Douluo's opening send-off system

next morning

A ray of sunshine shone into the house through the window, dispelling the chill of last night. Ghost Leopard stretched lazily, let out a soft groan, stretched himself up and raised his hands to rub his eyes. The quilt slipped with the movement, and The time actually feels a bit cold.

wrong! She didn't cover herself with a quilt yesterday!

She suddenly woke up, no longer lazy, her martial spirit instantly possessed her, and her nails swelled, flashing with a faint cold light.

He jumped up from the bed and landed on the beam. He looked around and found no one. He jumped off the beam with some doubts and walked out of the room. When he arrived in the living room, he saw a night of hot porridge on the table. The martial spirit had not been lifted. She possessed a very sensitive sense of smell and could smell a scent from a long distance away.

It smells delicious...Guluulu~ Just when I thought that the bowl of porridge might be delicious, my stomach growled and my face turned slightly red.

He walked over and sat down, staring at the familiar hot porridge in a daze.

"Don't worry, eat! It's not poisoned this time!" Han Wuyi pushed the door open from another room and walked out, put down a belt, walked directly to the door, turned around and said, "Remember to wash the bowls and send them to the cafeteria Go back, I’m very poor!”

Leave when you're done.

Ghost Leopard picked up the hot porridge and paused for a moment. He took a small sip. It was very delicious, but that thing was gone, and even the contents of his body were gone. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"My name is Leng Muwan."

Han Wuyi, who had already walked to the corridor next to the Elder Hall, heard the voice transmission in his head, and finally let go of his nervousness. This time, he saw the right person.

"Then please call me Young Master from now on!"

The maid passing by was stunned when she heard Han Wuyi's words, and then hurriedly shouted: "No, Holy Son!"

"!!!"

Han Wuyi was shocked. The blue silver grass had already circled behind the maid and had quietly broken out of the ground. It was about to penetrate the maid's heart.

The maid bowed her head, escaped the disaster, and said in great panic: "Your Highness the Holy Son, I, I am only a maid, how can I be qualified to follow the Holy Son?"

That's it? Then you are making such a big fuss! I was so scared that I thought something happened with Ghost Leopard!

"Oh? That's a pity!" Han Wuyi said pretending to be confused, and left in three steps at the same time.

Hearing Han Wuyi's disappointed tone and regretful words, the maid's heart was wrapped in rich happiness. How could she still remember the panic just now? She stroked her fair face and said with a shy face: "If the Holy Son does not give up, little one The woman is willing to... eh? Where is the Son of God?"

After watching a good show, Leng Muwan's mouth curved significantly and she continued to taste the hot porridge in her hand.

After finishing the drink, with the hot porridge in his hand, he was not in a hurry to have the bowl sent back. Instead, he opened the belt soul guide left by Han Wuyi and looked at his family fortune. ...a copper soul coin?

Is this compensation?

But when I think of Han Wuyi's usual misery, he should also return the Falcon's that he returned to him, right? Moreover, he was compensated. I wonder if His Majesty the Holy Son was heartbroken?

puff~

Thinking of Han Wuyi's loveless expression, I couldn't help laughing.

She tied the belt around her waist and raised her hand to touch her forehead, with a look of nostalgia on her face. She seemed to have seen the teacher last night, and his hands were still so warm.

She can do things for the Holy Son, and she should repay the kindness of the immortal herb for improving her qualifications, but if the Holy Son wants to destroy the Spirit Hall, don't blame her for being ruthless.

No one except Wuhundian would care about her teacher's hatred.