Douluo: I, Zhu Zhuqing, want to kill God!

Night enveloped the earth. After a day of classes, everyone in Qisha was a little tired. They took a shower and fell asleep in a hurry. Soon, the entire Qisha became quiet.

There are a total of fourteen people in the seven houses. The beds are placed on the left and right sides. The most eye-catching one is one of the beds that is completely isolated from the outside world, and a figure sitting cross-legged on the bed, emitting a bright blue light.

In the bed that was completely isolated from the outside world, Xiao Wu was sitting cross-legged on the bed like Tang San, but what appeared on her body was not blue, but a dazzling red, which was darker than blood, but deeper than ordinary red. a little.

The air became distorted, as if it was burned by high temperature. With a crisp sound, the red color suddenly increased like a phoenix spreading its wings to soar into the sky. The invisible wind blew up the thick bed curtains. The closed eyes slowly opened.

"Finally level [-]." Feeling the surging force in her body gradually calming down, Xiao Wu smiled with satisfaction, but out of the corner of her eye she saw an incredible look outside the bed curtain.

Twisting her neck, Xiao Wu stared at Tang San with her beautiful red eyes, tilting her head as if she was thinking about some very loose questions.

Putting on her shoes, Xiao Wu walked toward Tang San.

Being stared at by Xiao Wu with expectant eyes, Tang San couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously hid in the bed. He had a very bad feeling, and he always felt that he might be sad in the future.

"Hey, your name is Tang San, right?" Standing beside the bed, in order not to disturb the others who were already asleep, Xiao Wu didn't move her lips, but her voice came to Tang San's ears strangely.

Nodding, Tang San's uneasy feeling in his heart became even stronger.

"The way you look at me today seems to be very unwilling?" The corners of your mouth raised slightly. "I'll give you a chance. I won't use my soul skills or martial arts. Let's have a fight."

"Ah?" Tang San was stunned, thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement. He was very curious about the gap between him and a real spirit master.

Nordin Junior Soul Master Academy is a very large academy. There is a small square behind the dormitory building. This is where students usually fight. The night is dispersed by the lights, and Xiao Wu and Tang San stand opposite each other.

"Be careful." Tang San was born with full soul power, so he felt that he still had a certain chance of winning against Xiao Wu who didn't use martial souls or soul skills.

He was very fast and rushed in front of Xiao Wu in almost the blink of an eye.

"Too slow." A calm and sweet voice sounded in Tang San's ears.

"When!" His pupils trembled, and without any hesitation, Tang San directly waved his fist towards the place where the sound came from.

His fist didn't touch anything, but there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. The powerful force made Tang San's body retreat uncontrollably.

"So fast." Tang San covered his lower abdomen, took a breath of cold air, and waited until he felt better before standing up straight again.

Xiao Wu shook her head, feeling disappointed with Tang San's fighting reaction. "It's too slow. If that's all you have, then you can go back to sleep."

Tang San smiled bitterly, exhaled slowly, calmed down, his eyes were covered with a hazy purple color, and his body rushed out again, this time faster than the last time, but still too slow for Xiao Wu.

"Xuanyu hand!"

"Purple Demon Eye!"

"Ghosts and Shadows!"

"Control the crane and capture the dragon!"

The attacks all failed, and any fighting skills seemed to be useless on Xiao Wu. His physical strength was gradually exhausted. As the last attack failed, his abdomen suffered another painful blow. Tang San simply lay on the ground and looked at the night sky with a confused look on his face. force.

"Hey, you know so many fighting skills, and you're very proficient in them. Your talent is quite good." Xiao Wu kicked Tang San's arm, even though he couldn't touch her at all.

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched. He still had a trump card, but he suspected that his trump card might be of no use to Xiao Wu. Even the Purple Demon Eyes couldn't catch this speed, and there was no sound at all while moving. If he wanted to use it, It would probably be difficult to hit Xiao Wu with a hidden weapon.

He was very curious, how did this little girl of seven or eight years old do it, and was it related to her martial spirit?It seems that I have to ask the teacher tomorrow.

Secretly making up his mind, Tang San had just climbed up from the ground when he heard the roar of the fist wind, like the sound of thunder exploding. He turned around and saw that Xiao Wu's petite body was waving his fists and hitting again and again. On the Quiz Stone.

The constantly beating numbers on the test stone made the corners of Tang San's mouth twitch. He had experienced more blows this day than in his two lifetimes combined. He trembled violently. If this punch had hit him, he would probably be either disabled or disabled. Disabled for life.

"Drink!" The small fist suddenly erupted with a dazzling crimson light, and the data hitting the test stone reached its peak again. The three nines were already the highest that the test stone could display.

"Do you want to try it?" Xiao Wu stopped punching and waved to Tang San.

"I'll forget it." Tang San shook his head and refused.

"That's a pity." Xiao Wu didn't pay attention to Tang San's intention, and skipped ahead alone, with Tang San following behind and returning to the Seven Houses.

Pulling the bed curtain, Xiao Wu covered her mouth and whispered: "Nangong Jian, are you asleep?"

"No." A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Xiao Wu looked to her right. A man wearing a mask and blood-red clothes sat on the edge of the bed at some point.

"I'm level [-], are you happy?" Xiao Wu smiled and asked for credit, and stretched out his hand to Nangong Jian.

He didn't get an answer, but he got a response. The empty palm suddenly sank, and a fruit with an attractive color was placed in Xiao Wu's palm.

Licking her lips, Xiao Wu swallowed quietly, but instead of eating it directly, she put it into the storage soul guide.

He looked at Xiao Wu in surprise, as if he was meeting Xiao Wu for the first time. He looked up and down at Xiao Wu with strange eyes, as if he was wondering if his soul had been swapped.

Baring her teeth, Xiao Wu felt that she was offended, snorted coldly, lowered her voice deliberately and said: "What's that look in your eyes? This girl is called a food reserve. After I save more, I can satisfy my craving at any time, so I don't need you. This bad guy!"

After smiling, Nangong Jian's body turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Covering himself with the quilt, he tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. He stared at the top of the bed as if counting sheep. Finally, his eyes moved to his flat chest, where there was a gem pendant.

She seemed to have thought of something delicious, and swallowed quietly. With a slight movement of her mind, the fruit that she had just put away appeared again. Her fingers brushed the skin of the fruit, and it felt like touching a jade bead, ice and ice. It's cool and comfortable.

"I just want to look at it, not eat it."

"This girl just smells it, not eats it."

"If you don't eat it, it will expire tomorrow."