Douluo: My Wuhun is actually myself

(It has nothing to do with this book. I’ll just make up the word count and revise it tomorrow. No need to read it)

"Douluo Continent? Isn't this where we live? Is this book a biography of the mainland?"

With doubts, Song Que began to read through it.

After watching for a few minutes.

"It seems that it is not a mainland biography, but more like a biography. The story is quite interesting. Is the Tang Sect here a hidden sect like the Haotian Sect? But the book says that the Tang Sect is famous for its poison and hidden weapons. , it sounds like he is not a decent person."

"Song Que, let's go out to eat."

Zhu Xiaoyun's voice sounded in the living room.

"Okay, here we come." Song Que responded, put down the book he had just read a few chapters, walked out of the bedroom, went to the living room, packed food for himself and his mother, and started eating together after Zhu Xiaoyun sat down.

After mother and son finished eating, Zhu Xiaoyun handed two lunch boxes to Song Que.

"You can bring the meal to your dad later."

Song Dong nodded: "Yes, I understand, Mom."

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Song Que walked back to the bedroom and put "Douluo Dalu" into his storage belt.

This belt is a rare soul storage device. It was a gift from Song Que's mother when he awakened his martial spirit at the age of six.

The belt is completely black with mysterious gold thread patterns on it. It looks very beautiful. The space inside reaches 30 cubic meters, which is astonishing. It is almost impossible to buy a storage soul guide with such a large capacity on the market.

I don’t know where Song’s mother got it.

After putting two lunch boxes into the soul guide, Song Que said goodbye to his mother, pushed the door open, and walked down the street to the coffin shop.

On the way, Song Que met an acquaintance.

"Brother Que, wait for me." A voice sounded from behind. A young man who was slightly shorter than Song Que but probably weighed twice as much as Song Que panted and followed Song Que.

The fat man has a domineering name, Zhu Xiaotian, which is completely contrary to his appearance. Song Que once envied his name.

Perhaps because of obesity, the fat man's eyes appear particularly small and his whole face looks round.

Song Que stopped, looked back at the fat man, and couldn't help but said speechlessly: "How many times have I told you that you should lose weight, but you just don't listen. Look at you, you are as tired as a dog after just a few steps. You don't look like a soul master no matter how you look at it, how can you fight in the future? I really admire you."

"Hehe, Brother Que, I'm not a combat soul master like you. I'm just an auxiliary soul master, the kind who can win easily. It'll be fine." Zhu Xiaotian smiled and didn't care.

Song Que stared at the fat man, looked at it from top to bottom, shook his head and said: "Fat man, you are wrong. The auxiliary soul master is not the kind who can win by lying down. On the contrary, the auxiliary soul master is a member of a team of soul masters. He is indispensable. It is no problem to say that he is the most important position in the team. If I were to participate in a team battle, I would find a way to kill the opponent's support first. You are just waiting. The dead fat pig that I beat so hard."

Zhu Xiaotian laughed and said: "Fortunately, brother Que is not my enemy, otherwise I would be in danger. Hehe, okay, okay, I will just lose weight."

"When did you not say that?"

Song Que slapped Zhu Xiaotian's shoulder hard, making a crisp sound, which made pedestrians on the road look sideways.

During the conversation, the two walked to the coffin shop. Song Que took out a lunch box and handed it to Ah Fu, and then walked towards his father with Ah Fu's smiling face.

"Dad, is that "Douluo Dalu" the new book you bought for me?" Song Que asked directly.

Song Yidaotou, who was polishing the coffin, raised his head blankly, shook his head and said, "No, maybe your mother bought it."

"..."

Well, it wasn’t my mom who bought it, and it wasn’t my dad who bought it, and there’s no fourth person in the family. Could it be that I’ve seen a ghost?What the hell?

Zhu Xiaotian on the side said curiously: "Brother Que, what is "Douluo Dalu"?"

"No, that's it."

Song Que took out the book directly from the soul guide and threw it to the fat man.

Zhu Xiaotian hurriedly took it, but he was confused after turning the first page.

"What's written here? Why can't I understand a word?" He turned over more than ten pages unwillingly, and it was still like a book from heaven.

"can't read?"

Song Que took the book back and opened it.No problem, it’s the most common word. Is there something wrong with the fat man’s eyes?

