Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 13 Your Martial Soul Is Poisonous
About farting is a very learned and profound topic, do you think you can fart if you want?
Mo Wentian smiled helplessly, it seemed that it was impossible to perfunctorily pass the test.

Moreover, Yihu didn't intend to let him pass the test easily.

Isn't it just a matter of missing a meal?

How did it become so complicated!
If I had known it would become like this, I would have given him an extra copy in a snap.

Because the final result is still the same, what did I want to eat at the time?

Yihu was determined by his appearance, and Mo Wentian wanted to punch him in the face.

After thinking about it, Mo Wentian gave up this idea.

Although I don't know the location of the Cub Protector Mad Tang Hao, I can be sure that he is watching nearby.

On a day when there is only the cub guard madman, I have no chance, no chance.

Mo Wentian let out a foul breath, and said compromised: "I understand."

Yihu patted Mo Wentian on the shoulder, "If you had been so sensible in the morning, nothing would have happened. If it hadn't been for seeing your face, I would have given you a better memory, lest you offend our third brother again."

Mo Wentian squeezed out a smile, he was not in the mood to care about these things, he really didn't want to expose his martial soul, after exposure, the impact would definitely be great.

The so-called good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, he doesn't want to become a notorious person.

Mo Wentian pondered for a while, and said: "Let them go back first. I don't want too many people to know, there are too many people, you understand."

Yihu couldn't make up his mind, looked at Tang San, saw Tang San nodded, and then said: "Yes. You all go back, I have worked hard for you today, and I will ask for money tomorrow."

"Yes! Brother Yihu!"

"Third brother, let's go back first, goodbye third brother! Goodbye Yihu brother!"

Their neat voices made Mo Wentian look curiously. When Yihu talked about money, his ears were already pricked up.

Could it be that there is a salary for being a follower?

Or day end?

I also want to participate in such a good thing, what should I do?Waiting online, very urgent.

Mo Wentian doesn't think dignity is important. If dignity can be exchanged for food, he is willing to do so in a million.

However, this does not mean that he can expose his frightening martial spirit!
"They're all gone, now, do you have any reason?" Yihu said lightly.

There is really no reason!

Mo Wentian still hesitated, Tang San spoke, he said: "Why do you look like a woman, mother-in-law, what kind of man are you?"

Mo Wentian smiled wryly, and muttered: "If you awaken a piece of disgusting stinky meat, I see if you can say it so easily and be a man."

Tang San: "What are you talking about, speak up, haven't you eaten? Or do you still want to fight with me?"

Mo Wentian complained directly in his heart: Fighting with you?Hehe, I have a hundred guts, and I don't dare to yell at Haotian Douluo!You go into battle as father and son soldiers, my young master and I are a loner, what can we do? !
Mo Wentian coughed dryly twice, and said: "Let me make a statement in advance, if you are already mentally prepared, I will tell you, if not, then prepare."

Looking at Mo Wentian's cautious look, Tang San and Yihu couldn't help laughing, it's not like they haven't smelled that stench before, so what else needs to be prepared.

"It seems that you are ready."

Mo Wentian glanced at them, "However, just in case, I still want to remind you that the stench is not a hidden weapon."

Yihu felt amused, "Nonsense, what is it if it's not a hidden weapon? Could it be your martial spirit?"

His joke was a bit too much, even Tang San felt it, so Xiaoxiao didn't say much.

However, they quickly noticed Mo Wentian's expression, as if he had been hit by Yihu's words, very surprised.

"Pretend, just pretend." Yihu said contemptuously.

Mo Wentian sighed faintly, Tang San and Yihu's hearts skipped a beat, the foul-smelling thing, could it really be his spirit?

Mo Wentian stretched out his left hand, "Are you sure, are you ready? Next, I will summon my martial soul. Let me state in advance, the evaluation of my martial soul in the martial soul hall: food-type martial soul , Moldy minced meat, waste martial soul."

"Wait a moment."

Tang San stopped immediately, and said: "The Wuhun Hall all commented like this, we don't need to doubt it, you don't need to summon the Wuhun out, it really stinks."

"Don't watch it?" Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Tang San would insist on watching it.

"Don't watch it." Tang San shook his head, but Yihu persuaded him: "Third Brother, I think this kid is cheating, just look at his expression. He was obviously relieved when he heard you say no to watch it." I feel like he's cheating."

Mo Wentian looked at Yihu, if it wasn't for the fact that his martial spirit was really moldy minced meat, he couldn't help but applaud Yihu, the analysis was really fucking reasonable.

Tang San was stunned for a moment, "You're right, I think so too." He looked at Mo Wentian as he spoke, and said, "Tell me, are you bluffing me? If I know you're lying, you will Don't think about getting better at Nuoding Elementary Soul Master Academy, you'd better tell the truth."

Mo Wentian didn't expect Tang San to be so uninhibited, he gave Yihu a vicious look.

Yihu smiled, "It's useless for you to stare. I'm just discussing facts. If you think what I said is wrong, you can prove it to me."

Mo Wentian rolled his eyes, Yihu thought he was cowardly.

"Since you want to see it, I will show it to you."

As soon as Mo Wentian finished speaking, his soul power was concentrated on his left hand. Since you all want to see it so much, I will just reluctantly satisfy you.

With a swish, a piece of stinky meat exuding a stench appeared in Mo Wentian's hands.

vomit--

Tang San and Yihu spit it out directly.

Mo Wentian watched them vomit like crazy, and deliberately put down the stinky meat, "Look, keep watching, don't you really want to see it?"

"Throw it away!" Tang San patted Mo Wentian's hand away, then walked to another place, he couldn't stay here any longer.

"You just seemed to say..."

Mo Wentian approached Yihu, and Yihu vomited directly at him.

Fortunately, he flashed faster, "You meow, you are the ones who want to watch, and you are the ones who don't. Are you too difficult to serve???"

Yihu didn't want to talk, it was more comfortable to vomit.

Mo Wentian curled his lips, and threw away the stinky meat, "God and you, ghost and you, it's all over now, what else do you have to say?"

Yihu: "..." What the fuck, can I be wrong?

Mo Wentian continued: "I think it's better for us to leave here first."

Tang San and Yihu agreed, and followed Mo Wentian out of here.

However, not long after they left, a snow-white figure appeared in front of the stinky meat, and he opened his mouth to swallow the stinky meat.

"thump!"

The next second, he fell to the ground.

However, the air is also purified.

(End of this chapter)