Douluo Super Saiyan Legend

"Yeah~" Ling Yuexu nodded shyly.

Pointing to a room not far from the door, he said, "That is the room that has been vacated for you..."

"You, you... just pack your bags and check in first."

"If anything happens, I will tell you." Ling Yuexiao gasped, and she suddenly felt that the air around her became very hot.

"Yes, Your Highness the Saint." Wukong nodded.

"Huh?" Ling Yuexu showed a dissatisfied expression, "What did you promise me just now?"

Wukong's face paused and he said awkwardly: "...Ling Yuexu..."

"Well, go ahead, go ahead." Ling Yuexu waved her hand and said with a sweet smile.

Wukong also turned around and left Ling Yuexu's main palace hall, walked in the long corridor with the illuminated soul guide, and opened the door of his own room.

After entering the room, Wukong held his forehead and smiled bitterly. He really didn't want to hang around here anymore.

This room is so well decorated that if outsiders see it, they will find it strange.

Lying on the soft big bed, Goku sorted out his thoughts. The top priority now was to find an opportunity to do Zamasu.

"It will be much easier to install smoke grenades at each connection point and hook the guy out alone."

Wukong squinted his eyes and carefully used the range-type armed color Haki to familiarize himself with the overall structure of the Holy Spirit Cult to facilitate his escape.

But at the moment when the range-type knowledge was opened, there was a knock on the door suddenly, and it seemed to be very urgent?

"Who?" Wukong asked.

"It's me!" The female voice like a bell outside the door remembered, and Wukong immediately realized it was Ling Yuexu.

After activating the teleportation, the body originally lying on the bed suddenly came to the door.

The moment he turned the handle and opened the door, a thick aroma floated into Wukong's room. Wukong felt a little hungry after smelling the aroma.

Compared with the evil aura around him, this aroma diluted some of Wukong's vomiting sensation.

"Holy... Ling Yuexu?" Wukong immediately corrected his title and said with some surprise.

The girl in the red dress in front of her was holding a black dinner plate with a bowl of steaming noodles on it.

Several slices of barbecued pork were piled unevenly on top of each other, and the egg cut from the center was surrounded by green vegetables. It was just a bowl of ordinary noodle soup.

But it smells really good.

"Um?"

The sharp-eyed Wukong discovered that Ling Yuexu's white jade hand was holding several red burn marks, which were still at the critical position of the tiger's mouth.

If the medicine is not applied as soon as possible, the wound will expand.

But Ling Yuexu in front of him really didn't feel anything. With a sweet smile, he handed the steaming noodle soup in his hand to Wukong.

Seeing this, Wukong took it without hesitation. At this moment, even if he didn't want to take it, he had to take it.

After it was in Wukong's hands, Ling Yuexu hurriedly took her hands back, hid them behind her back, and dodges her eyes, trying not to let Wukong notice.

He grinned and said with an awkward smile: "Hey, I'm hungry. You must be hungry."

"Fubuki, you haven't eaten anything since you set off this morning, so I just thought of getting you something."

As Wukong's gaze became more and more strange, Ling Yuexu's heart was pounding and she explained: "Hey, don't misunderstand me!"

"Everyone in the Holy Lady's Palace has eaten the food I made. I didn't make it for you alone. Don't think wrongly!"

"After eating, you are completely considered a member of my Holy Lady's Palace!"

Ling Yuexu ran out after saying a few words, seemingly still covering her face.

Wukong was left standing alone in the room, looking down at the steaming noodle soup in front of him, Wukong felt mixed emotions in his heart.

Using his soul power, he placed the dinner plate on the table, closed the door and sat on the chair, resting his face on his hands not knowing what he was thinking.

"Idiot...what a fool." Wukong lowered his face and muttered to himself.

Wukong naturally knew that the words Ling Yuexu said were false. How could the noble saint cook for the servants herself?

And when she came, Ling Yuexu had a maid by her side, but the way she felt...

There were also several burns on her hands. It was obvious at a glance that she did not cook often, and they were almost all in key and important positions.

It must be that I didn't know how to control the heat and put the spices in casually, which was how I got the fragrance at the beginning.

As for the taste...

It probably doesn't match this scent.

Turning his palm, Wukong took out Gu Yuena's silver scales from the soul guide. It was daytime here, and it should be night at Gu Yuena's place.

It is indeed not a good thing to disturb people at night, but it is also necessary.

"Gu Yuena?" Wukong used his spiritual power to probe in.

"Are you awake?" Wukong asked.

"Hmm~" A relaxed and lazy sound of sleeping sound came from the other end of the silver scale. Gu Yuena heard Wukong's call and got up and answered.

"Let me always be prepared..."

Wukong said coldly.

"Huh?!" Gu Yuena immediately became energetic after hearing Wukong's reply, and asked with some uncertainty: "Is it going to start so soon?"

During the two months of training, Wukong would video chat with Gu Yuena almost every night and anytime, and the two of them had grown a lot closer.

Gu Yuena also learned about Wukong's plan.

I just didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Hmm..." Wukong nodded.

"I understand, pay attention to safety." Gu Yuena took a deep breath, looked at Wukong in the silver bell with her purple eyes, and said with pity.

"Go to bed early, good night."

After Wukong left a word, he hung up on Yinlin. The aroma filled the air, and Wukong turned to look at the bowl of noodle soup.

He shook his head, brought the bowl over, and ate in big mouthfuls.

There is no need to describe the taste. How can this taste good for a girl who doesn’t cook often and doesn’t even know how to control the heat?

But Wukong finished it anyway.

"Alas~" Wukong sighed deeply and shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This Holy Spirit Cult sells people, slaughters all living beings, kills with bloodthirsty, and smuggles weapons. It cannot be left behind..."

"You and I will definitely not be friends anymore, but I accept your intention..."

If Ling Yuexu could be persuaded with good words, since she had never practiced with human blood and could turn back in time, Wukong would have spared her life.

But if you are stubborn, then you can only...

Sudden!

Wukong's eyes suddenly widened, he turned his head to look at the entrance to the Holy Lady's Palace, and raised an evil smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Here comes...Zamasu!"

…

Outside the Sainte's Palace...

Ling Yuexu was arguing angrily with a group of people.

The leader was Zamasu, who was wearing purple divine robes, with anger on his face and eyes that were about to burst into flames.

"Ling Yuexuo!" Zamasu roared.

"How shameless are you to let a man, or a lowly servant, live in your bedroom?!" Zamasu shouted angrily, almost madly.

As a time traveler, the woman he fell in love with was unexpectedly taken advantage of by a servant. Why wouldn't other colleagues laugh to death if word spread about this?

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