Begin fishing and become a god from Douluo

Brush brush!

Countless pitch-black fishing lines were entangled, instantly imprisoning the six people who suffered severe mental injuries.

Ye Xuan did not dare to relax, and six dragon beard needles were shot directly into the throats of six people, instantly taking their lives.

"Awesome Xuanxuan, where did you get this beautiful outfit?"

Just when Ye Xuan was about to change back to his previous clothes, a surprised voice sounded from not far behind him, causing his whole body to tremble violently, his eyes to blacken, and he fainted to the ground.

Before, he was mentally exhausted due to the battle, and now coupled with this sudden fatal blow, he immediately fell to the ground without even lifting a breath.

"This kid is really capable of showing off his strength."

Flender stepped forward and helped Ye Xuan up, with a look of helplessness on his face.

Looking at Ye Xuan who fainted and then glanced at the six corpses on the ground, deep shock flashed through his eyes.

This kid was only a thirty-ninth level soul master, but he single-handedly killed six forty-ninth level soul masters. He was simply a monster among monsters, and he could be called a monster!

Although it was a bit reckless, in terms of results, Ye Xuan's performance this time can be said to have given Flender a big surprise!

Such talent is enough to make Shrek the strongest!

"Everyone, go back. I'll leave this place to you. You guys should take good care of Ye Xuan."

Flanders said something to Ning Rongrong and others, and began to inspect the bodies of the seven coffin-carrying groups.

This time something like this happened in the academy, and thinking about the conversation between Haotian Douluo and Sword Douluo in the woods last night, he inevitably felt a little worried.

"It's okay if it's an ordinary person, but if some strong Contra-level people come, it won't be easy to handle even with me here..."

Flanders frowned, his green hair swaying gently in the wind.

If he remembered correctly, these six people should be the "Undertaker Team". These people are also called the Seven Coffin Bearers. They are a very famous assassination team in the secular world. Although he doesn't know why there are only six corpses now. , but judging from the current situation, Wuhun Palace seems to have no plans to dispatch its own manpower.

But even so, there are many strong people in the profession of assassins. It doesn't matter if they are ordinary people, but if there are a few strong people at the Contra level, even he will be helpless!

After all, he is a killer who recognizes money but not people. Even if he has the papal decree of Wuhun Palace in his hand, it is of no use!

"No, it seems I can't control that much anymore, I have to call everyone over!"

The troubled look on Flanders's face disappeared for a moment, and then his eyes returned to determination.

"Xiao Gang, Er Long, don't blame me as the eldest brother this time. There is really... no other way. For the children of the academy, the Golden Triangle must reunite!"

Looking up at the darkening sky, Flanders's expression became a little vicissitudes of life.

Alas, it's been so many years, I wonder how everyone is doing.

Flanders had been standing silently in the abandoned courtyard, looking up at the sky, as if he was frozen, and did not move at all until night fell.

The night wind blew by, and the green hair swayed gently, exuding a faint fluorescent light.

……

The next day, Ye Xuan slowly woke up.

"Fuck, my head hurts!"

The feeling of a splitting headache made Ye Xuan almost curse. In all these years, he had never been so embarrassed.

Thinking back to the seven people who carried the coffin yesterday, I can't help but feel pain in my balls.

Sure enough, people can't be brave, and even if they have a system, they are not invincible. If it weren't for the mental pollution suit, I'm afraid I would have to explain it here yesterday.

Ye Xuan's head was all groggy. He wanted to get up, but he felt top-heavy. His body swayed and he fell down again.

"What is this, soft."

Ye Xuan's eyes were dim and gradually regained focus.

"you're awake."

A cold voice mixed with a little joy sounded in Ye Xuan's ears. When he looked up, he saw Zhu Zhuqing looking down at him.

"...Ah, yes...I'm awake."

Ye Xuan quickly stood up and left Zhu Zhuqing's warm and soft arms, feeling a little restless.

"Just wake up. Thank you for coming forward yesterday."

Zhu Zhuqing showed a rare smile and said softly: "Later, Dean Flanders told everyone that those black people were the "Seven Coffin Bearers" in popular rumors, and the six people who died were all at forty-nine. Class, you were really brave to let us leave regardless of the risk of your life."

"..."

Ye Xuan had never heard Zhu Zhuqing say so many words at once. He was a little unaccustomed to being praised for this.

"This is the brain-refreshing soup I made specially for you. You will feel better after drinking it."

Zhu Zhuqing stood up from the bed, her slender figure instantly visible, making Ye Xuan swallow his saliva secretly.

"This is really...a devil's figure and an angel's face. Ami tofu, Ami tofu..."

Ye Xuan quickly closed his eyes to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind.

He is only twelve years old. It is hard to imagine what it will be like in a few years.

Nowadays, it is really torture for a man and a woman to live together in the same room.

"I'll feed you."

Zhu Zhuqing sat down by the bed, holding the steaming Xingnao soup in his hand. Holding the spoon in his hand, he scooped up a mouthful of hot soup, put his lips to it, blew twice, and then slowly brought it to Ye Xuan's mouth.

"I……"

"Drink slowly, don't rush."

Zhu Zhuqing's tone was soft, and the usual coldness seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

"……it is good."

Ye Xuan nodded obediently and took a sip of soup.

"How's it going? Do you feel better?"

There was a hint of worry in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

"Well, your Xingnao Decoction is really powerful. Just one sip has already alleviated the headache."

Ye Xuan looked surprised. He originally scorned things like Xingnao Decoction, but he didn't expect that it was actually useful, which really impressed him.

"It's good to be useful."

The corners of Zhu Zhuqing's pursed lips raised slightly and he said, "This is our family's secret recipe, and this is my first time making it."

"Zhuqing, why are you different from usual today?"

"Is there?"

"Yes, of course there is!"

Ye Xuan said seriously: "Normally, you never smile."

"I……"

When Zhu Zhuqing heard this, his face darkened and he said no more.

"Can you talk to me?"

Ye Xuan looked directly at Zhu Zhuqing.

"..."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, everyone has a secret."

"……Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? Logically speaking, I should be thanking you. If it weren't for your soothing soup, I might not be able to say a few words so easily now."

Ye Xuan smiled lightly, waved his hand and said.

"……Um."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, moved his lips lightly, blew on the spoon twice, and brought it to Ye Xuan's mouth.

The two of them didn't say a word anymore, one fed and the other drank.

But it didn't feel deserted, and instead seemed more warm.

For some reason, Zhu Zhuqing felt that just sitting next to Ye Xuan made her feel very at ease.