The style was simple and elegant. The golden stand-up collar protected her snow-white and slender Her long golden hair was loosely scattered behind her neck, without combing carefully, which was in stark contrast to her neat palace attire.

"Let me introduce formally. My name is Qian Renxue, but you should still call me Xueqinghe when you are around." Qian Renxue adjusted her clothes slightly, her golden eyes were as calm as water.

"The Thousand Saintess is really like a fairy descending to the world, as graceful as a frightened bird, and graceful as a dragon." Wang Xiaoming unconsciously called Qian Renxue the Saintess.

"Hehe, you're sweet. Since you recognize me, I'll get straight to the point." Qian Renxue smiled lightly, and shot out two golden rays of light with her hand. Before Wang Xiaoming could react, her two invisible avatars were destroyed. Lost.

There was no wavering on Wang Xiaoming's face, as if he knew that Qian Renxue would destroy his clone.

"I want to recruit you to join me." Qian Renxue's face became serious.

"Oh? Not to join Wuhundian, but to join you?" Wang Xiaoming felt very interesting. Could it be that the differentiation of Wuhundian has already started, or is it Qian Renxue who wants to cultivate her own power.

"You really know my identity. I won't ask too many questions, but you have to make sure that you won't reveal my identity." Qian Renxue stared at Wang Xiaoming.

"Of course, but if you want me to join you..." Wang Xiaoming suddenly appeared in front of Qian Renxue's face. The two were very close, and they could feel each other's fiery breath.

"Do you have the courage to join forces with the devil?" Wang Xiaoming gently kissed Qian Renxue's face.

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then she came to her senses and looked at Wang Xiaoming affectionately, "I'm talking about the same kind of people as you, demons."

Qian Renxue offered a kiss, but Wang Xiaoming refused.

"Old cows eat tender grass, I don't want to be tender grass." Wang Xiaoming pressed his index finger against Qian Renxue's lips, and said teasingly.

Qian Renxue's face was a little rosy, and she didn't know if it was anger or shyness.

"How long are you going to stay in Shrek?" Qian Renxue asked implicitly.

Qian Renxue handed Wang Xiaoming a token, the exclusive token of the prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, usually used to invite distinguished guests.

"I don't know, one month? Or one year?" Wang Xiaoming smiled charmingly, then turned and walked out of the room.

When the two guards saw Wang Xiaoming coming out, they stared at Wang Xiaoming viciously, showing their disgust.

"Let him go." Xue Qinghe's voice sounded again, Wang Xiaoming looked back, only seeing Xue Qinghe but not Qian Renxue.

After Wang Xiaoming left, Xue Qinghe resumed her kind, honest and self-disciplined appearance in the eyes of everyone.

Those who knew about this conversation did not know about the conversation between Xue Qinghe and Wang Xiaoming, it was just that the holy light suddenly appeared in the room at that moment.

Dawn came quietly, and Flender led Tang San and the others back to Shrek Academy.

Leave Oscar and wait for Wang Xiaoming to come out.

"Brother Xiaoming, here it is!" Oscar saw Wang Xiaoming faintly, and shouted with a unique voice.

"You're calling me?" The man who looked like Wang Xiaoming turned around and looked at Oscar with a full face.

"Uh... I've got the wrong person, I'm sorry." Oscar quickly explained.

"Admit it? I think you are trying to seduce me?" The uncle smiled and approached Oscar with wretched steps.

Sweat broke out on Oscar's face. Realizing that something was wrong, he hurriedly shouted: "You rascal! Someone help me!"

"Where's the nonsense!" The uncle grabbed Oscar, his strong body and strong soul power were all above Oscar.

"Let's have fun with the uncle, hehe..." The wretchedness on the uncle's face became more prominent.

Just when Oscar was in despair, he patted the uncle on the shoulder with one hand.

"Ah? Who are you!" The uncle's elegance was interrupted, and he naturally looked back angrily.

A handsome man stood behind the uncle, looking thin and tender.

"Oh, you two know each other?" The uncle's anger disappeared in an instant, and turned into endless joy.

Wang Xiaoming felt unlucky and covered his forehead, why are there such people in the Soul Arena these days.

"Yes, can you put him down?" Wang Xiaoming said, the strength in his hands continued to increase, and the expression on the uncle's face became distorted.

"Stop! It hurts, hurts, hurts..." The uncle was in so much pain that he couldn't move, and was stuck between his bones.

Wang Xiaoming let out a cold snort, and threw it back suddenly with force. The uncle was thrown flying by the powerful force, smashing three tables before barely stopping.

"Let's go, Oscar, those scumbags will return those damaged things." Wang Xiaoming said coolly, and left with Oscar in a daze.

The waiter went over to check on the uncle's condition, only to see that the uncle's eyes were white and his hands and feet were twitching. If he hadn't been breathing, he would have thought he was twitching after death.

The waiter saw too much, and waved for someone to deal with the accident.

(End of this chapter)