Douluo: This soul master is too strange

A few hours later, the night was getting late.

For Mu Yang, who is a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, it is not a big deal to go without sleep for a long time without a high-intensity battle.

Therefore, Mu Yang planned to keep his head off the pillow before condensing the third soul core. He would practice "Sun Body Refining" during the day and exercise his soul power control ability at night, so as to condense the third soul core as soon as possible.

However, reality is often different from what was planned. Just when Mu Yang was about to explode overnight, an accident occurred.

"Muyang, it's so late, why don't you rest?"

Shui Bing'er's voice reached the ears of Mu Yang, who was exercising his soul control ability on the balcony.

Looking around, Mu Yang saw Shui Binger, wearing a water-blue nightgown, standing in the courtyard downstairs.

Since they were not yet married, Huo Lie and other elders were afraid of the negative impact, so they did not let Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er live together.

Jumping off the balcony, Mu Yang stretched out his hand to hug his girlfriend into his arms, sniffing the fragrance in her hair, and said: "I'm going to condense the third soul core as soon as possible. I haven't slept recently, Bing'er, please sleep tonight Don’t want to?”

"Uh~, ah, yes, I can't sleep a little bit."

Being held in Mu Yang's arms and feeling the masculine aura, 'Shui Bing'er' suddenly trembled, even speaking seemed a little awkward.

"Huh? It won't be cold tonight, right?"

Seeing his girlfriend trembling in his arms, Mu Yang was a little confused.

Could it be that he is shy?

This is impossible. They have been lovers for almost ten years. Hugging each other is nothing at all. If Shui Bing'er hadn't said not to push the envelope before the wedding, Mu Yang would not have forced it. Otherwise, she would have been executed on the spot. .

‘Well, it seems that the wedding has to be put on the agenda. ’

Mu Yang thought to himself.

'Shui Bing'er' tightened the collar of her pajamas and said, "I just took a shower and feel a little cold. Let's go back to the house first."

Mu Yang: "???"

cold?

You're probably kidding! As an eight-ring ice soul Douluo, let alone now, you won't feel cold even on a snowy day in the twelfth lunar month of winter, right?

But Mu Yang didn't care. Since his girlfriend said she wanted to go back to the house, he naturally wouldn't object.

Practice?

You have a sweet-smelling girlfriend in your arms, why are you still practicing? ! Anyway, it doesn’t matter if I’m delayed for one night.

Returning to the bedroom, leaning on the bedside, Mu Yang hugged his girlfriend and whispered sweet words between lovers.

Although he has a relatively straightforward personality, he is not stupid, and he does not say anything that would kill the scenery.

After a long time, Xu felt that it was almost done, and 'Shui Bing'er' said: "Mu Yang, I see that you have been busy practicing recently, you must be tired, right? Let me give you a squeeze on your shoulders."

With that said, 'Shui Bing'er' pulled the pillow and made Mu Yang lie face down. She sat on Mu Yang and pinched his shoulders.

‘What’s going on? ’

Feeling the gravity on his back and the force coming from his shoulders, Mu Yang couldn't help but look back at his girlfriend in surprise.

Although this massage technique seemed very jerky and not a pleasant experience at all, Mu Yang could tell that she had put a lot of effort into it.

‘It’s strange, Bing’er is usually gentle, but she’s not gentle like this, right? ’

Mu Yang thought secretly in confusion.

At this moment, 'Shui Bing'er' leaned down, pressed against Mu Yang's back, and whispered in his ear: "Mu Yang, how do you feel? Is my technique okay?"

"!!!"

Feeling the softness on his back, Mu Yang's eyes widened, but in shock, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Got it, he finally understood it now.

Massage or whatever, those are just excuses. This is because my girlfriend wants to turn into a big bad wolf tonight and eat up his little white sheep!

Early the next morning, the sun shone through the screen window into the bedroom.

Mu Yang woke up from his sleep with a sense of itching discomfort. Opening his eyes, Mu Yang saw his girlfriend grabbing a bunch of ice-blue hair and gently stroking it on the tip of her nose.

"Why don't you sleep more?"

Mu Yang grabbed the mischievous little hand of 'Shui Bing'er' and glanced at the soul guide timer hanging on the wall, Mu Yang expressed concern.

Due to his excessive physical fitness, Mu Yang couldn't control it, and suffered a lot from 'Shui Bing'er' who had her first menstruation last night. She only slept for four or five hours now.

"I'm hungry~"

'Shui Bing'er' said with a pout.

"What do you want to eat?"

Mu Yang kissed her on the forehead and asked.

"I want to eat you!"

Saying that, 'Shui Bing'er' licked the corner of her mouth, turned over and sat on Mu Yang.

"Uh~, are you coming again?"

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

Didn't you see it? Is Bing'er so astringent?

'Shui Bing'er' curled her lips: "Why, you can't do it anymore?"

Okay, let's use the provoking method.

It was bearable, but it was unbearable. Mu Yang made up his mind to let her see how powerful she was again and see who was the loser!

With the soul bone skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg soul bone: wildfire can't burn it out, and the spring breeze blows it in his hand, Mu Yang is not afraid of really torturing her.

More than an hour later, Mu Yang went to the college cafeteria to buy breakfast. After washing up, the two of them had breakfast in the restaurant downstairs.

"Come on, Bing'er~"

After scooping a spoonful of meat porridge, Mu Yang thoughtfully fed 'Shui Bing'er' sitting in his arms.

You take a bite, I take a bite, feeding each other, and the two of them feel that what can only be regarded as a passable breakfast on weekdays is simply a delicacy in the world.

Just as the two of them were eating breakfast in a trance, a blue-haired figure holding breakfast in her hand came to Mu Yang's residence.

"Squeak--"

Pushing open the door of the living room, Shui Bing'er walked in.

In the restaurant, Mu Yang, who was feeding breakfast to his girlfriend, noticed the sound of the door of the living room opening and turned his head to look.

"??? Bing'er?"

Seeing that it was Shui Bing'er who pushed the door in, Mu Yang was dumbfounded.

Of course, Mu Yang was not the only one who was dumbfounded. When Shui Bing'er saw the figure in Mu Yang's arms, she was also dumbfounded.

What's going on? Another me?

Coming back to his senses, Mu Yang looked at Shui Bing'er at the door of the living room, and then looked at Shui Bing'er sitting in his arms, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

There is no doubt that there is only one Shui Bing'er.

The question is, is the Shui Bing'er at the door of the living room real, or is the Shui Bing'er sitting in his arms real?

Recalling the madness of Shui Bing'er in his arms last night, Mu Yang had a bad premonition in his heart.

Perhaps, the one at the door is the real one, and the one in his arms is fake?

A new question arises. The one in his arms is most likely a fake Shui Bing'er. Who could it be?

"Yue'er?"

Mu Yang asked tentatively to the 'Shui Bing'er sitting in his arms.

Mu Yang thinks that the only one who dares to play so big is his sister-in-law Shui Yue'er. (End of this chapter)