Rose Douluo

"Lord Xia Yuan, the master is waiting for you inside."

After walking for nearly ten minutes, the waitress with Xia Yuan finally stopped.

After the woman measured her body, she closed her eyes slightly and motioned for Xia Yuan to come in.

"Am I going in alone?" Xia Yuan walked to the door and suddenly took back his extended hand.

"Master, she only wants to talk to you alone." The waitress smiled and lowered her head, her expression and tone were full of respect.

"Aren't you afraid of what I will do to her?" A very different and frivolous smile appeared on Xia Yuan's face. Adding to what Xia Yuan said just now, if this was an ordinary girl, she might have been scared away.

"We won't have any objections to what the master tells us to do." The waitress smiled softly, and it didn't seem like anything was wrong. "Then, I'll go and rest first."

Xia Yuan looked a little embarrassed as the waiting girl's back slowly disappeared from sight. At this time, Xia Yuan's face suddenly darkened, "You think I can't see it?"

Everything Xia Yuan said before was intentional, just to verify some of his thoughts.

However, now that it has been verified, Xia Yuan feels a little strange.

I have no reason to stay here, and, to be fair, if I want to leave...

It seems not difficult?

……

Standing at the door, you can clearly feel how big this place is like the emperor's palace.

Taking a breath, Xia Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

Xia Yuan couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the appearance inside. It looked magnificent on the outside, but it was strangely simple inside.

Moreover, whether it is decoration or style, it is almost the same as Ningruo's house...

"You came?"

Xia Yuan, who had just reached the middle of the hall, was stunned and looked towards the source of the sound. There, a girl wearing a translucent "wedding dress" looked at Xia Yuan with a blush on her face.

Xia Yuan's eyes slowly became dull.

Ning Ling was already an enchanting woman, and her unique temperament made her feel like a "goddess" in the sky. But now, the translucent wedding dress she was wearing gave her an obvious allure for no apparent reason.

Ning Ling's pure white skin has no trace of gray in this world.

"Ugh——" Xia Yuan quickly looked away, resisting the tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue, and said coldly: "What does this mean?"

A trace of pity flashed in Ning Ling's eyes. She closed her eyes slightly and looked at Xia Yuan with a proud face: "I'm sorry, Sir Xia Yuan, these are just clothes for resting later."

Regardless of why this Ning Ling calls Xia Yuan "Sir", Xia Yuan can no longer stay with her just because she is like this.

"I'd better come back tomorrow." Xia Yuan turned around and wanted to leave directly.

"If you go out now, you will die, right?"

Xia Yuan's hand that had just pressed against the door stiffened instantly.

The atmosphere became tense...

"Are you threatening me?" Xia Yuan said with a sarcastic voice, slowly turning around and looking at Ning Ling with ridiculous eyes.

"No, I'm just reminding you." Ning Ling chuckled and moved lightly towards Xia Yuan.

"Remind me? Thank you for your kindness!" Looking at Ning Ling getting closer and closer to him, Xia Yuan's eyes once again showed a trace of confusion. He kept pressing the hand on the door and wanted to open the door directly...

"There are three titled Douluo outside...are you sure you want to go out?"

A gentle voice sounded, but the meaning didn't seem to be that gentle.

"Although you are three ninety-one-level Titled Douluo, it's impossible for you to run away, right?" Ning Ling stopped behind Xia Yuan and gently slid her fingers across Xia Yuan's back.

Xia Yuan tried his best to suppress the fluctuations in his heart. Ning Ling was definitely a beautiful woman who could conquer the entire country. If it were normal, Xia Yuan would have been provoked like this and would have already jumped in to do what a man should do...

But now, he is being threatened.

"……What do you want?"

"I just want to talk to you." Ning Ling turned away and walked towards the inner room.

"..." Xia Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Although he didn't know what this woman wanted to do, Xia Yuan had no other choice now.

"Please sit down."

"..." Xia Yuan just walked into the inner room and felt a little uncomfortable.

Looking at Ning Ling sitting at the table, and then at the big pink bed behind Ning Ling, Xia Yuan felt that he couldn't leave here safely tonight.

However, Xia Yuan still walked to the table and sat opposite Ning Ling.

"I heard Ning Ruo say that you are the person she met in Douluo Continent. Because of some accidents, you fell into this world... right?" Ning Ling didn't talk too much, poured a cup of tea and put it on the table. Xia Yuan asked directly in front of him.

"That's right." Xia Yuan nodded.

"Then, can you briefly describe the scene to me?" Ning Ling smiled, her eyes always staying on Xia Yuan.

"The situation was very confusing... I can't remember clearly." Xia Yuan shook his head, without even a hint of guilt in his tone, as if he was telling a fact.

"Is this...?" Ning Ling's eyes flashed with a smile, "So, you can now accept the contaminated soul power here, right?"

"It's true, but my body is still a little resistant subconsciously." Xia Yuan's eyes changed slightly. He always felt that something was wrong.

"Is that so? Then Xia Yuan, your martial spirit must have mutated, right? Can you show it to me?"

"..." Xia Yuan was stunned and understood instantly.

This woman wants to use herself to go to Douluo Continent? !

"Okay!" Xia Yuan smiled, raised his left hand, and the black and red soul power condensed into a spear in Xia Yuan's hand.

The spear is blood red all over, with a hint of yellow patterns surrounding every corner of the gun body. Unlike the red rose, the red rose only has one spear head, and the one Xia Yuan is holding now actually has a spear head on the other end. Small spear tip.

What remains unchanged is the terrifying, sharp aura exuding from the tip of the gun.

"This... is your martial spirit?" Something was wrong in Ning Ling's eyes. Although Xia Yuan's martial spirit did look very powerful, it was different from what she imagined in her heart.

"That's right... Is there a problem?" Xia Yuan held the spear in his hand and looked at Ning Ling's wrong eyes, Xia Yuan sneered in his heart.

This Ningling might know what his second martial soul is.

Although she didn't know how she knew, this was not good news for Xia Yuan.

Ning Ling was silent, closing her eyes as if thinking about something. ..

And Xia Yuan, feeling inexplicably happy, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip...

As Xia Yuan drank the cup of tea, Ning Ling, who had been thinking about something just now, started to smile.

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