Douluo: My Divine Light Stick Martial Soul

"Um..." Dai Mubai rubbed his hands, "Everyone, come with me. I will take you to the second level."

"OK OK." Chen Guang walked behind Dai Mubai, and he was very active at this time.

It's just...As for what he said, others said they didn't quite understand.

Except Ning Rongrong.

After being with Chen Guang for a long time, she discovered that Chen Guang always spoke some strange languages.

Her curiosity was very strong, so Ning Rongrong quickly figured out the meaning of Chen Guang's strange words.

We don't know, and we dare not ask.

Regarding Chen Guang's words, Dai Mubai and the others all acted as if they had not heard anything and walked towards the second level in silence.

"We are selling sausages! Big freshly baked sausages! Take a look!"

There are many people who can make it to the second level, and Chen Guangyi and others still need to line up.

However, Dai Mubai said that if he talked to the teacher of the second level, he could skip the second and third levels and go straight to the fourth level.

"Then go quickly!" Chen Guang patted Dai Mubai on the shoulder, his tone was kind and he was smiling.

He didn't know if it was because of the psychological shadow caused by Chen Guang's punch, but Dai Mubai always felt that the harmless-looking sunny boy in front of him seemed very dangerous.

No matter how you looked at it, there was something weird about that smile, which made Dai Mubai feel creepy.

???

Chen Guang was confused.

What's with the fear in your eyes?

Have I done something that scares you?

Alas, it is too difficult for me.

Looking at the tall figure gradually moving away, Chen Guang focused on the sausage.

Oscar's sausage?

Although the soul curse sounds a bit unpleasant, after all, it is food made with innate soul power, so it shouldn't taste bad, right?

Chen Guang said that as long as it tastes good, he can automatically ignore the obscene movements, expressions and soul curses.

"Uncle, how much does your sausage cost?"

Before Chen Guang could buy it, the delicious Xiao Wu had already jumped to Oscar's trolley.

"Ah, it's not expensive, it's only a copper soul coin." Oscar's eyes sparkled, and he scratched his thick hair, "Also, I'm not an uncle, I'm only 14 years old this year."

"What? 14 years old?"

Everyone was shocked. The "uncle" with thick hair and beard in front of them was only 14 years old? !

Chen Guang knew about this, but in order not to appear out of place, he acted as if he was possessed by the best actor, as if he really didn't know.

"Are you really 14?"

Xiao Wu was confused, and Ning Rongrong was also listening attentively.

"Yes, yes, I am indeed 14 years old!"

"Everyone, without further ado, let's buy one of my ham sausages first!"

Oscar faced everyone and he promoted like crazy.

"I'll take one."

Chen Guang was the first to buy, but he only asked for one.

"Chen Guang, what do you mean? Don't buy it for me?"

In the past, Chen Guang always bought double portions of things, but now, Chen Guang only bought one portion.

Coupled with the fact that Zhu Zhuqing had just appeared, Ning Rongrong had to think more.

"Well, you have to listen to my explanation first."

When Chen Guang saw this, he quickly explained.

"Every food-type martial spirit seems to have a soul curse. This fake uncle, please cast a soul curse!"

"This, this, this..." Oscar hesitated, he stammered and didn't want to show it.

Seeing this, Chen Guang was a little anxious. He assured Oscar: "Don't worry, no matter what your soul curse looks like or how strange it is, I will buy it."

After hearing this, Oscar felt relieved. He released his martial soul, took a mouthful of spit, and then whispered the soul curse...