Angel of Douluo

The sky is gradually breaking, the pale blue sky is inlaid with a few remnant stars, and the earth is hazy, like a veil of silver-gray shrouds.

The night pearls on the dome glowed with soft fluorescence, and the entire dormitory was filled with a soft halo. Qiu Zhao did not get up immediately when she woke up from her sleep.She leaned on Jinzhi's soft bed, her black hair spread like clouds. Looking at Tang San's peaceful sleeping face, a smile flashed in Qiu Zhuo's eyes, and she reached out to brush his cheek, her beautiful face. There is a gentleness on the surface.

Qiu Zhuo rubbed Tang San's soft hair. It was soft, smooth and felt good to the touch.

"Hmm..." Tang San groaned, as if he was dissatisfied with Qiu Zhuo's actions.

Tang San was very sleepy. The excitement brought by last night's impact made him fall asleep deeply in the middle of the night.

"Xiao San, get up, we have to go out to play!" Qiu Zhuo said, "Get up quickly!" Qiu Zhuo pinched his cheek.

Tang San responded to Qiu Zhuo in a daze.

Qiu Zhuo saw that he was very sleepy, so she didn't wake him up again. After covering him with a quilt carefully, she got up and got out of bed.

Qiu Zhuo took the dress placed aside and put it on, then tied her hair into a beautiful bun before going to wash up.

After Qiu Zhuo washed up and had breakfast, he didn't see Tang San coming over. It seemed that he still hadn't woken up from his sleep. He had no choice but to wake up his little ancestor himself!

Qiu Zhuo entered the dormitory with breakfast, and saw the huddle on the bed. The person huddled under the quilt was moving around, looking at Tang San's body exposed because he couldn't breathe. The small face looks particularly attractive.

Qiu Zhuo put breakfast on the table nearby and rushed towards Tang San on the bed.

Tang San was dazed, still wandering around in his dream, when a sudden kiss took away all his concentration.

"Ah Zhuo...well..."

Tang San struggled slightly, but when he encountered Qiuzao, all his strength disappeared like a stone.

Both his hands and feet were tightly pressed by Qiuzao, and he couldn't break free at all.

Qiu Zhao pressed against him, their lips touched, and the tip of her tongue swept across his mouth, licking gently. Tang San closed his eyes, stopped resisting, and hugged her waist with his backhand, actively catering to her.

It took a long time for Qiu Zhuo to let him go, and the person kissing him pulled away slightly, with the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose, and there was a gentle and affectionate feeling between them.

"Okay, little fool, it's getting late. Get up and eat quickly. After dinner, I'll take you to Wuhun City for a walk." Qiu Zhao leaned over and kissed the boy next to him.

The tips of Tang San's ears suddenly felt hot, and his feet were stained with a hint of crimson, but he still showed a bit of a smile. "Okay, it's up to you." After saying that, he pushed Qiu Zhuo away from him and stood up to get dressed.

Qiu Zhuo, on the other hand, was lying on the bed looking at Tang San with a smile, her delicate brows and eyes revealing a tenderness.

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Wuhun City, Xicheng,

People are coming and going, and all kinds of people are walking through the bustling streets. Various shops and stalls are popping up one after another on the streets. This is the famous "morning market" in Wuhun City.

The morning market sells everything, but the most popular items are all kinds of food.

All the people living in Wuhun City are soul masters, but the nobles only account for less than one-tenth of the soul masters, and the rest are all civilian soul masters.Here, the status and treatment of civilian soul masters are much better than those of fighting martial souls in heaven, and they are all managed by the martial soul branch hall. Only the outstanding ones can enter the martial soul temple.

Wuhun City believes in strength, and the strong is respected. However, when everyone improves their strength, they will also sell some things they don't need in exchange for what they need with others, which is the so-called "barter for things." ." And this special trading method formed Wuhun City's unique "morning market."

They walked all the way and stopped in front of a small stall that sold various dried fish, ready to buy some to take back to Tang San as snacks. Tang San loved spicy dried fish.

Qiu Zhuo held Tang San's hand and stood in front of the stall, saying to the stall owner: "Boss, bring me ten portions of spicy dried fish. I want it to be extra spicy."

"Okay, wait a moment." The stall owner was a middle-aged man. He packed the dried fish neatly as he spoke.

Qiuzao's unpainted face was white and smooth, with a cold expression. The bright sunshine shone on her body, making her face even more delicate.

Qiu Zhuo shook Tang San's hand, her eyes sparkling and clear, "Xiao San, I tell you, their dried fish is the most delicious, you must try it later."

Tang San looked at Qiu Zhuo, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He saw that the girl in front of him was just a young girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Her skin was as beautiful as snow, her beauty was incomparable, her face was stunning, and she couldn't be stared at.She has long hair shawl and is dressed in white. Her hair is tied with a gold ribbon, which makes it shine even more brightly when reflected in the white snow.He would be amazed by Qiu Zhuo's appearance every time, but he would still be stunned every time.Only now did he realize that Qiu Zhuo's appearance was also a killer!

"Xiao San Xiao San... did you hear what I said?" Tang San recovered from Qiu Zhuo's voice. Looking at the girl in front of him, Tang San raised a fond smile and responded softly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

They continued shopping until they reached the west of Jinwu before returning home.

At night, the moonlight was hazy, like a layer of mist, falling on the deserted ground.The pale moonlight makes people feel desolate. Looking at the moonlight that is no longer like water, the gentleness of the thoughts passing through the mood spreads like fog, lingering for a long time, and finally drifts away in an impatient sigh...

They walked hand in hand in the deserted time, and the moonlight shone brightly, adding a touch of tenderness to them.