Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious

Bai Chenxiang's laughter was heard.

Oscar, who was lying on the ground in a very embarrassed state, immediately raised his eyes and looked up.

A bit of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The woman in black had a large blush on her face.

"Lord Hall Master, Sister Xiangxiang!"

Look clearly at the person in front of you.

The woman in black immediately held up the fine iron spear in her hand and gently stabbed Oscar.

"Asshole Oscar, let me go quickly, don't be rude, get out of here!"

"Ah! Feifei. Stop poking. My kidneys are going to be damaged. I'll get up right now."

When Oscar saw Ye Qiu, he quickly got up from the ground.

Looking at Ye Qiu, whom he had not seen for a long time.

He smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, Ye Qiu, long time no see."

"Ouch!"

Before Ye Qiu could respond, the woman next to him hit Oscar on the head with a spear.

Jiao shouted: "Oscar, don't be rude to the Lord of the Palace!"

Seeing Oscar enjoying himself, Ye Qiu burst into laughter.

Bai Chenxiang had never seen such a scene before, so she covered her mouth.

After cleaning up Oscar, the woman in black saluted Ye Qiu.

"Yang Feifei of the Medicine Hall has met the Lord of the Hall!"

She knew that the Lord of the Palace was powerful.

During the relocation, he just used an unknown soul skill to move the population and rituals of the three tribes here in just a few minutes.

And I heard from grandpa that even as a Contra, he might not be able to defeat the Palace Master.

He looked at Ye Qiu with a little admiration in his eyes.

When Oscar saw this scene, he suddenly became worried and stood in front of Yang Feifei.

He said warily: "Ye Qiu, you must not have any thoughts about my Feifei. This is the future wife I finally met."

Oscar has not forgotten that Ye Qiu's appearance of hugging him from left to right, embracing both young and old, was surprisingly charming, and he was not as charming as a backyard fire.

"Ah! Oscar, what are you talking about, you bastard?!"

Yang Feifei immediately exclaimed and choked Oscar from behind, locking Oscar's neck tightly.

Chao Yeqiu explained: "Master, please ignore this bastard. This is his character. He didn't mean to speak openly."

Oscar was in her arms, his face showed a bit of contentment, he squeezed back and then slowly turned into the color of pig liver.

I couldn't help it anymore and begged for mercy: "Ugh! Feifeifei, I'm going to die~"

"puff"

Bai Chenxiang covered her mouth and looked at Ye Qiu teasingly. She didn't expect that the white hair in front of her was so worried.

But thinking about the sisters in her own family, Bai Chenxiang could understand.

Ye Qiu's face showed a bit of embarrassment.

But he could still see the worry about Oscar in Yang Feifei's eyes.

He waved his hand and said, "Uh, Feifei, it's okay, Oscar and I are also friends."

"friend?!"

Yang Feifei was stunned for a moment, and then she understood a little bit when she thought that her palace master had a connection with the Qibao Glazed Sect.

He immediately pushed Oscar away, his face turned red, and he glared at him fiercely.

"Haha. Ye Qiu."

Oscar bent over and panted heavily, raised his head and said hello to Ye Qiu.

"Well, Oscar, we haven't seen each other for a long time. It seems that you have found your goal."

Ye Qiu took a brief look at Oscar's cultivation. Although he had made good progress, without the fairy grass, he was still a soul master like Yang Feifei in front of him.

"Hehe. I found it, I found it, thanks to the soul palace you built."

Oscar looked at Yang Feifei beside him, with a somewhat lewd smile on his face.

Yang Feifei glared at Oscar fiercely.

How many times have I told him, don’t look at yourself in such a vulgar way and just don’t change it!

"Sister Feifei, are you leaving home?"

Bai Chenxiang gently waved to Yang Feifei. They met at the gathering of the four tribes.

"Yes, Xiangxiang. Although staying here is a lot more lively, this comfortable life is not what I want. I want to go outside and have a try."

The anger on Yang Feifei's face dissipated slightly, and she looked at Bai Chenxiang who was leaning against Ye Qiu, but there was no reaction in her eyes.

She had heard this matter from her grandfather Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi also wanted her to go to Lanba Academy, but she refused.

life in the backyard

It will definitely be more boring than at home.

Oscar took advantage of the opportunity and said with a smile:

"Yes, that's it. Ye Qiu, aren't you the palace master? Why don't you help me persuade Feifei to take me with her to enter the soul master world."

"Asshole! Shut up!"

Yang Feifei became angry and stretched out her hand to twist the soft flesh of Oscar's waist.

"Ouch~!"

Oscar suddenly let out a miserable wail.

Ye Qiu shrugged in a funny way, spread his hands and said, "I have no right to arrange this."

Yang Feifei breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! You have small arms and legs, thin skin and tender flesh, and you are still a food-type soul master. What is there to do? Can't you practice hard with your innate soul power?!"

Oscar made a sad face and pulled her wrist, as if coquettishly.

"Feifei, I can practice better if I follow you. Otherwise, if you are not around, I won't even bother to practice."

"I don't want to talk to you!"

Yang Feifei shook off Oscar's hand and looked at Ye Qiu and the two.

"Lord Hall Master, what are you doing here?"

"No, Ye Qiu came here specially to go shopping with me."

Bai Chenxiang responded with a smile, and said with a chuckle: "Sister Feifei, would you like to come with us for a walk."

"No."

Yang Feifei shook her head.

"Master of the Palace, since there is nothing else, Feifei will leave first."

"Um."

Ye Qiu nodded slightly, looked at Oscar's eyes that looked like he was asking for help, and suggested: "If you go to practice, it's best to bring a partner with you, so that you can have someone to take care of you."

"Feifei will think about it carefully."

Yang Feifei bowed slightly, then quickly walked into the Soul Palace territory with the iron gun in hand.

"Hehe. Thank you Ye Qiu. Goodbye. I'm going to pursue my little Feifei!"

Oscar waved his hand and ran towards Yang Feifei.

Ye Qiu stopped him midway.

"Oscar, do you already have a choice?"

Oscar's steps paused slightly and he scratched his head helplessly.

He looked back and said seriously: "Ye Qiu, actually I want to ask you if I really become a god, where will I go? Can Feifei follow me?"

Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment and then told the truth: "The God of Cookery is only a second-level god and is not qualified to lead people up there."

"That's it, then I won't have any burden anymore."

Oscar showed some relief on his face.

There was a bit of remorse on his face.

"Oh! If I had known that, I wouldn't have bragged to Feifei about my ability to become a god. She would have ignored me and always forced me to practice."

"Haha. Ye Qiu, I still want to thank you for your position as the God of Cookery. I think I'd better forget it. My Feifei is better."