bookbashuk Chapter 91: Xiao Wu with Strange Patterns Appearing on Her Body, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing
Chapter 91: Xiao Wu with Strange Patterns Appearing on Her Body, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing
Chapter 91: Xiao Wu with Strange Patterns Appearing on Her Body, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing
Tang San couldn't help but recall for a moment.
Since a few days ago in the God Realm, his condition has been very poor due to the recurring dreams.
no way.
Every few minutes, he would dream of dying repeatedly, and the way he died gradually changed from simply exploding to the moment his body exploded, watching his flesh and blood fly and shatter into pieces.
And this situation doesn't just happen once or twice; it repeats itself endlessly.
Not only that, he also dreamed that Xiao Wu was being manipulated at will by a dark figure whose face he couldn't see. Her cheeks, neck, front, waist, thighs... Every touch made him so angry that he almost lost control. His eyes turned red and he was panting heavily. But unfortunately, because it was a dream, he couldn't do anything and could only watch helplessly.
This dual torment of mind and body is unbearable for anyone, and because of this, he has been in a state of near-uncontrollable erosion by murderous intent for some time now.
Clearly, this was the backlash from the Asura God's position! Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else that could keep him trapped in that terrifying dream.
So, in a moment of lucidity, he used his extraordinary wisdom to think of a solution, and eventually he actually came up with a feasible one.
Since Xiao Wu can bear the backlash of the Asura God's position to a certain extent for him, wouldn't it be helpful to bring in more people to share the burden?
So, after a brief hesitation, he called his former partner to help him carry the burden.
However, to everyone's surprise, the dream became even more terrifying.
Now it's not just him who exploded, it's him, Mu Bai, and Xiao Ao, all three of them exploded together.
He bombed Mu Bai, then Mu Bai bombed Xiao Ao, then Xiao Ao bombed him, and then he bombed him again, in an endless cycle, with him being bombed the most times.
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others were being manipulated by the dark figure just like Xiao Wu, while he, Mu Bai, and Xiao Ao could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
What's even more terrifying are his recent dreams. In the dreams, they signed some kind of contract. He doesn't remember the contents of the contract very clearly, but the effect is very clear: if he looks at Xiao Wu, he will explode.
Moreover, the effects of that contract actually extended from the dream into reality!
While it won't explode at the mere sight of it like in a dream, it will cause a kind of intense pain that seems to surge from the depths of one's soul.
This forced them to temporarily stay away from Xiao Wu and the others.
Xiao Wu and the others were in a much worse state, falling into a coma. Some kind of golden pattern appeared on their bodies. Although it was not clear through their clothes, the light of the pattern was very clear, as if it were some kind of mark, which made them afraid to look directly at it.
Tang San shook his head, took a deep breath, and felt the two divine powers within his body clashing against each other, trying to find a solution to the problem.
He knew that things absolutely could not continue like this, otherwise the situation would inevitably become more and more serious.
At that time, he will either die or give up one of the two divine positions. As long as he gives up either divine position, the backlash problem will definitely be solved.
He didn't want to give up either of the two divine positions.
The position of the sea god was the foundation of his godhood; he used it the most and found it the most convenient.
Although the Asura Godhood is prone to getting out of control, it is currently his only God-King level reliance and the capital that allows him to stand firm in the God Realm.
He couldn't accept giving up either of them.
Tang San was agitated and his killing intent only made his thoughts more and more chaotic.
As for the original so-called grand plan spanning ten thousand years, the schemes concerning the chosen one of Douluo Continent's destiny, and Xiao Qi, whom he arranged to descend to the mortal realm...
He's barely able to take care of himself right now, how could he have time to worry about those things?
Our priority should be saving our lives!
On the other hand, there's reality.
In Na'er's room at Ping An Pharmacy.
Jiang Ci'an was fumbling with the Silver Dragon Spear as usual, completely unaware that the God King in the other realm of gods had fallen into a state of madness because of him.
Beside her, a silver-haired, purple-eyed girl sat on a small stool by the bed. Today, she was dressed in a classic black and white maid outfit: a black dress over a pure white apron, tied at the waist.
A large bow, the skirt hem just above the knee, probably because it was tailor-made, the dress didn't deliberately show anything, but it made her petite figure look cute, and even the originally invisible thinness in front of her body was vaguely stretched by the fabric, outlining a small silhouette that could be held in one hand.
Beneath the skirt, white stockings encased her straight, shapely calves, revealing a faint pink hue. They were casually draped over the carpet, her toes slightly curled, as if enjoying the soft touch of the carpet.
At that moment, as she ate a cookie, she glanced at the boy not far away who was examining a silver-white spear, her gaze pausing slightly.
The Silver Dragon Spear, her martial spirit.
She looked down and saw that beneath her skirt, her small feet, wrapped in white silk, unconsciously rubbed together slightly. Her breathing was a little heavy, and her face showed a hint of unease.
She pursed her lips, finally unable to hold back any longer, and said, "Okay...okay? You've been touching it for so long, can you give me back my martial soul now...?"
The words were accusatory, but the voice was soft and lacked any deterrent power.
Jiang Ci'an raised his head, looked at the little maid in front of him with an unnatural blush on her face, and blinked.
Then...
Golden soul power surged from his palm and flowed directly into the silver dragon spear.
"Um?!"
Na'er's pupils contracted sharply.
In an instant, the familiar burning sensation filled her body once more. Strands of golden soul power surged from her skin, spreading like arcs of electricity throughout her body, causing her to tense up abruptly. Her mind went blank again, her consciousness blurred, and her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the ceiling above, only to find her vision blurred and her pupils gradually losing focus...
Just before she was about to completely lose control, Jiang Ci'an withdrew his soul power.
"ha..."
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Like a drowning person being pulled from the water, Na'er gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently, and a thin layer of mist clouded her purple eyes.
It took her a while to calm down and regain her composure. She looked up at Jiang Ci'an, her voice filled with accusation and grievance.
"You bastard, you're just bullying me! You said you wouldn't, but you lied to me again!"
Jiang Ci'an did not answer, but moved slightly closer and reached out to pinch Na'er's chubby cheek.
Perhaps due to the intense stimulation just now, the girl's face felt smooth and hot to the touch, like holding a piece of roasted marshmallow.
He looked at her and said slowly, "But as I said, there is a prerequisite: you must cultivate diligently. Otherwise, I will definitely punish you."
"So...you've been cultivating?"
Upon hearing this, Na'er's initial confidence vanished like a punctured balloon.
She shifted her gaze slightly, a little guilty, and looked down at her thighs, which were bound in white stockings and revealed a hint of flesh. Her hands unconsciously twisted together. "This...this cultivation level has improved...look, I'm already level 44..." Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
In response, Jiang Ci'an said calmly, "This is something I cultivated."
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Na'er didn't dare to speak, feeling even more guilty.
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