Douluo v: Draw the Qinglong Wuhun at the beginning, hang and beat Tang San to grab Xiaowu

"For those who learn poison art, the first skill to master is how to poison."

As soon as Tang San's words came out, a cold voice came from the side:

"Even the venom of the Jade Scaled Snake can be easily contacted, but it is the first time I have seen such a thing that accidentally injures teammates due to poisoning."

"Who……"

Hearing that he was exposed, Tang San couldn't help flashing a cold light in his eyes.

But when he turned his head, his expression became stiff again:

"You, why are you here?"

"I lost the bet, and now I have become someone's maid, of course I want to be here."

The effect of Ruanjin San dissipated, and she changed into a new outfit. At this time, Dugu Yan had regained her confidence and coquettishness.

"Lingling wants to take care of me, so of course she has to stay here."

Glancing at Tang San, Dugu Yan continued:

"Compared to these, shouldn't you answer my question more?"

"This, I..."

"Little San doesn't have a teacher, and all the poison techniques are discovered by himself, so the method of poisoning is slightly worse."

When Tang San was caught in a dilemma, another voice sounded:

"However, after all, he also wanted to help the team win, so it's not really his fault."

"Is that so?"

Seeing the master coming from not far away, the corner of Du Cheng's mouth slightly raised:

"Tang San, is it really as the master said?"

"No, that's right."

Under Du Cheng's gaze, Tang San only hesitated for a moment, then nodded quickly:

When something like this happens, you either admit that you have poor skills, or you admit that you intentionally attacked your teammates...

Without a doubt, Tang San chose the former.

'Hehe~'

"Although the technique is a bit weaker, but being able to grope and master the poison technique can be regarded as a bit of talent."

Glancing at Tang San, Du Cheng's expression was meaningful:

No mentorship?

I just don't know if the seniors of the Tang Sect will take back the word if they hear about it.

Of course, the premise is that this kind of thing has 'words'.

"Du Cheng and Tang San performed well in this match."

The master didn't pay too much attention to Du Cheng's expression.

Glancing at everyone, the master showed a purple card in his hand:

"However, since Tang San accidentally injured his teammate, all his bonuses belong to Du Cheng."

After the words were over, the master had already sent the card to Du Cheng:

"This is the one thousand gold coins Flender promised, and I will hand it over to you on his behalf."

"Thank you, Master."

One thousand gold soul coins is actually nothing to Du Cheng.

But since it was a benefit delivered to his door, of course he would not refuse it.

Putting the card into the south wind, Du Cheng showed a faint smile:

"I have to say that the dean is still very generous. It's just an insignificant game, but he is still willing to give out bonuses."

'Heh~'

Hearing Du Cheng's words, the master couldn't help but twitch slightly:

Perhaps it was an illusion, he always felt that Du Cheng knew something.

"Today's game, everyone worked hard."

Glancing at everyone, the master quickly changed the subject:

"Next, you can go back to the hotel to rest. I will introduce some friends to you in the afternoon."

At the end of the speech, before everyone could speak, the master quickly turned his head and left:

"Little San, come with me first."

"Yes!"

"The master is too partial to Tang San, even helping him fool this kind of thing."

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but complain:

Attacking teammates in wartime, if it was in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, relying on this alone, Tang San could be completely abolished!

"After all, he is his disciple, so it's normal to be a little biased."

Although he was explaining for Master, a sneer flashed in Du Cheng's eyes:

eccentric?

It's just a tool that can help him gain fame and achieve class transition, so it doesn't deserve the word 'eccentric'.

It's just that I don't know how Tang San will treat Grandmaster after knowing the truth...

"You man, you don't have any good ideas at first glance."

When Du Cheng's thoughts were spinning, a voice of disgust came directly from the side.

"Ok?"

Turning his head to look, Du Cheng couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

Just now I was only listening to the master's nonsense, but I didn't notice that Dugu Yan had changed into a long blue dress:

When he spoke, he gave Du Cheng a 'serious' look, even Dugu Yan didn't realize how seductive his actions were.

"You actually changed your clothes. It seems that you are very comfortable with your new identity."

After the words came out, Du Cheng stretched a long waist towards Dugu Yan:

"As a maid, you have to stand behind the master at all times, and then help the master squeeze his shoulders and legs..."

"Owner?"

Du Cheng Balabala said a lot, but only two words remained in Dugu Yan's ears.

A scallion-like finger pointed at Du Cheng, and Dugu Yan showed an angry look on his face:

"Do you dare to say that you are my master?"

"Since you are a maid, you must behave like a maid."

As soon as the words came out, Du Cheng even looked up and down at Dugu Yan intentionally:

"Why, you won't regret wanting to break the bet, will you?"

"Just call!"

Facing such a provocation, how could Dugu Yan bear it?

Wrapping his hands around his pomelo, Dugu Yan showed a cold and arrogant look on his face:

"Master, I just hope you won't regret it in the future."

"There are a lot of things that I regret."

When it comes to what he is most afraid of, Du Cheng thinks that he will never lose to anyone.

Ignoring Dugu Yan's expression, Du Cheng glanced at her delicate face, all the way across the twin peaks to the mysterious place:

"For example, I was thinking that the time agreed before was still too short."

"you……"

Sensing Du Cheng's aggressive gaze, Dugu Yan couldn't help but recall the experience just now in his mind.

'Humph! '

A cold snort came from his mouth, and Dugu Yan slightly clamped his legs:

Damn, I have to change clothes again later!

"Okay, let's go back and rest first."

[Ding, the bond between the host and Dugu Yan reaches 10, and the mid-level lucky draw can be held at 30! 】

[Ding, it is detected that the host has opened the five fetters, and rewards a high-level lucky draw opportunity. 】

Of course Du Cheng didn't know Dugu Yan's thoughts.

After molesting the little maid who just started working, he turned his head and walked out of the fighting spirit arena:

"By the way, as a maid, I remember that I should have the duty of warming the bed, right?"

"you……"

"Yanzi?"

Stretching out her hand to support Dugu Yan, who was staggering directly at the exit of Du Cheng's words, Ye Lingling had a weird expression:

Why does it feel like Yanzi doesn't look angry?

"System, start the lottery!"

On the way back, Du Cheng did not forget to use the lucky draw chance he just got:

With the improvement of his strength, there are no big surprises in the lottery below the top level, but... nothing is better than nothing.