Douluo Dalu: If Xiao Wu doesn’t sacrifice

Sunset and evening.

Tang San gently opened his eyes. Like all the sleep I've had in this period of time, it was extremely familiar. Probably because of Wu'er.

Xiao Wu quietly snuggled into his arms and fell asleep.

Tang San felt affection again in his heart, he didn't dare to move, and he couldn't bear to wake Wu'er.

But Wu'er woke up soon.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and his lover was right in front of him.

"Brother." Xiao Wu called softly.

"I'm here. Wu'er, I've made you worry again."

Xiao Wu smiled and shook her head gently. "Brother, do you think that if Xiao Ao's cat-like mirror sausage can really be manufactured and used in large quantities, will it be us Shrek's seven monsters..."

"I've also thought of this, and it's theoretically feasible. But how could I be willing to let Wu'er bleed so much?" Tang San said, hugging Wu'er a little tighter.

Xiao Wu pouted slightly. "But at least there is absolutely no problem in making small batches."

Tang San nodded. "After all, your teleportation and invincible golden body are bugs themselves."

"Using the Clear Sky Hammer to block bugs is also a good choice. By the way, brother, you use it during the day..."

"It's a self-created soul skill I just developed. I call it the Dance of Chaos Cloak."

"The Dance of the Cloak." Xiao Wu smiled, "What a good name."

Tang San rubbed Wu'er's head lovingly. "Okay. I have to go to Senior Yang Wudi to negotiate terms later."

"En." Xiao Wu responded.

In the reception room.

Yang Wudi was sitting in his seat. He seemed to be fine, but his face was a little gloomy.

The moment Xiao Wu and Tang San walked into the hall, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became subtle again.

"Senior Yang Wudi," Tang San bowed, "this junior was rude about what happened during the day. Please forgive me, senior."

Yang Wudi smiled a little indifferently. "It's because I'm old and my skills are inferior to others. It's not rude of you."

San Wu couldn't help but hesitate to speak.

"Senior Yang Wudi has always been arrogant, and the Po clan has always been arrogant. It can be seen that today has indeed dampened Grandpa Yang Wudi's determination to move forward. Third brother, Sister Xiaowu, please don't worry too much." Bai Chenxiang said through the voice message.

"Senior, or junior, it was a trick. I used the sixth soul skill of a friend of mine, Oscar, to copy the mirror image sausage. I copied my lover's martial soul. Only in this way can I win in one fell swoop. Otherwise, I'm afraid, Tang San wouldn't be able to win at all." Tang San didn't wait. After hearing Bai Chenxiang's voice transmission, he said without thinking.

The purpose of these words is also obvious to the naked eye. It is obvious that after letting senior Yang Wudi fall into the trap during the day, he wants to trap Yang Wudi again now.

Of course, this is the feeling of a discerning person. With Yang Wudi's straightforward temper, if the pit was not dug more clearly, Yang Wudi might not even know how to jump, let alone the pit. What I mean is that this hidden pit won’t necessarily attract attention.

"Oscar, copy..." Yang Wudi muttered. "That friend of yours is the Food Soul Emperor?"

"Yes. That friend of mine, to be honest with my senior, has a very close relationship with Ning Rongrong, the deputy sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect," Tang San said.

"Deputy Master of the Qibao Glazed Sect? So, that friend of yours is Ning Fengzhi's son-in-law."

"That's understandable, senior." Tang San said respectfully. Although this is not true...but it is indeed the case. Oscar had no identity and no upbringing from his biological parents. He had no choice but to barge in on Ning Rongrong.

"Hmm. So wait a minute, you said you used the mirror sausage copy, that hundred thousand year soul skill in the daytime..." Yang Wudi was a little confused for a moment. Lover... "You girl have a hundred thousand year soul ring?" Yang Wudi suddenly understood and looked at Xiao Wu.

"Yes, senior, please take a look."

Saying that, Xiao Wu has already released his martial spirit.

Six soul rings, two yellow, two purple and two red, appeared around him.

Yang Wudi's pupils narrowed. "There are actually two hundred thousand year soul rings."

Yang Wudi was very calm, and did not look astonished as when Tai Tan and the others saw the soul ring. It's just that there's a hint of horror mixed in with the calmness.

"Senior, Tang San has two more items to present."

With that said, Tang San reached for the Ruyi Hundred Treasure Bag.

A crystal blood dragon ginseng and a fragrant Qiluo fairy appeared respectively in Tang San's palms.

The crystal blood dragon's body is transparent and glowing with blood-red brilliance. It is much more transparent than gemstones and looks much softer. However, it is known for its domineering effect. Crystal Blood Dragon, born in the eighth grade, is only half a grade away from the Ten Thousand Years Ninth Grade Ginseng King. Of course, even if the difference is only half a product, they are completely two concepts.

The Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product has dark purple petals that bloom upward like water lotuses. A light pink mist was revealed. The delicate fragrance of Qiluo can restrain all poisons.

Yang Wudi's eyes immediately lit up.

The next thing Tang San and Xiao Wu felt, including Ma Hongjun, was that Yang Wudi was crazy.

An old goat is invincible if someone controls it.

So things happened like this, Yang Wudi entered the Tang Sect smoothly, and everyone was happy.

After several people stayed for a while, they took a carriage and returned to Tiandou City.

What Xiao Wu, Tang San, and Ma Hongjun didn't know was that something important would happen after they returned to the academy. And they and Rongrong Xiao'ao will meet a large number of old friends from the elite competition.