Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

Emperor Zhao's lips twitched, they were planning to let go.

"Oh~" he sighed and looked at the three women in front of him. For the first time, he felt that his idea of ​​finding a beautiful woman was wrong.

After standing there and thinking for a few minutes, under the expectant gazes of the three women, Emperor Zhao only felt a little pain in his head, and finally said helplessly: "Let's sleep together."

The three women were stunned for a moment, and then nodded happily. At least Emperor Zhao did not "abandon" them.

After the four people entered the tent, the space seemed a little crowded, and Emperor Zhao was in trouble again.

It will definitely be uncomfortable if they all lie down, but if you don’t lie down, you can’t sleep on your knees, right?

After thinking for a while, Emperor Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and then he lay down in the middle, patted his chest, and said to Meng Yiran:

"Yiran, come and sleep on me."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at her without saying a word, then quietly and obediently lay down beside Emperor Zhao, with her head resting on his arm and her two little hands on her chest.

Looking at him with her head slightly raised, she was like a cute kitten, making people want to love her.

"Hmph!" Ning Rongrong grunted unhappily, closed the tent, and lay on the other side of Emperor Zhao. Her head lay unceremoniously on his chest, occupying half of the area.

Emperor Zhao suddenly had black lines on his head. Ning Rongrong was really jealous. He smiled and said suicidally:

"Okay Rongrong, be good and don't treat Yiran like this all the time."

"Humph!" Ning Rongrong snorted, and finally retracted her little head reluctantly.

Meng Yiran looked around at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, then with a flushed face, he slowly and carefully laid down on Emperor Zhao.

"Hoo~" Zhao Di breathed out. His current state was that Zhu Zhuqing was pillowing his arm on the left, Meng Yiran was holding Meng Yiran with his right hand to prevent her from falling, and Ning Rongrong was holding his right arm.

A very... strange look.

The tent fell silent, and suddenly Emperor Zhao asked softly: "How was the song I sang just now?"

The three of them nodded in agreement.

"Actually, the reason why I sang this song actually has a meaning."

"I want to be the star that shines on you when you are confused and leads you out of your confusion."

Meng Yiran put her ear against his chest, listening quietly to his breathing and his heartbeat.

"There will always be a banquet in the world, although it is still a little far away for us, but there will always be a day, so Zhuqing, Rongrong, can you put aside your prejudice against Yiran and get along well with each other?"

At this time, the moon is dark and windy outside, and it is quiet and peaceful inside. In addition, a piece of spiritual music has just played, which is a good time to resolve misunderstandings!

The three women were silent for a long time. When Emperor Zhao thought they were asleep, Zhu Zhuqing nodded softly beside him and said hum.

Emperor Zhao smiled slightly, turned his head, looked at Ning Rongrong with a smile, and asked: "Rongrong, where are you?"

While asking questions, Emperor Zhao's hand held Meng Yiran's waist tighter. He could clearly feel that Meng Yiran's heartbeat accelerated a lot.

Give her a gentle pat of comfort.

"I don't want to." Ning Rongrong arched towards Emperor Zhao. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of stubbornness.

Meng Yiran trembled.

Emperor Zhao smiled bitterly, Ning Rongrong was a bit stubborn.

"Is it because of what happened in the room that night?"

"Ah."

Emperor Zhao continued: "Actually, that night I really just improved Yi Yi's physique, just like I improved you before, but in the end I was overly exhausted and fell down."

Ning Rongrong hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her head to look at Emperor Zhao, and asked uncertainly:

"really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Emperor Zhao's eyes were full of sincerity.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

"Hoo~" Ning Rongrong exhaled, continued to arch towards Emperor Zhao, and said softly:

"Then... that's fine."

"Well, Rongrong is so good~ Let's go to sleep." Zhao Di breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know if they had let go, this could be regarded as an improvement.

We can just get along slowly in the future, and the rest is to heal the wounds in Meng Yiran's heart.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Meng Yiran, who was lying on top of him with his eyes tightly closed and his heart beating rapidly, and he sighed quietly in his heart.

It's not easy.

......

Three days passed in a flash.

In three days, Emperor Zhao improved Old Jack's physique three times. Most of his originally pale hair turned black, his wrinkled face was much better, and even his skin was similar to that of a 50- to [-]-year-old man.

Overall, she looks decades younger!His body became more energetic, and Old Jack was also very happy, looking at Emperor Zhao with pride.

How could he not be proud? If other people's children were as good as Emperor Zhao, it would be enough to brag about, not to mention that the complete Emperor Zhao belonged to his family. This would be enough for him to brag about for a lifetime!

Emperor Zhao took Dai Mubai and the others around every day. There were hills and rivers nearby. It was considered a sightseeing tour. At least they had a good time.

After these few days of getting along well with Emperor Zhao, Meng Yiran's relationship with the other three women was pretty good, and they no longer often stayed by his side, nor were they as timid around him as before.

While they were playing around, the Emperor was sitting on the most authoritative chair in the Star Empire Hall with a calm expression.

It was daytime, and logically there should be a lot of people there, but now there was not a single person in the hall except the emperor, which made the hall seem empty and quiet.

"Dugu Yan and the others should go out to practice now, right?"

There was no one around, and the emperor didn't know who he was talking to, so he asked calmly.

"Yes." A person seemed to appear out of thin air. His whole body was wrapped in a black robe and his face could not be seen clearly. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had not spoken for a long time.

The emperor did not raise his head and continued to do his own thing. He stretched out one hand to take the teacup on the side. He took a slow sip before raising his head to look at him and asked lightly:

"What's matter?"

Usually the other party will not appear when answering a question, or will disappear after answering, but this time it stayed.

"Your Majesty, the three soul saints who went to capture the child last time..."

The black robe hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

"What's wrong?" The emperor said with some impatience in his tone.

Although Hei Po lowered his head and didn't see it, he could feel it, so he said without hesitation:

"Back to Your Majesty, one of the three Soul Saints who went to capture the child last time was unwilling to do so, so he wanted to try it again."

After listening, he seemed to be lost in thought. After a moment, the emperor chuckled lightly, looked at the black robe with twinkling eyes and said:

"What does this have to do with me?"

The black robe was stunned for a moment, but he soon understood, cupped his hands and said, "I understand!"

After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared.

After a while, the emperor slowly leaned back on the chair, with a faint smile on his lips:

"I heard that you recently returned to a village called Holy Soul Village."

"Alas~" he sighed, seeming a little sad: "It's really not the right time for you to go back..."

After speaking, a faint smile appeared on his face.

……

In the blink of an eye, another three days have passed, and everyone has almost had enough fun. Old Jack no longer needs a cane and can trot with his legs.

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