Douluo: the king of the Holy Spirit

"Huh, whatever you want." As soon as the Holy Word spell was finished, Puni was considered to have lost all strength by this girl.

The main reason was that Mr. Xuan was really ruthless. The moment he revealed himself and launched the attack, he was shot three meters high by Mr. Xuan's air cannon.

Puni very much doubted whether Mr. Xuan, like Ye Guyi, had figured out his own weaknesses.

"Who do you think will win over there?" For some reason, Puni was very talkative today.

Maybe it's because the girl is pretty?

"Isn't this obvious? Although it was just the first time to cooperate, the team showed amazing tacit understanding. I guess it was the inconspicuous boy in the middle who played the role."

Okay, very discerning.

Ye Guyi continued: "However, unless they have some hidden cards, this team will have to fight hard for a long time to win."

"unless……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong hugged each other.

"Perfect martial soul fusion skills, perfect timing to release, in this case, victory is a matter of course." Ye Guyi's eyes lit up, and he stared at the brilliant withering, which hit the twelve soul masters on the opposite side at once.

This is obviously cheating. Which team can fight in a straight line? Seven hundred miles of company?

"Hey, isn't this Puni? We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you like this?"

A slightly teasing voice came, but what caught his eye was a streak of red, but Ma Xiaotao's soul power was well controlled and did not let Puni see it at a glance.

To be honest, lying on the ground and looking at the beautiful woman’s angle is really curious.

For example, the already exaggeratedly long legs are nothing more than that.

"Hello, senior." Puni greeted reluctantly.

"Mr.

"It hurts, sister, please let go first."

"I'll take you to heal your wounds first." Ma Xiaotao glanced at Mr. You don’t want to participate.”

"What Senior Sister said makes sense, but Mr. Xuan's side..."

"I'll help you with the little things."

"Then thank you, senior."

"Don't be so polite." Ma Xiaotao said with a smile, "How do you want to thank me?"

Puni frowned, "Your evil fire broke out again, it's not like that."

After all, the way he helped Ma Xiaotao was much more thorough than Huo Yuhao's method in the original work.

"Not yet." Ma Xiaotao stood up and put one hand around Puni's knees and the other around Puni's neck.

"I just want to experience it again."

I believe you are a ghost. You are obviously going to participate in the Soul Master Competition, so you came to me because you were worried.

Puni complained in his mind, but the next second, his face turned red.

"Ma, Ma Xiaotao, please put me down quickly. You can't hug the princess or anything like that!"

"Huh?" The twelve- or thirteen-year-old kid was really dishonest, so Ma Xiaotao pinched his butt hard.

"Hey~ Your butt shape is very similar to Ye Guyi's, but not as big as hers. Ah, junior sister, have you recovered? Then I won't take you with me."

Ye Guyi stood up and patted his armor as if nothing was wrong.

"Senior, I'm sorry to worry you, please send Puni to the hospital quickly. Mr. Xuan should be able to understand."

"No, Ye Guyi, you are my friend. I want you to give it away!"

"Be honest!" Ma Xiaotao seized the opportunity and pinched Puni's fart again.

"I have to say, your holy ass feels good."

Puni understood that as long as he said less and did less, the other side would have no reason to punish him.

What does it feel like to be hugged by the beautiful princess of the inner courtyard?Puni didn't know.For the sake of his sacred ass, he kept his eyes closed the whole time, for fear of offending this bad woman.

However, this bad woman was still very careful and directly used the authority of the inner court disciples to call a medical soul saint to help him heal his injuries.

I don’t know when in the middle of the night, the bad woman quietly left.

………………

In the early morning, before the sun shone through the window, the door was opened with a "squeak".

"Holy crap, who is it! Don't you know that I like killing people in my dreams?"

Puni couldn't help it. An iron door can make the sound of a broken wooden door. This must be intentional.

"I dreamed of killing people? Boy, your literary skills are really good." A sloppy old man staggered into the ward.

"Mr. Xuan? Why are you here? I owe this injury to you."

"If I don't come, you will have a big problem." Old Xuan placed two newspapers in front of him, "Don't tell me, I really don't know when Wanjin Chamber of Commerce actually acquired four newspapers of Shrek Daily Into shares? You can do your tricks well."

"The person whose pen name is Zhuzi Baijia is you, right?"

"And this sentence, the slogan of returning extraordinary power to mortals, is what you thought of, right?"

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of sending these things out?"

Puni sneered: "Of course I have thought that countless civilians will benefit from this, walking out of crowded slums and getting opportunities to work... The entire continent will be full of vitality again..."

"Confused, confused!"

Mr. Xuan sighed, paused for a while, and then said: "The Pavilion Master asked me to give you a sentence..."

"War is coming!"