Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

Seeing Song Wuque looking at her strangely and not accepting the money, Zhu Zhuqing said embarrassedly.

"It's a little less, but that's all I have now."

After paying the registration fee, she only had 51 gold soul coins, 6 silver soul coins, and 9 bronze soul coins left.

She gave all her money to Song Wuque. If the college did not cover food and accommodation, she would live on the streets.

Zhu Zhuqing escaped from his family and didn't bring much money with him. Now his small coffers are at the bottom.

"I don't want your money." Song Wuque said, picking up the money bag and putting it back in her hand.

"Then what do you want?" Zhu Zhuqing asked subconsciously.

I want your man.

Song Wuque looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said, "I just want you to be well."

Just tease him directly.

"Yeah~"

How could Zhu Zhuqing withstand such a fancy beating? It was like a kitten stepping on its tail.

Her face turned red, she hurriedly dropped the money bag in her hand, and ran away through the door.

Seeing her running away in embarrassment, Song Wuque couldn't help but burst out laughing, thinking that although she was over-developed, she was still essentially a little girl with a very thin skin.

"Oh, your money." Song Wuque shouted, picked up the money bag on the table and followed him out, but Zhu Zhuqing could no longer be seen. He sighed to himself. He is indeed an agility and attack type soul master. He is so fast. .

Song Wuque put away the money bag, thinking that he would go to Shrek Academy another day to return it.

51 gold soul coins is not a small amount for him, it can be said to be an astronomical number.

In the past 16 years, he has never seen even a gold soul coin.

Zhu Zhuqing turned around while running and saw that Song Wuque did not follow him. He was relieved, but at the same time he felt a little empty in his heart and felt not as happy as before.

……

Zhu Zhuqing left, and Song Wuque closed the wooden door again, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to try to practice the immortal breathing method.

In fact, the first thing he did when he returned home was to practice this immortal breathing method, but Zhu Zhuqing's sudden appearance disrupted his rhythm.

Now that Zhu Zhuqing has left, of course he will start practicing.

Song Wuque closed his eyes and began to control the breathing frequency according to the breathing method imprinted in his mind.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

As his breathing changed, his heart beat faster. Song Wuque clearly felt that his body was heating up rapidly, and a faint red light appeared on the surface of his skin.

Soon, his exposed skin turned red like a soldering iron, and steam began to bubble from his pores.

The whole humanoid stove.

Every breath you take will temper your body.

With every heartbeat, the body is getting stronger.

All the cells in Song Wuque's body made a cheering sound, greedily absorbing every trace of vitality in the air.

Song Wuque's eyelids twitched, and an arc of electricity flashed across his eyelids.

My whole body is getting stronger.

Although his body temperature was very high at this time, Song Wuque himself felt very comfortable, like soaking in a hot spring, indescribably comfortable.

Song Wuque had a hunch that this immortal breathing technique was so unbelievable that if you practice it to a certain level, you can truly become immortal.

soon……

Song Wuque fell asleep comfortably.

I do not know how long it has been.

Song Wuque was shaken hard by Li Muzi.

"Brother Wu Que, wake up, wake up quickly."

"No~"

"What does it smell like? Why is it so smelly~"

The smell was extremely unpleasant, as if the smell of rotten flesh soaked in water filled the entire nasal cavity. Song Wuque's stomach turned and he almost suffocated.

In his daze, he even thought that the husky he had raised before had pooped on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw Li Muzi covering his nose with one hand and shaking him vigorously with the other.

"Brother Wu Que, what have you done? Your whole body stinks." Li Muzi said.

Uh, am I the one stinking?

Song Wuque, who was completely awake, also understood.

At this time, his whole body was sticky, and there was a thick layer of dirt on his skin. It was this dirt that exuded an unpleasant smell.

"..."

Song Wuque thought of the novels and movies and TV series he had read in his previous life.

If this isn't the marrow cleansing by the I Ching, what is it?

Isn’t this layer of sticky stuff on the surface of the body just discharged impurities?

Now, I have become a character in the play.

"Muzi, what time is it now?" Song Wuque stood up, looked at the oil lamp lighting up in the room, and asked Li Muzi.

"It's already evening. I came here to ask my brother to come over for dinner." Li Muzi said.

I actually slept for several hours.

This immortal breathing method makes it easy to sleep.

"Then I need to take a shower first. The smell is really bad. Grandpa Jason will probably kick me out if he smells this smell." Song Wuque said.

"Muzi, go ahead and come over after I take a shower."

Not to mention others, he himself couldn't bear the rotten smell, it was really disgusting.

"Okay." Li Muzi responded and left first.

Song Wuque rinsed it under the faucet four or five times before the unpleasant smell dissipated.

After changing his clothes, he jumped over the high wall and arrived at Li Muzi's home.

His wooden house is separated from Muzi's house by an earthen wall more than two meters high.

It is a bit difficult for ordinary people to climb over this height.

But for a combat-type soul master, it is very easy.

It was also the first time for Song Wuque to experience the feeling of a martial arts master, and he was very addicted.

It feels really good to be up there.

……