Douluo's ice devil Yuhao

Chapter 38 Ice Silkworm and Butterfly

In the afternoon class, Zhou Yi stood on the playground, looking sternly at the hundred students who were like freshmen.

"Your task this afternoon is to wear these iron suits and run around until the bell rings!"

"You can use soul power, but you can't use soul skills, do you understand?"

Every student put on an iron suit, and as soon as he put it on, his face looked ugly.Even Wang Dong, who was the highest in the class, lost all color.

Huo Yuhao shook his body, reckoning that this iron suit weighs at least thirty catties.

But he didn't feel much. He used to run around carrying fifty or sixty kilograms of things, and this iron suit was not a burden for him.

Zhou Yi said loudly: "Don't think it's a burden, take it as a training."

"I know that among you, there is a gap between boys and girls, and there is a gap between the assault system and the support system, but when it comes to the battlefield, the enemy will treat you equally."

"Just put your physical exercise on your mind now, do you understand?"

Seeing that the students in Class [-] of the freshmen were still dawdling, and no one answered, Zhou Yi's face became unhappy, and he scolded again: "Do you understand!"

There was a hint of soul power in this roar, and the students shuddered one after another, faltering and saying: "Listen... I understand..."

"Understood, hurry up!"

Zhou Yi opened the six rings at the same time, and a terrifying momentum struck. The students shuddered and ran to the playground one after another.

Zhou Yi looked angrily at the students who started to run around, and said to herself, "It's still effective to yell at people."

Just finished running [-] laps in the morning, and the hell training started again in the afternoon, the students in the first class of freshmen only felt that they were complaining.

Huo Yuhao maintained a relatively fast and even speed, running in front of the large army.

He likes running very much, and the simple movement of limbs constitutes this enduring sacred sport for human beings.

After awakening his soul power, his physical strength surpassed that of ordinary people, and he ran farther and farther.

The White Tiger Duke's Mansion is fifty miles away from the center of Star Luo City.

Before Huo Yuhao went to ask his cheap father Dai Haoxing about his crimes, it was when the mother and son were being suppressed, and their living conditions were very poor.

It is impossible to steal the money from the Duke's Mansion. If he wants to improve his life, Huo Yuhao can only secretly go to the city to earn some small money, and then use this small money to buy some sundries, and return to Huo Yun'er.

It was a hundred miles to go back and forth, but Huo Yuhao sneaked out in the afternoon, and he could come back before midnight.

In less than a year, he didn't know how many hundred miles he had run.

After becoming a bastard, he also took regular long-distance running as part of his cultivation.

"I said... why do you have such good physical strength? Don't you only have eleventh level?"

Huo Yuhao felt that someone was talking to him, and turned his head to look sideways. It was Wang Dong.He and Huo Yuhao marched side by side, running at the front of the team, already one lap ahead of the students at the end.

Huo Yuhao said casually: "Brother Hao has been exercising since he was a child, and he eats on time, so his health will certainly improve."

Wang Dongdao: "By the way, are your martial souls your eyes? The main body martial soul?"

"Of course." Huo Yuhao thought of the wings on Wang Dong's back when he released his martial soul, "What is your martial soul? It's a moth?"

Wang Dong: "...This is the most beautiful beast spirit on the continent, the goddess of light, Butterfly! What kind of attitude do you have!"

"Bright Goddess Butterfly?" Huo Yuhao said disdainfully, "Are you a man or a woman? Why not the Bright Butterfly?"

"You—" Wang Dong said angrily, "Don't you think my martial spirit is beautiful?"

"It's very beautiful." Huo Yuhao didn't deny this, "But if it's so beautiful, am I going to be so surprised that I'm going to worship it?"

"I'm ignoring you!" Wang Dong was so angry at his indifferent attitude, he accelerated his feet and opened the distance from Huo Yuhao.

"Little kid is childish..."

Huo Yuhao muttered, but did not catch up, and still maintained his speed.

The long lap running process is full of torment, exhaustion, heavy load, stuffy heat, boring...all tormented this group of eleven or twelve-year-old children.

But Huo Yuhao didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Fatigue - He has plenty of stamina and is maintaining a reasonable long-term pace.

Weight--thirty catties of iron clothes are nothing to him.

It's stuffy - the coldness in his body makes him feel hot, and he only sweats a little.

Boring... Not to mention, other people can only run with their heads bored, but he has been chatting with Tianmeng in the sea of ​​spirits.

At this moment, Tianmeng was rolling around on the snow like a child, talking excitedly.

"Butterfly~Butterfly~"

She stopped rolling, picked up a stick made of ice as a pen, and drew something on the snow.

"What are you doing..."

Huo Yuhao asked speechlessly.

Ever since Wang Dong demonstrated his martial spirit in the morning, Tianmeng has been so silly and cheerful.

Tianmeng drew on the snow with an ice stick, outlining a white and fat ice silkworm.

She continued to draw, adding a pair of big butterfly wings on the ice silkworm's back.

Huo Yuhao didn't need to lose consciousness, completely entered the sea of ​​spirits, and could see the scenes in the sea of ​​spirits.

He asked, "Tianmeng, what are you painting?"

"It's a butterfly~ It's a butterfly~"

Tianmeng replied excitedly: "In our ice silkworm clan, there is such a legend."

"As long as we practice for a certain number of years, we can usher in a great evolution."

"After evolution, we will no longer be ice silkworms, but will become a beautiful butterfly."

"Butterfly~Butterfly~"

Huo Yuhao really didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, but he still poured cold water on her, saying: "Tianmeng, forget it, this legend must be false."

"Hey...why?" Tianmeng was a little unwilling.

"Two reasons. First, you have practiced for millions of years. You must be the longest-lived of the ice silkworms. Have you evolved into a butterfly now?"

"No..." Tianmeng was a little low.

In fact, she also knew long ago that the legend of turning into a butterfly was simply a lie to silkworms.

"There is a second reason." Huo Yuhao continued, "Besides, even if a silkworm can evolve after breaking out of its cocoon, it will still evolve into a giant moth. How could it be a butterfly?"

Tianmeng: "..."

The same amount of time is unusually long on a boring run.

It has only been an hour and a half now, but the students in the first class of freshmen feel as if a century has passed.

bump--

Snapped--

Some students kept stopping, unable to persist, or falling down, lying down, or sitting on the playground.

They were all sweating and panting.

Sweat wets the ground and quickly evaporates in the sun.

There are only a dozen students who are still running.

Wang Dong also felt that he was reaching his limit, his feet were sore and limp.

He glanced up, and suddenly saw Huo Yuhao not far ahead.

Huo Yuhao was clearly in front of him, but he was looking at him, walking backwards with a strange movement.

Wang Dong rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was wrong.

Huo Yuhao put his hands in his pockets, and his footsteps were free and easy. He seemed to be moving forward, but in fact he was constantly retreating.

It was the weird pace he showed when he crossed the finish line this morning.

Wang Dongqiang ran up and asked, "You...what is your posture?"

"Moonwalk." Huo Yuhao snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Next time... I'm out of strength..."

After Wang Dong finished speaking, he couldn't hold on anymore, and sat down on the ground.

Pass--

Pass--

There were a few more falling sounds not far away, and Huo Yuhao was the only student standing at the moment in the entire playground.

(End of this chapter)