Come to Douluo, don't be a scumbag

Tang Muchen thinks Douluo Dalu is really a good place, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the beauties are picturesque.

Now he poked his head out in a bathroom, which was a bit funny to be honest.

"This bowl of nosebleeds, I will do it first as a respect."

This is what he said, and the nosebleed naturally did not flow down.

But the temptation of the girl in front is really, really too enthusiastic.

What was now displayed in front of Tang Muchen was a stunningly beautiful figure wearing a pair of clothes, exposing her round thighs, charming calves, and slender ankles.

The long pale pink hair flows down, covering the round buttocks, which looks very attractive.

Ning Rongrong is wearing her favorite light blue skirt and clothes today.

She likes this dress very much, and she even has many sets of this color.

His eyes trembled suddenly, as if they were back then.

He said to her: "You look good in a light blue dress, very pure."

Since then, her favorite clothes have become like this.

With a warm current flowing in his heart, he looked at the girl in front of him with deep love in his appreciation.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong happened to be facing each other, so they could clearly see Tang Muchen's eyes.

Tenderness and affection.

This is what she read in Tang Muchen's eyes.

Feeling inexplicably unhappy.

Doesn't she look good with half-undressed clothes?

Now she is wearing a bathrobe, and she is so messy, isn't it attractive enough for you?

The unconscious rise on her pretty face was beyond cute.

Because of the idea of ​​girls competing.

She pulled back her bath towel, allowing him to see clearly the outline of her bust.

The behavior was very bold, but there was no shortage of heat on his face.

[This is all about pleasing the other party. 】

[It's really exciting. 】

This is her real thought.

Ning Rongrong took off the clothes she was wearing, and the wind outside lifted her loose long hair slightly.

Slender waist, white jade back.

Tang Muchen took one last look at her.

Because if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave.

And the last Tang Muchen saw it clearly, when she folded her clothes, she squatted down slightly.

That mellow...

All in all it still has potential.

This was his last thought.

[Jing Hong's hand song is sung well. 】

……

Tang Muchen, who slipped out of Ning Rongrong's room, was walking on the stairs on the first floor.

His mind is still recalling the situation just now.

cough cough cough.

The skin-to-skin sticking of two girls with bare white and tender skin is also very exciting.

Tang Muchen had something to say: "I want to post with two girls."

Of course, this idea is still an impossible thing in my heart for the time being.

The corner of Tang Muchen's mouth curled up into a smile, just waiting for two years.

There was a cross corridor ahead, and Tang Muchen habitually turned around close to the wall.

"boom"

A loud bang.

Tang Muchen felt that he had bumped into a huge iron block, and it was the kind with extremely high density. Even Tang Muchen felt the slightest pain from the collision.

"What the hell?"

Confused, he looked in front of him.

"Ok?"

Nothing.

what happened?

I bumped into a ghost.

"I am here."

A low voice came, and the voice was slightly thick.

Tang Muchen was puzzled, seeing that the person in front of him was ordinary in appearance but revealed a strong and ferocious aura, and there were even a few deep marks on his face, he didn't look like a good person.

"Fudo Myoki."

He did recognize it.

I muttered silently in my heart: "The height gap is a bit big."

The corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes looked from the top of his head in front of himself.

"Why is there such a gap?"

He complained silently.

"It feels like Prince Fudo Ming is only 1.6 meters tall."

Don't ask him how he knew, of course the gap between the lovely Ning Rongrong and himself was just that big.

Tang Muchen seems to have discovered the truth: it turns out that Fudo Myoko's strength is inversely proportional to his height.

The strong muscles and fierce temperament in front of him are also terrifying.

"Oh, you know me?"

Zhao Wou-ki was a little surprised, he was also a person who disappeared in the world of soul masters for ten years.

Anyone can recognize themselves now.

[Could it be that my reputation is still very good. 】

He was a little complacent.

[I'm still not angry after all. 】

Of course, it was only for a moment that this thought came to his mind.

Then he seemed to remember something.

There was a smile on his face, even though he said it very creepily.

"I watched your battle upstairs before, and I feel that your strength is very good."

He started off with a compliment.

"The attack is pretty good."

"I think your strength should be far superior to these little guys like me."

He smiled.

He lifted Tang Muchen to the sky first, and then estimated what demands he would make.

Anyway, Tang Muchen thought so.

"And you seem to have something to do with Ning Rongrong from our academy, are you a boyfriend?"

His sentence was questionable, but he said it with certainty.

"Yes."

Tang Muchen nodded, he didn't have any bad feelings towards Zhao Wou-ki, it felt good to hear others keep praising him.

"We've known each other for a long time."

"That's it."

Zhao Wuji patted his shoulder.

Even though the gap is so big, he still wants to pat him on the shoulder, which looks a little funny.

"This is youth."

He let out a long breath.

"Be sure to treat other girls well."

"The female students in our college are all delicate and beautiful flowers."

The hulking guy in front of him beamed with joy.

???

Are you really Comrade Zao Wou-Ki?

Is it really that Fudo Mingo?

How does it feel like a joke.

The corner of Tang Muchen's mouth twitched.

"The female students in our college have good talents, but their strength is a bit weak."

"If possible, can you be their sparring partner?"

He winked and said, "If you show your strength in front of girls, it will be very helpful."

This Zao Wou-ki is old and outrageous.

This was Tang Muchen's true thought.

Never expected that the characters in the novel would be so unscrupulous in reality.

"It doesn't matter."

He thought about it.

"But I have a request. My companion and I will compete with you at that time."

His original intention was to practice the martial soul fusion technique, with the help of a human soul master who was close to the existence of Contra, let's try it.

Zhao Wou-ki fully agreed.

A pair of khaki eyes looked at Tang Muchen.

【The aura on his body is really too strong, far surpassing Mubai. 】

[These kids have never experienced failure. 】

[Everyone is a little proud. 】

[This time I'm looking for someone specially for you, so let me see how you failed. 】

He had a bad smile on his face.

Tang Muchen saw it.

[I always feel that this old man is a little strange. 】