Douluo: I became the white moonlight

On the way back to Shrek, Nangong Mingyue held an umbrella and walked slowly.

Her expression was strange because she didn't understand what Tang Hao meant.How could Tang Hao be so proactive?Is it true, as he said, that he doesn't want to owe her?

Or rather, there is another deeper meaning...

As for her increased strength, Tang Hao didn't ask much. After all, everyone has their own secrets.

After thinking about it, Nangong Mingyue found herself standing at the door of Shrek Academy.The road today seems a little short, I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

As soon as she entered the school gate, Nangong Mingyue was stunned for a moment because she found Yu Xiaogang dancing under the eaves!

Yes, he is a master of dancing!

I saw Yu Xiaogang dancing and jumping around, muttering something in his mouth, and his expression was a little indifferent.

"Ah...um! Hey hey hey!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang jumping more and more vigorously, Nangong Mingyue couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth and said immediately:

"Young Master Yu."

But Yu Xiaogang ignored her and was still a self-centered dance master. He seemed to be addicted to it.

Suddenly, Nangong Mingyue's face turned cold.

"Who did it?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, there are not many people as smart as Miss Nangong in this world."

Hearing the sound coming from behind, Nangong Mingyue turned around suddenly when she heard that the snow sword was in her hand instantly.

She saw a blond man wearing a golden mask, holding an umbrella and standing about 20 meters away from her.

She looked at him, and he looked at her.

Nangong Mingyue's expression remained unchanged, and she immediately used the detector in her mind:

Name: Fortune teller (male)

Race: human

Martial Soul: Nightmare

Rating: 94

Combat Strength: 945

Experience Points: 20/100

Comprehensive evaluation: Risk level A+.

Titled Douluo? !

Nangong Mingyue's heart skipped a beat, how could he be a titled Douluo?Are all titled Douluo so worthless now?She met two of them alone.

"Who are you?" Nangong Mingyue asked deliberately.

The fortune teller raised his lips and walked a little closer. When he was only about 10 meters away, the fortune teller stopped and immediately made an elegant aristocratic salute.

The fortune teller smiled softly and said: "I am the fortune teller, dear Miss Mingyue."

Nangong Mingyue had a guess in her mind, "Do we know each other?"

"I don't know, but the king said that if you see this thing, you may remember it." The fortune teller said, and with a wave of his hand, something appeared in his hand.

Nangong Mingyue narrowed her eyes slightly and discovered that it was actually a braised donut.

At this point, if she can't guess the identity of the fortune teller, she can kill her with a piece of tofu.

"Yueluo asked you to come?"

"Yes."

"You are the third ace killer of the Bounty Pavilion, right? What did you do to Yu Xiaogang?" Nangong Mingyue asked curiously.

Yu Xiaogang and Yue Luo had no grievances. She didn't understand why Yue Luo asked the fortune teller to deal with Yu Xiaogang. It couldn't be because he didn't like him, right?

The fortune teller said: "The king said that this man is too close to you, but I'm afraid you won't be happy if I kill him, so he asked me to teach him a lesson."

Nangong Mingyue sneered, "Aren't you afraid of causing trouble for the Bounty Pavilion?"

"Miss Mingyue, does she mean the titled Douluo in the dark? Oh, don't worry, he's not here." The fortune teller smiled faintly and said:

"Even if he is here, it doesn't actually matter."

Hearing this, Nangong Mingyue raised her eyebrows, "What have you done?"

The fortune teller shrugged and replied:

"I didn't do anything, just let the people in this college have a good sleep, because I was afraid they would disturb me. As for Yu Xiaogang, I prepared a gift for him, I guess he likes it very much.

Hi!Look, he is so happy. I have never seen him so happy. It would make me proud if I could keep watching. "

Nangong Mingyue asked again: "What specifically did you do to Yu Xiaogang?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Miss Mingyue, I can't tell you." The fortune teller said apologetically:

"hold on."

"What are you waiting for?" Nangong Mingyue looked confused.

"When he makes a choice, I believe it will be something he will never forget for the rest of his life." The fortune teller said with a smile and a very relaxed tone.

Nangong Mingyue fell silent. The fortune teller's martial spirit was a nightmare, so according to her guess, the other party's methods were probably related to dreams.

Coupled with Yu Xiaogang's unusual behavior, this further confirmed her idea.

She didn't even think about stopping the fortune teller.

First: She can’t beat him.

Second: She is happy to see Yu Xiaogang suffer torture, as long as he can't die anyway.

On the other side, in the secret room.

If you ask Yu Xiaogang how he feels now, it can only be said that life is worse than death. He has really experienced a sea of ​​​​fire.

"Ah..." Yu Xiaogang was out of breath and in extremely bad condition.

The heat on his forehead never stopped, sliding down his cheeks to the floor, as if he peed his pants.

He began to panic, he felt like he was about to be steamed.

"Huh...huh!" Yu Xiaogang looked at the red button many times, but he never had the courage to press it.

How to do?How to do?

Do you really want to cut off an arm today?

"Ha...huh...I can't stand it anymore..."

A few more minutes passed, and Yu Xiaogang began to lose consciousness. He felt that he was about to lose control of his body.

Gradually, his fingers began to explore the red button. He felt that he was going crazy, but this was the only sanity he had left at the moment.

Close... very close.

Outside the dream, seeing Yu Xiaogang's situation getting worse and worse, Nangong Mingyue was really worried.

Yu Xiaogang no longer dances, but just kneels on the ground with his head lowered and murmurs to himself.

Nangong Mingyue was worried that the fortune teller had really played him to death, so she took the initiative and said, "Is that enough?"

The fortune teller stood side by side with Nangong Mingyue and asked:

"Is it enough?"

"I think you have successfully completed the task given to you by Yue Luo, and you have done it very well." Nangong Mingyue said sincerely.

Although she didn't know what Yu Xiaogang had gone through specifically, looking at his performance, it was as if he had gone through a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

Hearing this, the fortune teller smiled lightly and said, "Is it just outstanding? It's not enough."

Nangong Mingyue looked at him sideways and said doubtfully:

"not enough?"

Suddenly, the fortune teller's tone became excited, showing an almost sick look, and he said quickly:

"It's not enough! Of course it's not enough! Excellence is far from enough, only perfection, yes! Only perfection...is acceptable!!"

Nangong Mingyue narrowed her eyes and suddenly felt that this person was not normal, at least not mentally normal.

The fortune teller considers himself an excellent artist. Perhaps the pursuit of perfection is what he calls art?

And this kind of people are often very extreme and are referred to as "crazy critics".

"In your heart, what does perfection mean?"

"what!"

Without waiting for the fortune teller to answer, Yu Xiaogang suddenly screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and then fell unconscious.

The fortune teller said: "Without a curtain call ceremony, it would not be perfect for me."

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