Emperor Mang from Douluo

Chapter 46 The Little Doctor's A4 Waist (Please ask for a ticket (☆_☆))
The sky was clear, and over the mountains, forests and fields far away from the bustling cities, a black shadow flew slowly, leaving two white trails in the sky.

Looking carefully, it turned out to be a private jet with exquisite shape!
"Tsk... As expected of the extraordinary world, this fuel consumption is a bit high, and I can't fly very high... Damn it, it's really difficult for me not to fly!"

Sitting in the cockpit, Zhao Mang muttered to himself as he watched the mountains approaching.

Since he has not devoured the relevant flying method, he cannot turn on the flight mode.

At the same time, the amount of blood consumed by daily flying and traveling is an auxiliary method, which does not cause pain, and can be supplemented by cultivation items.

Such as: pills, medicinal materials, etc...

For Zhao Mang, the effect of pills is not as good as that of the original medicinal materials!
The secondary processed elixir is a synthetic product, which is important to other monks.

But for reckless men and women, at most, it is used as a loss of recovery aids.

In battle, there is no need for pills to recover, and the bloodthirsty state is compatible with the above requirements.

not for a while
In front of the background of mountains and mountains, smoke billowed from the kitchen. Zhao Mang took a look, nodded, and controlled the private jet to land towards a grass field.

The private plane tilted slowly, gradually approaching the grass...

When the landing gear was still more than ten meters away from the green grass, the hatch on the side of the fuselage was opened, and Zhao Mang was already standing at the door, with fluttering black hair and fluttering sleeves.

Zhao Mang glanced at the grass that was getting closer and closer, and just as the tires of the landing gear touched the tip of the grass, he jumped up and appeared above the green grass, his heart skipped a beat.

Receive!
The huge figure on the grass suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only the swaying green grass.

Pfft!
Zhao Mang landed on the grass with a steady figure. Since the clothes he was wearing were all illusions, the mud and dew did not stain his clothes.

"Wori... Fortunately, it's muddy ground, otherwise I, a war scum who doesn't have any defense, I guess my legs would be numb... Fuck!"

Standing in the grass, Zhao Mang couldn't help expressing a sense of emotion.

Immediately, he moved his feet and walked outside.

As I have already learned from Nalan Yanran, Yun Yun travels at the same time as her.

According to the distance speculation, Yun Yun is estimated to be on the way deep into the Warcraft Mountains at this moment.

Moreover, with Zhao Mang's ability to perceive natural rhythms, he didn't notice the violent fluctuations of battle energy between the heaven and the earth.

This perception method is not a map scanning method, but the energy collision closest to him, resulting in tidal feedback of grudges.

Flying the plane along the way, he has already felt quite a few tides of vindictiveness, all of which are small waves.

Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Mei, and Nalan Yanran didn't travel together, but stayed in Wutan City and began to collect cultivation items.

The objects of cultivation in this world are much richer than those in the Douluo Continent.

...

As Zhao Mang walked, the originally quiet environment turned into a hustle and bustle.

A big man with a hulking back and a fierce aura appeared in groups of three or four.

There was also the sound of their heated discussions. The mercenaries who gathered together naturally talked about women, spirits, and monsters.

"Hehe, now the third stage of Dou Qi dares to come to Qingshan Town? Are you here to die?"

A mercenary walking on the road suddenly saw Zhao Mang who had just stepped on the bluestone road, and said in surprise.

"Another boy from a rich family... He must have been abandoned by the family and left to perish on his own. He looks like he's in his twenties. He's really a trash!"

"You can't say that, maybe you can rely on your face, and it's not bad to be a minister under the skirt!"

"Third stage of fighting spirit, can't you be squeezed dry?"

"Hahaha…"

On the streets paved with bluestone slabs, the mercenaries walking or sitting in the wine shop also found the very conspicuous Zhao Mang, and talked about him a lot.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Mang walked on the street with a calm expression, like a son-in-law.

But I nodded secretly in my heart: Yes, that's it, prepare to accept the test of human nature!Smelly brothers, a group of fighters gathered together, quite arrogant!
"Eh?!"

"Oh?!"

"Wow?!"

"Little Doctor Immortal!"

The gossip that was pointing at Zhao Mang was diverted by a beautiful figure walking from behind Zhao Mang. The mercenaries looked at the woman in the white skirt under the sun with different expressions, and gradually became agitated.

Seeing this, Zhao Mang turned his head to look...

A beautiful woman, smiling indifferently, walked slowly, wearing a light white dress, clinging to her exquisite body, a green silk belt tied with a slender willow waist that could not be grasped, showing her weakness, inadvertently, giving people a An impulse to care for and love.

The fresh and ethereal temperament is like the combination of the girl next door and the goddess, which greatly increases its charm.

The combination of the three is extremely tempting, and a little carelessness will turn the male into a wolf.

"This is the legendary A4 waist..."

Standing in the middle of the road, Zhao Mang watched a sentence pop up in the little doctor's mind.

After thinking about it, he looked down at his bear waist again, and nodded secretly: Fortunately, I don't have a waist curve, otherwise...it's really weird.

The little fairy doctor smiled and walked on the street on his own.

When she saw a rather handsome young man in front of the road, he seemed to be looking down at her waist, and her tightly closed mouth showed a curve.

But... when she got closer and closer to the other party, a refreshing and peaceful fragrance slowly floated into her heart.

The little doctor's pretty face froze, blinked, and walked up to Zhao Mang step by step, tilted his head to look at the man, and said softly: "Young master, you are very unfamiliar, you have to be more careful when you come to Qingshan Town. yes!"

"what?!"

"The little fairy doctor actually took the initiative to talk to a strange man!"

"No...impossible, how could the little fairy doctor show kindness to the little boy, this...impossible!! I don't believe it!!!"

The mercenaries inside and outside the street, the moment the woman spoke, their bodies and minds were shaken, and they looked at the sun in disbelief, the handsome good-for-nothing, and the lovely and beautiful woman, but their minds were like a magnitude [-] earthquake. , the language of wailing roared past.

"Huh? Amazing resentment..."

Zhao Mang also felt something at this moment, he glanced around and thought to himself.

Immediately, he smiled lightly and said to the little fairy doctor: "Girls too, single women who go out should pay more attention to safety!"

The little fairy doctor moved her small nose subtly, and nodded with inquiring eyes: "Thank you, my lord..."

Speaking of this, there was a pause, because she also heard the mercenaries' discussions when she arrived.

Due to various factors, I couldn't help feeling sympathetic and curious towards Zhao Mang, smiled slightly, and continued politely: "My lord... I know a little about medicine, maybe I can solve some of your problems..."

"Well... aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

Zhao Mang laughed.

"Hehe... Good or bad won't be written on your face, but my first impression of you is not bad, I hope you won't lure wolves into your house~"

The little fairy doctor smiled, his eyes flickered, and he said slowly.

"Hahaha... Don't worry, even if I am a wolf, I am still a Big Big Wolf!"

Zhao Mang laughed loudly.

The short conversation between the two caused countless mercenaries on both sides of the street to raise their eyebrows, and their faces gradually became solemn.

(End of this chapter)