Douluo: Golden Cudgel in the left hand and Pangu Ax in the right hand

Flanders, who was ordered to be kicked out by Mo Lang, came to Zhao Wuji's residence.

"I love bathing and my skin feels good."

As soon as he arrived at the door, Flanders heard Zao Wuji singing while taking a bath. His rough voice was as ugly as a drake's voice.

"Stop singing. Others cost money to sing, but your singing costs money." Flanders said, slapping the door of Zao Wou-Ki's room.

Wow!

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened, and a basin of water as black as ink was poured directly on Flanders.

"Hey, isn't this Flanders? Why do you have time to come to my place?"

Zhao Wuji wrapped himself in a bath towel and pretended to look at Flanders, who had been splashed with bath water.

"Zhao Wuji, are you fucking crazy?! How dare you throw bath water on your boss? Ugh!"

As Flanders spoke, he was nauseated by the bath water that smelled like a sewer.

"Boss? My boss is Dean Mo now, who are you?" Zhao Wuji obviously still resented Flanders' previous shameless behavior.

"You! If I don't deal with you properly today, I won't call you Flanders!"

Flanders became so angry that he rushed towards Zhao Wuji regardless of the stench on his body.

Although he is a dignified level 78 Soul Sage, he is only two levels higher than Zhao Wuji, but the level of Soul Master is around the back, and the gap is bigger with each level. Especially after reaching the Titled Douluo level, it is difficult to reach the sky with each level up.

"Come just come, no one is afraid of whom!"

Who would have thought that Zhao Wuji was not as good as Flanders at all, and the fluctuations in his soul power were on par with Flanders.

"When did you break through again?!"

Seeing that the soul power fluctuations on Zhao Wuji's body were the same as his own, Flanders stopped and showed a look of surprise.

"Haha, this is all thanks to my new big brother's ten punches, which not only strengthened my physical body, but also cured the hidden diseases caused by my previous injuries, making my soul power flow more smoothly, so I jumped two levels in a row!"

Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and had no intention of starting a fight with Flender.

It's not that he cares about his old relationship, but he just took a shower, and Flanders was stinking, otherwise he would also like to see how strong he is now.

"Really?! After a beating, it was able to cure your previous secret disease and allow you to break through?!"

Flanders couldn't believe it. There were such weird things in this world?

"If you don't believe me, pull me over. After the pain in my body disappears, I'll go find the boss and give me a few strokes."

When Zhao Wuji thought that he could break through with just one beating, he couldn't help but want to ask Mo Lang to give him another beating.

If it hurts, it hurts a little. It will allow you to break through to the Contra realm earlier, and you can accept no matter how many beatings you take.

"Farewell."

Seeing that Zhao Wuji didn't want to lie, Flender immediately said goodbye and left.

I am at the seventy-eighth level of Soul Saint. If I advance two more levels, I will be a Soul Douluo!

Although Soul Saint is powerful, compared to Contra, he is just his younger brother.

It seems that there is only one difference between the blessing of a soul ring and one more soul skill, but in fact it is a world of difference!

…

Looking at Mo Lang sleeping soundly in his arms, Xiao Wu suddenly remembered something and her eyes were full of uneasiness.

Because only she knows this secret.

She didn't even say it to Mo Lang, not because she didn't want to say it, but because she didn't find a chance to say it.

More importantly, she didn't want to be separated from Mo Lang because of her identity. This was the most unacceptable outcome for her.

Because she was used to having him in everything.

But the secret that he is a soul beast can be seen through by a Soul Douluo. Just now, Mo Lang exploded with the strength of a titled Douluo. Doesn't that mean that he has already seen through his identity?

Then how should I face him in the future?

"Xiao Wu, no matter what happens, don't leave me, okay?"

At this time, Mo Lang suddenly said something in his sleep, and then hugged Xiao Wu tighter. Tears also appeared in the corners of his eyes, as if he had dreamed of something bad.

Because only Old Jack knew that Mo Lang, who seemed carefree, was actually very delicate at heart.

Having had no parents for two lifetimes, he cares about every hard-won relationship more than anyone else.

Especially in the past six years of getting along with Xiao Wu, although nothing more than friendship has happened between them, he is actually more dependent on each other than Xiao Wu.

Listening to Mo Lang's sudden confession, although Xiao Wu knew that the other party was talking in his sleep, when she saw the tears in the corners of Mo Lang's eyes, she felt as if her heartstrings were being plucked, and her heart suddenly started beating.

At the same time, her overwhelmed mood changed from uneasiness to sweetness and happiness. At this moment, she finally understood that she had fallen deeply in love with him.

She looked at Mo Lang affectionately, gently wiped the tears from his eyes, and said tenderly: "Don't worry, A Lang, unless you don't want to, I will never leave you."

Yes.

At this moment, she made up her mind and decided to wait for Mo Lang to wake up and tell him her true identity.

Whatever the outcome, she accepts it.

…

afternoon.

A lot of people had gathered at Mo Lang's door.

But Mo Lang didn't wake up, and they didn't dare to disturb him.

Therefore, Tang San, who was guarding the door, was pulled and asked various questions.

But Tang San didn't know much, let alone talk about it, which made Flanders Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai and others, including the future Shrek Seven Monsters, become more and more curious about Mo Lang.

How did a titled Douluo who was less than fifteen years old cultivate?

Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, no one can do this.

The previous youngest Titled Douluo, Tang San's father, became a Titled Douluo when he was in his forties. Compared to Mo Lang, who was a Titled Douluo at thirteen and a half years old, there was a thirty-year age difference!

This is enough to show that Mo Lang's level of perversion is unprecedented!

Squeak.

At this time, the door opened, and Mo Lang and Xiao Wu walked out of the room.

"Your Majesty, you finally woke up. Are you okay?"

As soon as Mo Lang appeared, Flanders asked with a flattering look.

"It's okay, where is the kitchen? Xiao Wu is hungry, I'll prepare dinner." Mo Lang shook his head and focused on Tang San: "Xiao San, go buy some ingredients. Since they are all here, buy more. "

"Okay, Brother Lang."

As soon as he heard that Brother Lang was going to cook in person again, Tang San's eyes lit up and he immediately ran towards Soto City.

He knows Brother Lang's craftsmanship.

"Boss, as your majesty, with such a distinguished status, how can you cook in person? We have chefs here." Zhao Wuji said immediately when he saw this.

"Hmph, how can your chef compare to A Lang's skills? The food he cooks is the most delicious in Douluo Continent!" Xiao Wu said proudly, holding Mo Lang's arm.

"Since we have the pleasure of eating food cooked by Your Majesty yourself, it is also an honor for us." Seeing Xiao Wu say this, Flanders couldn't refuse.

He even made up his mind in his mind that no matter how unpalatable it is, he would give it a thumbs up.

"Well, Your Majesty, before that, I have a merciless request." Flanders said a little shyly: "Your Majesty, can you beat me once?"

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