Chapter 461: The blooming red of lovesickness!
The next day.
Outside Lan Ba Academy, in a restaurant box.
The Shitlake Seven Devils sat together.
Looking at the waiter who kept serving the dishes, Xiao Huohuo asked Tang San with interest:
"Xiao San, why are you so generous today? You suddenly want to treat us to a meal?"
In response, Tang San smiled and responded for a while, and then explained after a while:
"It's like this, the Soul Master Competition is about to start, I invite everyone out for a big meal today, hoping that everyone can work hard in the competition and try to get a good ranking."
"Oh..."
The other six monsters did not doubt him.
The group of people gradually chatted, and they didn't feel anything wrong. Soon the topic turned to this Soul Master Competition.
Huo Yuhao: "The champion prize of this Soul Master Competition is soul bones, three ten thousand year soul bones and one hundred thousand year soul bone. I don't know what the Spirit Hall wants to do, to come up with such a big hand..."
Xiao Huohuo: "Alas, a hundred thousand year soul bone, I also want it. It's a pity that there are several strong teams from the Spirit Hall and the Dragon King Hall blocking the way, so soul bones and the like are out of our reach."
"..."
Listening to the pessimistic remarks of his teammates, Tang San's eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.
Soon, the dishes were served, and the Seven Monsters started eating.
Xiao Wu suddenly noticed a plate of fried onion and eggs on the table, and said to Tang San with a dissatisfied look:
"Brother San, don't you know that I hate onions the most? You served me such a dish, and I have no appetite at all."
"Ah..."
Hearing this, Tang San slapped his head, as if he had just reacted, and then said to Xiao Wu with an apologetic face: "I'm sorry, Xiao Wu. I accidentally ordered... Let's do this, we brothers will eat this plate of fried onion and eggs, and you can just ignore it. After all, we can't waste food."
Xiao Wu curled her lips and said nothing more.
Then, the Shitlake Seven Monsters picked up dishes and ate. Except for Xiao Wu, the six boys had no taboos about fried onion and eggs, so they would occasionally pick up one and put it in their mouths.
Tang San naturally picked up one, but he just held the fried onion and eggs in his mouth and spit it out secretly, but he didn't actually eat a single bite.
Afterwards, he looked at the five boys sitting around the dining table, his eyes dim, thinking:
Xiao Ao, Fatty, and Mu Bai... Don't blame me, I didn't want to do this either, if you want to blame someone, blame the Spirit Hall that has the way to death.
It's all because of the Spirit Hall!
That's right, Tang San specially ordered the dish of fried onions and eggs, and Tang San secretly put medicine in this dish, which is the powder ground from blood ginseng.
Because the blood ginseng is thousands of years old, the medicinal power is strong, so in the days to come, except for him and Xiao Wu, the strength of the five monsters of Shitlake will be rapidly improved, while their potential will decline rapidly, and their physical development will mature rapidly and even gradually become old...
Fortunately, soul masters benefit from the nourishment of soul power, and their physical development is fast. Tang San estimated that Xiao Huohuo and others would not appear too old in their appearance for at least a year and a half. As for maturity? This is not a strange thing in the world of soul masters, at most they suspect that they have not taken good care of themselves.
Thinking about it, Tang San's mind moved slightly, and he gradually thought of the more distant future.
He remembered that after the Soul Master Competition, the Shitlake Seven Devils seemed to have a five-year appointment, right?
Should he keep the appointment or participate in the agreement? The current Shitlake Seven Devils are definitely not as emotional as the original team in his previous life. And five years later, Huo Yuhao and the other four may have digested most of the blood ginseng medicinal power, and have obvious signs of aging.
Well, let's talk about it later...
As for Tang San's original plan for his team after ascending to the God Realm?
The world has become such a mess, what's the point of talking about team or not? It's not certain whether he can become a god as peacefully as in his previous life!
Therefore, Tang San sacrificed Dai Mubai and others in order to win the Soul Master Competition. He didn't feel much regret in his heart, just a little regretful.
As for the team, anyway, if he can achieve the dual gods of Sea God and Shura God in the future like in his previous life, he doesn't have to worry about not having gods to command him. The only difference is that he doesn't have confidants who can be trusted more.
...
Martial Soul City.
Wang Zhao and Bibi Dong entered the Pope's Palace one after another, dismissed the waiters, and closed the door.
The Pope's Palace was quiet for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became strange for some reason.
Bibi Dong turned her back to Wang Zhao, and her beautiful figure suddenly revealed a bit of loneliness. She turned back and smiled gently, and said with a complicated mood:
"Congratulations. I didn't expect that a little guy who was picked up by a butterfly at random has now become a strong man who is on par with the gods."
Wang Zhao was slightly startled, and then comforted her:
"Sister Dong'er, the suppression of the God Realm has disappeared, and you are only one step away from the hundredth level."
"Yeah."
Bibi Dong nodded slightly.
The scene fell into silence again.
Not long after, Wang Zhao couldn't help asking:
"Sister Dong'er, do you have anything to say?"
Bibi Dong looked at him dimly.
"Yeah, I'm going to go into seclusion."
"Oh."
"But before I go into seclusion..."
"Hmm?"
"I have a knot in my heart. If I can't resolve it, I feel like I can't get over that hurdle."
"What knot? Sister Dong'er, I will definitely do my best to help you resolve it."
"Really..."
A faint fragrance came.
Wang Zhao looked at Bibi Dong who suddenly approached, as if he thought of something, his eyes were dull and at a loss for a moment.
"Sister Dong'er, you..."
"well."
The beautiful woman sighed softly, her thoughts flooding in.
"Wang Zhao, how many years have we known each other?"
"Uh...15, 15 years."
"In the blink of an eye, you are 21 years old. But I am already old."
I was not born before you were born, but you are already old after you were born...
Wang Zhao heard what Bibi Dong was saying at this moment, and felt the passionate emotions between them that could no longer be suppressed. He secretly clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and decided to take the initiative.
"What is old? As long as we all become gods, no matter our age or identity... everything will become a cloud! Isn't it?!"
He said a little excitedly.
Bibi Dong looked at him deeply and suddenly felt her waist being hugged. Instead of resisting, she took a step forward and pressed against his body.
Her head rested gently on his broad chest, she lowered her head and whispered in a low voice:
"I never thought that one day I would fall in love with this little guy like you."
After saying this, the ring-shaped storage soul guide that Wang Zhao had given her earlier on Bibi Dongyu's hand shone with light, and a red and white magical flower flew out. The flowers are in full bloom, delicate and breathtakingly beautiful. There was a touch of blood on the flower, and no crows could be seen under the flower. It exuded a soft halo and fell on the faces of the beautiful couple...