I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

Night fell again, the wind was howling, Wang Zhao and Qian Renxue were sitting on the pavilion, looking through books, as if they were back in the Wuhun City library.

"I heard that my mother seemed to have a crush before, named Yu Xiaogang, who loved reading as much as you, Xiao Zhao..."

Suddenly, Qian Renxue stopped turning the pages of the book and said thoughtfully.

"Ah."

Wang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this and nodded, with no expression on his face.

"He seems to be the master who published the ten core competitiveness theories of Wuhun..."

"Uh-huh."

Wang Zhao nodded calmly again.

"Hello, Wang Xiaozhao."

Qian Renxue then turned her head sharply and stared at Wang Zhao with dead eyes.

"Why don't you look very interested in him?"

"Do I need to be interested in him?"

Wang Zhao asked back.

"Really?"

Qian Renxue couldn't help but glance at him suspiciously.

"Isn't the title of 'Grand Master' that you fabricated yourself just to put him down?"

Of course it is... But this is related to Wang Zhao's confused little teacher. He and Qian Renxue couldn't explain it for the time being, so they could only shrug and continued:

"This is just a coincidence. Also, Xiaoxue, have you ever seen the ten core competencies of the martial arts spirit?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Qian Renxue shook her head. She had heard of Wang Zhao before before she met him. At that time, she was curious and wanted to search in the library, but her grandfather Qian Daoliu stopped him with a look of disgust.

She stopped her curiosity and didn't think too much. Instead, she saw something mentioned in a magazine in her hand. She suddenly recalled it and then thought of Yu Xiaoan, the author of "The Ten Core Competencies of Wuhun" and His title of "Da Shi" connects the relationship between Yu Xiaoan, Wang Zhao and his adoptive mother Bibi Dong.

"You'll know after you go and see it."

Wang Zhao didn't say much.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the fallen leaves. The two of them suddenly looked up and saw two tall figures appearing in the courtyard below the pavilion.

One of them is not the big brother Qianjun who has transformed into Qianhuang Douluo, but the other...

He was a slender old man who looked like a javelin. His beard and hair were all dark green. His eyes were like snake pupils and shimmering like emeralds. He couldn't help but give people an illusory feeling, as if they were phantoms.

The old man's face was expressionless, or the expression on his face was completely stiff, his cheeks were sunken, his green hair was messy, and his clothes were only simple gray robes.

But it wasn't the Dugu Bo that Wang Zhao and others had just met yesterday.

"Poison Douluo, what are you doing here?"

The two titled Douluo masters noticed that the man and woman above them were looking over, and they just ended the confrontation. Qianjun Douluo was the first to break the silence and asked.

"I'll come find him."

Dugu Bo's voice was gloomy, and he simply raised his deadwood-like finger and pointed at Wang Zhao.

"Senior, what do you want from me?"

Wang Zhao then stood up and stepped into the void from a high place. The thick platinum dragon claws kept flashing under his feet, supporting Wang Zhao and strolling to the ground of the courtyard like walking up stairs.

Jinlin: (o﹏o) No one speaks up for me? Roar!

"Can't you see?"

Seeing this, Dugu Bo nodded slightly, a faint hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, but he asked inexplicably.

"I think I see it."

Wang Zhao paused and then responded as if suddenly.

Dugu Bo's stiff expression changed a little at this time, and he looked at the "Qianhuang Douluo" on the other side who was much more powerful than him.

"Can I talk to this little guy alone?"

In this regard, Qianjun Douluo said nothing and just looked at Wang Zhao.

Wang Zhao nodded decisively.

Seeing his straightforward appearance, Dugu Bo couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Little guy, aren't you afraid?"

"Don't you know how many people on the mainland actually want your life? If you let me, the poisonous Jade Scale Douluo, be alone with you, I can definitely kill you quietly, and also... To be able to leave peacefully.”

"Senior, there is no need to do this. Besides, when you say this, it means that you will not do this, right?"

Wang Zhao just smiled and said.

Dugu Bo was silent for a moment and then said:

"Your name is Wang Zhao, right? Wandering doctor, Grand Master Wang Zhao?"

"It's down."

……

Soon, in a quiet room.

Wang Zhao and Dugu Bo sat opposite each other.

"Senior Dugu, you have been poisoned, and you were poisoned by yourself."

Wang Zhao withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and said calmly.

"You can really tell..."

Hearing this, even though Dugu Bo was prepared, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"You know, even the old chrysanthemum in Wuhun Palace who is proficient in pharmacology and Ye Renxin, the current medical saint who once had a relationship with me, only thought that the toxic characteristics on my body were just due to the assimilation of Wuhun."

"And you are so young, I really don't know how you have such knowledge."

"Maybe it's because of talent."

Wang Zhao thought for a while and said.

Dugu Bo, who was unruly by nature, did not dwell too much on this matter and continued to ask:

"What else do you see?"

Wang Zhao lowered his head slightly, as if he was deep in thought. In fact, he was trying his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were about to rise.

at last……

Is he finally going to start doing something serious as a time traveler?

After sorting out his emotions, Wang Zhao raised his head again and began to speak. No, he started to enter the password for the grass jelly——

"Whenever it's cloudy and rainy, do you get a numb and itchy feeling on your ribs, which gradually gets stronger?"

Dugu Bo nodded blankly.

"It happens once each at noon and midnight. Based on your current situation, it should last for more than an hour each time?"

Dugu Bo continued to nod, his face gradually becoming dull.

"Also, every late at night, around midnight, you will feel a pinprick-like tingling on the top of your head and in your heart. Your whole body will convulse for at least half an hour."

Damn it...

Dugu Bo couldn't help but stood up glumly.

Wang Zhao turned a blind eye to this and continued to talk: "If it were not for poisoning, you would not have such symptoms. In fact, not only have you been poisoned, but it has also been poisoned into your bone marrow!"

"It's just, to put it bluntly, I'm wondering why you're not dead yet. The poison you were poisoned is beyond the power of your soul to suppress."

"!!!"

When Dugu Bo heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he couldn't help but took a few steps forward to Wang Zhao and grabbed his clothes.

"What else did you see?!"

He almost shouted these words.

Wang Zhao didn't answer, just looked at him calmly, like an experienced doctor looking at a crazy patient.

Dugu Bo also realized his gaffe at this time, and slowly let go of his hand and took a few steps back, but his eyes were still fixed on Wang Zhao, and after a moment he said:

"Excuse me."