"Show me... uh, forget it." Song Yidao said.

"You really can't understand?" Song Que looked at the fat man and asked seriously again.

Zhu Xiaotian's fat head shook like a rattle.

Song Que glanced at Ah Fu, who immediately laughed and said, "Master, I can't read either."

"..."

Song Que threw the book back into the soul guide again, already filled with doubts in his heart.

When he returns to school, he will find some classmates to test, Song Que thought.

There must be something wrong with this book.

The two returned to Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy.

The first thing Song Que did was to verify the doubts in his heart.

He took the book to a few of his close classmates, who all shook their heads, saying that they had no idea what the talisman was.

This also led to the fact that Song Que didn't listen to the next lesson at all.

This was something very unbelievable to Song Que.

Song Que was one of the rare geniuses of Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. He listened carefully in class and was the top student in the whole grade in terms of practical ability.

A distracted academic is very abnormal.

For most of the day, Song Que kept thinking about this question: Where did this book come from?

The teaching method at Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy is simple and crude. There are 2 hours of practical simulation in the morning, 3 hours of knowledge teaching in the afternoon and a summary of the gains and losses of the morning practical simulation. Free arrangements in the evening, with a high degree of freedom.

After surviving the three-hour knowledge class in the afternoon, when the teacher confirmed that school was over, Song Que quickly packed up his belongings and left the school in a hurry. He didn't even go to the coffin shop. He went home directly, locked himself in the bedroom, took out his books, I observed it several times, but couldn't find anything strange about it.

It's obviously just like other books.

But why could no one else understand the content of the book except himself, and why did he suddenly appear in his room.

Be puzzled.

This can be said to be the weirdest thing Song Que has encountered in the past 14 years.

Perhaps clues can be found in the text?

After much thought, Song Que decided to start with the text and finish the book as quickly as possible.

Song Que always said what he said and did what he said. He also had extraordinary perseverance and was willing to do what he said.

Song Que held "Douluo Continent" and was furious for a week.

"This book is so real. The Soto City described in it is almost exactly the same as the Soto City where I live, and the layout of the continent is also the same. There are the Tiandou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Spirit Hall. I didn't expect this. The Wuhun Palace later established the Wuhun Empire, but the ending was too tragic."

"The protagonist Tang San is a double standard. I had a good impression of him in the early stage. I didn't expect that later on, he would act like a villain. He is a hypocrite. He speaks so righteously every time. It's really disgusting. He is just a winner and a loser. That’s all.”

"Are you, Tang San, the one who has the final say about good and evil? It is natural and right for human soul masters to hunt soul beasts to obtain soul rings. It is unforgivable for Bibi Dong to hunt 10-year-old soul beasts. Your killing is just and right. If nothing else, Even if you kill people, I haven't seen you kill less than her. You are truly worthy of it."

"What other sea gods and Shura gods are leaving their burdens and running away to find successors in the lower world? What's the matter? It's too outrageous."

"Yu Xiaogang is not a good guy, he is a complete hypocrite. Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, and even Tang San have become his tools. Such a scheme is really not simple..."

"In the whole book, the most pitiable character is Qian Renxue. Her life is summed up in tragic words. She is such a pitiful woman, ugh."

"I don't know who compiled the book, which makes people love and hate it."

"That sentence is correct. Art originates from life but is higher than life. This book explains this truth very well. How can there be such a wonderful life in real life?"

After some complaints and summary, Song Que had turned the novel to the last page and gently closed the book.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in his mind.

"Ding, read the entire Douluo Dalu, the task is completed, and the super gift packages will start to be distributed."

"Ding, you have received a big gift package, do you want to open it?"

The sound was so sudden that Song Que, who was still immersed in the plot, suddenly woke up and looked around the bedroom for the source of the sound.

But in the end there was no gain and he was alone in the bedroom.

For a moment, Song Que thought he was hallucinating.

"Would you like to open the super gift package?" The voice rang in my mind again.

This time Song Que jumped up from the chair, the air shook slightly, and two yellow soul rings appeared under his feet, rising slowly and rhythmically surrounding his body.

A five-inch long dagger was held in his hand, and in an instant, Song Que entered a state of preparation for war.

"Who? Get out of here."

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