The original god of Douluo mainland

In the evening, Shao Xin and other teachers were busy in the kitchen. Knowing that Zhong Yan had invested 3 gold soul coins in Shrek with a wave of his hand, Flender generously asked the teacher to buy a pig from a villager's house on a rare occasion.

"Dean, when will they come back?" Xiao Wu kept shaking Flender

"My little ancestor, stop shaking, hurry up, they will be back soon." Flender shook his head and said helplessly.

Xiao Wu withdrew her hands, hugged her chest, turned her head aside and said, "You said the same thing an hour ago, hmph."

"You asked the same question an hour ago."

"Me!" Xiao Wu's eyes widened. He never thought that Flender would prevaricate her like this.

Zhong Yan shook his head lightly, 【Flender's shameless skill, there are few people in Douluo Continent who are better than him, Xiao Wu, you are still too young. 】

etc?How did the tens of thousands of years before Xiao Wu took form?Is this IQ really a 10-year soul beast?

At this moment, the door of the cafeteria was suddenly pushed open, and a fat man covered in red jumped in, closed his eyes, and sniffed hard.

"It smells so good. I can smell the smell of meat from far away. Mr. Shao, did the dean go out again? Hehehe, serve me some food."

After Ma Hongjun finished speaking, he slowly opened his eyes with an expression of enjoyment, but what he never expected was that the first thing he saw after opening his eyes was not the meat he was thinking about, but...

"The courtyard...the courtyard...the dean?!"

Flender's face darkened, "Okay, you fat man, you just want me to go out, don't you?"

Immediately afterwards, Tang San and the others also came in, Ma Hongjun seemed to see a savior, and hurriedly ran behind Tang San, "Third brother, help me, Sa Rilang!"

Tang San smiled, and was about to say something when a beautiful figure suddenly rushed over, kicked Ma Hongjun away and threw himself into his arms.

"elder brother--"

With trembling hands, Tang San slowly hugged Xiao Wu's slender waist.

"Xiao...Xiao Wu, is that you, is it really you?"

The person in her arms, with her childish pink and tender face, her extraordinarily slender and tight legs, her small but elastic waist and her scorpion braid hanging down to the ground, is not right. Is it Xiao Wu?

Regardless of the fact that other people were still present, Xiao Wu jumped into Tang San's arms, her two slender thighs were habitually wrapped around Tang San's waist, hugging him tightly, her pink face buried At the socket of Tang San's shoulders, the shoulders twitched violently, and the circles of his eyes suddenly turned a little red.

The rest of Shrek didn't want to go up and disturb the two of them. Although they were very happy that Xiao Wu came back, they were also a little strange. How did she come back?

The others started from Tang San and slowly looked towards the busy teacher over there, and finally found the person sitting at the dining table.

Zhong Yan found that they had noticed him, so he raised a hand to say hello, "Hey."

... I am a dividing line between cute and unloved...

Dinner table

"Thank you, Ayan."

"It's okay, what's the relationship between us?" Zhong Yan smacked his lips. For some reason, two Ultramans appeared in his mind when he heard this.

[Why do you sound so strange to me?In the previous life, I was completely misled by those sand sculpture netizens]

"I'll take care of Xiao Wu's matter for you. As long as you don't kill yourself, there should be no problem."

"Death? What do you mean?"

"Just stay away from that Titled Douluo of the Lan Dian Tyrannosaurus family."

"why?"

"I use Fulongcao, you know."

"I understand"

[The aura of the 10-year-old soul beast on Xiao Wu's body is covered by the Fulongcao, so other people can't see anything wrong, but it is still possible to see it in front of a high-level dragon-type martial soul. 】

The master muttered at the side, muttering "Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex..." He felt very uncomfortable

Suddenly the master felt a pat on the shoulder, and turned around to see that it was his good brother, Flender.

"I'm ok."

Speaking of Fulongcao, Xiao Wu took out the jade box

"Brother—this is given to you by Ah Yan."

Tang San took the box, he had already guessed what was inside, but he didn't know if it was suitable for him

"This is, looking forward to wearing autumn dew!" Tang San was ecstatic

"Ayan, how do you know?" Tang San was a little suspicious, after all, it was related to the foundation of his life

"I've guessed your eyes a long time ago, they turn purple when you fight."

【In case I come up with Sharingan to see who is more NB that day】

"Thank you, Ah..."

Zhong Yan quickly stretched out his hand, "Stop, don't say that." After all, his mind is full of two Ultramen, which sounds strange.

At this time, Flender suddenly spoke

"Ahem, stop and listen to me."

And on the side, "Bajibaji..."

Flender walked over and slapped the fat man on the head, and Ma Hongjun's face fell directly into the rice bowl.

"I said stop, don't you understand?"

"Ahem" Flender adjusted his expression slightly and said, "This is His Royal Highness Son of the Spirit Hall, this time he came to our Shrek not only to send Xiao Wu back, but also to invest in us in his own name." I paid [-] gold soul coins, you have to thank him for having meat for today's meal."

"Of course, I also have a small request, that is, His Royal Highness wants to see your strength, so tomorrow. I arranged for you to have a soul fight with His Royal Highness."

After Flender finished speaking slowly, he found Tang San and Xiao Wu looking at him with ghostly expressions on their faces.

As for the others, Tang San didn't say a word about that day, they didn't know at all who wrote that huge star meteor.

As for Xiao Wu, she had seen Zhong Yan's strength to strike with all his strength. When the sky star fell, those golden eyes and contempt for everything were still deeply engraved in her heart.

A lozenge looms in the golden eyes, as if a bottomless abyss sucks you into it, but it pierces into your heart like a sharp sword!

PS: Qundijun's retirement plan

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There are very few people in the group, alas.I'm probably really a street writer, I can't fall asleep anyway, I sit up and look out the window quietly, this sadness is unreasonable.Looking sadly at the two keyboards in front of the computer, one is mine and the other is also mine...