Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

In the hotel, when everyone was about to eat, Emperor Zhao asked the waiter for a few bags, picked some that were relatively intact and delicious, packed them up, and continued eating.

After eating, everyone walked towards Shrek.

Several people chatted animatedly along the way, after crossing the noisy street, on the way to the academy.

The master who was silent along the way suddenly spoke.

"Emperor Zhao, don't you think your reaction in the hotel just now was a bit excessive?"

Unlike Tang San and others who were overly worried and let nature take its course, Grandmaster carefully observed that the veins on Emperor Zhao's forehead had popped out just now, his face was extremely gloomy, and his body had unintentionally revealed a hint of fierceness.

Although he restrained himself quickly, he still felt that Emperor Zhao's appearance at that time really looked like... as if he was about to kill someone!

This state of affairs is definitely not normal!

After hearing the master's words, everyone couldn't help but recall the situation just now and the state of Emperor Zhao at that time. Although he also liked to eat before, similar situations had not happened before.

But there has never been a time when his face was as gloomy as today.

At first, everyone only knew that Emperor Zhao was going to be angry, but they didn't think about how angry it was and how it was different from before.

But now that the master said it, everyone fell silent and looked at Emperor Zhao.

Carrying three bags in his hands, Emperor Zhao also lowered his head and began to think deeply.

"Indeed, I didn't expect that I would be so angry this time. At that time, I just felt like the fire in my heart was instantly lit, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what."

Everyone frowned, and the master thought for a while and asked, "Have you done anything special recently?"

"Special? There have been quite a few recently."

"For example?" the master asked.

Emperor Zhao raised his eyebrows, as if recalling, and said slowly: "For example, being chased by a Titan, such as being chased by three soul saints, such as..."

Having said this, Emperor Zhao paused, looking a little embarrassed and uncertain, and said: "For example, if you want to break through level 47."

The master was stunned for a moment, and then he fell into deep thought. No one spoke along the way and remained silent.

Soon, everyone returned to the entrance of the college, but they slowly stopped and looked ahead, then at Emperor Zhao.

In front of them, three beautiful figures stood upright, looking very graceful as the light of night fell.

"I'm fine now, you can go in first." Emperor Zhao waved his hand.

The master hesitated for a moment, and after confirming again and again, he took the lead and walked into the academy. When he was about to enter the door, he turned back and said to Emperor Zhao: "You may have begun to be affected by your martial spirit. I will go back tonight and think about it carefully. If I can tomorrow Think of me telling you what to do.”

Emperor Zhao nodded.

Then the master entered the academy, and Tang San and the others looked at each other and followed closely.

When they were all gone and only the four of them were left, Emperor Zhao took a deep breath, then picked up the bag in his hand and walked towards the three women.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, but just let go of the two women's hands, and then gently lay in Emperor Zhao's arms.

She is so quiet, as quiet as a cute kitten.

Emperor Zhao smiled slightly, touched her hair, looked at Meng Yiran who lowered his head as if he was a child who made a mistake, and said suicidal:

"I'm sorry. It was my fault before. For some reason, my emotions were a little out of control, so..."

"No! You're right, it's my fault. I didn't know you liked eating so much, and you deliberately knocked over the bowl. It's my fault..."

Before Emperor Zhao finished speaking, Meng Yiran directly grabbed the mistake, lowered his head, and his voice became softer and softer, and in the end his voice sounded a bit like crying.

Emperor Zhao shook his head and smiled, without saying anything else. He picked up the bag in his hand, waved it in front of his eyes, and said:

"It's so late, you haven't eaten yet. Now, I brought you some food. Eat quickly."

The three of them were stunned, and Zhu Zhuqing also raised his head and looked at Emperor Zhao with strange eyes.

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat?" Emperor Zhao said with a smile.

Meng Yiran wiped the tears from his eyes, a smile emerged, nodded vigorously and said: "Eat!"

The same goes for Ning Rongrong.

"Let's go, I'm eating after entering the academy, and I'm going to improve your physique tonight. Poor me, I haven't recovered yet and I have to output again, ugh~" Emperor Zhao looked a little helpless, holding his forehead with one hand.

In one sentence, for a moment, the three women all laughed. Seeing this, Emperor Zhao pulled Zhu Zhuqing and turned around and walked towards the academy. At the same time, he said:

"Let's go, let's go eat."

Meng Yiran was slightly startled when he saw the two figures.

The cafeteria in the college couldn't be used. It was difficult for Zhu Zhuqing and others to enter the boys' dormitory, and it was difficult for Zhao Di to enter the girls' dormitory. Finally, after thinking about it, he went to Flanders and asked for a separate room.

When Flanders heard what Emperor Zhao said, she was stunned for a moment, looked at the three girls around her, and for a moment, she agreed with a slightly lewd expression.

After arranging the room and closing the door to leave, he raised his eyebrows at Emperor Zhao.

Ning Rongrong looked at it in confusion, and after the door was locked, she asked in confusion: "What's wrong with the dean? Are your brows cramped?"

Emperor Zhao was clearing the table and taking pictures of the dishes and rice. Zhu Zhuqing shook his head and said he didn't know, while Meng Yiran lowered his head with a red face and said intermittently:

"I...I might know why..."

"Come, let's eat first." Before Ning Rongrong could continue to ask questions, Emperor Zhao's voice sounded.

After hearing this, the three girls stopped talking and came to a small round table, which could accommodate four people. After they were done, they picked up their chopsticks and started eating. As for Emperor Zhao, he had already started eating...

There is food in front of you, even if you have just eaten, you may not eat it.

At the dinner table, Zhu Zhuqing ate very elegantly, chewing slowly with her small mouth, and looking at Emperor Zhao tenderly from time to time.

Ning Rongrong also looked very elegant when eating, and her eyes peeked at Emperor Zhao from time to time. Thinking of those words she said out of excitement at the riverside, she couldn't help but blush on her face.

The three of them were eating normally, but Meng Yiran didn't dare to move his chopsticks far away. He held the plate of food in front of him carefully with both arms, and didn't even dare to make too much noise while chewing.

Suddenly, Emperor Zhao paused with his chopsticks to pick up the food. Meng Yiran's body trembled obviously and he looked at Emperor Zhao anxiously.

Emperor Zhao also looked at her. The moment they looked at each other, Meng Yiran put down his chopsticks, stood up, and took a step back, lowering his head deeply.

The sound of chopsticks placed on the bowl was crisp. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong's eyes were attracted to Meng Yiran, who was standing there at a loss and frightened. They were silent for a moment, and both looked at Emperor Zhao. .

Emperor Zhao was also stunned for a while, feeling inexplicably distressed and regretful.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. Before Meng Yiran could react, he hugged her directly, touched her hair with his hands, and rubbed her ear: