Douluo: my wife Mo Xie

"Your opponent is one of their teams, but except for the Wuhundian team, we don't care enough about the others. Okay, you have just finished the game. You must be exhausted. Go back to your room and rest." Teacher Cuihua He touched Shuiqin's head and said.

"Lian Ming stays." Lian Ming was stopped. He had just stood up and now sat down again.

Looking at Lian Ming sitting opposite with Mo Xie in his arms, Teacher Cuihua said: "Lian Ming, this time... I may really have to rely on you."

Lian Ming was curious: "What do you rely on me for?"

"You told me that you have to hide your strength, and I agreed. I think as long as you show the strength of a normal four-ring soul sect and rely on Zhang Qiling's strength, there should be no problem in winning the championship, but this time... …There may be a sudden change in our match against the Wuhundian team." Teacher Cuihua said with a heavy expression.

Lian Ming frowned and asked, "What mutation?"

Teacher Cuihua said with a serious face: "Martial soul fusion technique."

Lian Ming's eyebrows twitched and said: "No way?" Lian Ming felt that there was no such thing. Is it possible for the Wuhun Palace to have one Wuhun fusion skill for each session?

Teacher Cuihua held her forehead with a headache and said: "It's not confirmed yet, it's just some gossip. I've already told Zhang Qiling, and I'm telling you now because I want to consult you. Opinion."

Lian Ming almost knew what it was and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Teacher Cuihua smiled happily and said, "Actually, you don't need to be so serious. We haven't given any confirmation on this matter yet. Who knows if they have, but now I'm just giving you a vaccination first."

"I know. If it's true, what should I do?" Although Lian Ming almost knew what she meant, he still had to be sure, otherwise it would be fun if he thought wrongly.

Teacher Cuihua said a little embarrassedly: "That is, if the Wuhundian team really has Wuhun fusion skills, you may need to join forces with Zhang Qiling to have a chance to resist, so you may have to put in a little more effort, I know , Teacher, I promised you that I can let you hide your strength, but this..."

Lian Ming stretched out his hand to stop her, and said: "I know, I know, if there comes a time when I need to use all my strength, I will not hold back, don't worry."

After receiving Lian Ming's assurance, Teacher Cuihua breathed a sigh of relief and said to Lian Ming with a somewhat expressive expression: "I'm sorry, classmate Lian Ming. The teacher didn't consider this matter carefully."

Lian Ming said with a nonchalant expression: "I don't care about small things."

After Lian Ming left, Teacher Cuihua was a little discouraged. Although Lian Ming said he didn't care, Lian Ming bothered him a lot in order to make him agree to hide his strength.

"Alas~" Teacher Cuihua sighed, she was the teacher.He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Tiandou Empire in trance.

Lian Ming returned to the room and threw himself on the bed. He was a little worried. He was thinking about whether he would be sanctioned by Wuhun Palace if he exposed too much strength. On one hand, he had a teacher who took good care of him, and on the other hand, he might be punished by Wuhun Hall. The palace pays attention.

He chose to take action, although whether he won or not didn't matter to him. At most, he felt uncomfortable.

But his teammates all know his own strength. If he wastes a little more and wins, it's fine. If he loses, he always feels a little sorry for his teammates. It's wrong to act like a teammate.

He obviously has the ability, but he just doesn't contribute. Lian Ming can't do this kind of thing. People can't be actors.

Thinking about these troublesome things made people's minds feel dull. Lian Ming got up from the bed, pinched his brows, and walked into the bathroom under Mo Xie's eyes.

"Crash-crash-"

The water from the faucet flowed loudly. Lian Ming took the water and slapped it on his face, feeling the coolness on his stuffy face. The cold stimulation of the water calmed him down.

He stretched out his hand to wipe the water on his face, his chest rose and fell, and he slowly raised his head. His eyes stayed on the mirror in front of the sink, his eyes were a little dull, and his right hand slowly covered his face.

"Is this myself?"

Looking at the handsome face in the mirror, Lian Ming couldn't believe it. He used to look in the mirror a lot. At that time, he was six years old. He stood in front of the mirror, holding a chubby face in his hands, pouted, and thought , it turns out that I was so cute when I was a child.

He pretended to be cute in front of the mirror. Looking at himself in women's clothing in the mirror, he felt infinite satisfaction.

Until later, when his mind was completely focused on cultivation, this situation became less and less frequent. Until now, he no longer cares about the mirror.

Now looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel narcissistic again. He winked at the mirror and made various greasy expressions. Lian Ming was a little proud of this. He reached out to untie the braid behind him, and his hair was black and waist-length. His long hair draped behind him added a bit of charm to him.

"This...is me?"

Lian Ming was a little obsessed with his appearance. In his previous life, his appearance could only be described as handsome, and his whole body exuded an aura of decadence, making him look weak.

In this life, for some reason, he looked more domineering and powerful.

"Looking comes from the heart, does my heart follow suit?" Lian Ming asked himself, rubbing his chin.

"No! I'm an otaku! I always like my paper figurine wife!" Lian Ming shouted in front of the mirror to prove his determination.

"Ha~ I wonder if the babies in the house are okay? Dad, does he know that I'm not here? They won't care about me, right? They might have lost all my things long ago." Lian Ming said suddenly He raised his head to the ceiling, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

"laugh--"

Lian Ming laughed self-deprecatingly, brushed away the tears from the corner of his eyes with his little finger, and said with a smile: "What am I doing!"

He sniffed, picked up a handful of water, washed his face, picked up a towel and wiped his face and walked out.

"Um……"

Lian Ming looked meaningfully at the two dirty footprints on the sheets, came to Mo Xie who was sitting obediently on the bed, grabbed one of Mo Xie's feet and lifted it up, exposing the sole of the foot.

The soles of her feet were dirty, a layer of dust on the floor. Lian Ming helplessly raised his hand and patted her feet and said, "I want you to go without shoes."

He picked up a towel and wiped the soles of her feet clean. "The other one!" Lian Ming put down the cleaned feet and said.

Moye stretched out his other foot and Lian Ming grabbed it. Just as he was about to wipe it clean, he was stunned. This foot was actually clean. Lian Ming couldn't figure out what was going on.

He turned his head and looked at the two footprints on the bed sheet in confusion. The two footprints on the top turned out to be the feet on the same side. Lian Ming suddenly knew something and laughed and said, "I really belong to you, Mo Xie."

Lian Ming already had a picture in his mind of Mo Xie lifting one foot, jumping to the bathroom door and eavesdropping.

He pinched Moye's nose and said with a smile, "Little naughty boy."

Thanks to "Daoxuan Qingdi" for the two monthly tickets

Thanks to "Guixu" for the two monthly passes, I love you~

(There were two other book friends who gave rewards to Mo Xie. I didn’t pay attention. I’m sorry)