Douluo: My foster mother is Bibi Dong!

The next morning, the maid woke Meng De from his sleep and helped him put on the uniform of Wuhundian Academy.

The uniform is mainly white, with light golden textures on the collar and cuffs. On the left chest is the emblem of Wuhun Palace. It is exquisite, decent, noble and elegant, and fits Meng De's growing figure very well.

Meng De looks a little more noble and handsome under the uniform of the college.

After washing up, he finished breakfast, and was escorted by the Templars arranged by the Pope's adoptive mother, and headed to Wuhundian Academy in the Cloud-Winged Beast.

In the corridor leading to the Pope's Palace, the beautiful mature female Pope stopped and looked up at the cloud-winged beast flying away from Wuhun City, a trace of worry flashed between her beautiful eyes.

Ever since she adopted Meng De as her adopted son, he has never been out of Wuhun Palace, or even to most places in Wuhun Palace.

Now that we are in a new place, I don’t know if this child can adapt.

Bibi Dong still has feelings for this adopted son. Although she has always been in a free-range state, she can develop feelings for a dog in six years, let alone a person.

However, these feelings are based on the premise that Meng De is obedient, sensible, and obedient.

No matter how useful the dog is, if it dares to disobey its owner, it will be killed!

"Ghost Elder."

The beautiful mature woman Pope called softly, and the figure of Ghost Douluo appeared behind her.

"Please go to the academy and see if the child adapts to it."

"Yes." Ghost Douluo nodded, turned into a ghost and headed to Wuhundian Academy.

——Martial Soul Hall Academy——

The cloud-winged beast did not land directly in the academy, but in an open space outside the academy.

At this moment, there are already a dozen flying soul beasts resting in the open space. It seems that Meng De is not the only one who has a special driver to pick him up.

His arrival attracted the attention of many people. Compared with the Ten Thousand Years Cloud-Winged Beast, their flying soul beast was just scum, just like the difference between a Rolls-Royce and a Charade.

Under the powerful aura emitted by the ten thousand year cloud-winged beasts, those flying soul beasts lowered their heads like quails and trembled.

Meng De jumped down from the Cloudwing Beast and asked Salters (the driver) to go back first and pick him up after school in the afternoon.

The parents who were sending their children to school started talking when they saw Meng De. They all speculated and were surprised about his identity.

"Which elder's child is this, riding such a powerful soul beast to school?"

"Hiss~ That's at least a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast!"

"The ten-thousand-year-old soul beast! Let alone taming it, I may not even be able to defeat it."

"Comparing people with each other is irritating. We can only rent these ordinary flying spirit beasts. Everyone has been riding spirit beasts for thousands of years."

Some parents quickly wrote down Meng De's appearance so that they could remind their children not to offend Meng De after school.

Although the college stipulates that people cannot be suppressed based on their background, there are some things that cannot be restricted by regulations alone.

Walking along the granite steps to the gate of the college, I saw an old man in coarse linen clothes lying lazily in the guard booth, leisurely making tea. When he saw someone coming, he raised his eyes and glanced at Meng De, and spoke lightly.

"student card."

Hearing this, Meng De took out his hospital card from his soul guide and handed it to the old guard. The old guard first glanced at the card, then looked at the soul guide around Meng De's waist, and then motioned for him to come in.

After the people left, the old guard took a sip of coarse tea and murmured: "Another second generation is here. It's really worse every year."

When Meng De walked into the college, he saw a spacious path leading directly to the playground. There were trees planted on both sides, lush and green. At a glance, he could see the college playground with people coming and going, and several other A row of teaching buildings.

He recalled the path Teacher Norman took him on yesterday, followed the route in his memory, walked through the playground, walked to a white teaching building, went straight to the second floor, and came to his class.

Class [-], Grade [-].

At this time, there were many students in the class. Some were lying on the table and dozing off, some were talking and laughing with their friends, and some were gathered around, talking about something unknown.

Meng De looked at their familiarity with the environment, and it seemed that they were not new students. Now it seems that he has become a transfer student.

Walking into the somewhat noisy classroom, Meng De looked around, looking for places where no one was doing anything. Finally, his eyes fell on a seat by the window. The window was open, letting in a gentle breeze, which was very cool. It was a good seat.

He just stepped forward and wanted to sit on that seat, but was stopped by someone, which made Meng De frown slightly.

"Hey, are you new here? This position belongs to our boss. Get out of here."

A guy half a head shorter than Meng De and with a pockmarked face stopped in front of him and told him to get out.

Meng De's eyes turned slightly cold after speaking so rudely.

He looks like he's only six or seven years old, and he's really uneducated when he talks and tells people to go away.

If the tone is gentler, it means that there is someone in this seat, and Meng De will naturally not sit down, but this tone makes people very uncomfortable.

He doesn't fight over the steamed buns for his breath. He has taken the position today, even if Qian Daoliu comes, he can't stop him!

A flash of violence flashed in Meng De's eyes, and the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King became restless. His childish voice was low and had a hint of the majesty of the true king of the dragon clan, and he uttered a word coldly.

"roll."

When the students around them saw the conflict between the two, they all looked like they were watching a good show.

But the pock-marked face was frozen in place, and his face suddenly turned pale. The trace of dragon power released by Meng De made his martial soul fear and surrender. His thin body trembled, and his legs softened and snapped. , knelt down in front of Meng De, like a shameless dog.

The pockmarked face suddenly fell to his knees, which stunned the students who were preparing to watch the show, and they all showed astonished expressions.

Meng De rolled his eyes and knelt in front of him, with a trembling pockmarked face. He raised his feet and stepped directly over him, sat on the window seat, and ignored him.

He's just a little person, not worthy of another look from him.

A pair of twins who looked exactly the same hurriedly stepped forward to lift up the pockmarked face, and did not forget to turn their heads to look at Meng De, both full of doubts.

Why did you kneel down suddenly?Could it be that the other party used soul skills?But I haven’t seen any martial souls or soul rings appearing?

"Go and tell the boss that his position has been taken by a newcomer."

"Why didn't you go?"

"You are the younger brother, so of course you go."

"Brother, shouldn't you let your younger brother go?"

"I dont go."

"I'm not going either."

The twins put their pockmarked faces on his seat and began to push each other, asking each other to call their boss. After some debate, they finally decided who would go by guessing.

Meng De had no interest at all in the boss they called him. He was just a little soul master with one hand on the ground.

But what he didn't expect was that the two guys had been guessing for a long time, but they couldn't decide the winner.

They are all born from the same mother, so there is no way they can be broken.

The two were always tied until the bell rang, and then... nothing more.

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(Let me tell you in advance that Xiao Wu will be included in this book, and the process will be somewhat tortuous and cruel. Xiao Wu will take the initiative to sacrifice himself to the protagonist later on.)