Douluo: I mess around in Tangmen

After parting ways with Orange, Ye Nanxiao received news from Xiaoye No.[-].

"Zhang Peng, Scorpion Tiger Douluo? Can this be delivered to your door?" Ye Nanxiao was a little confused.

Is this Scorpion Tiger Douluo the one who has some connection with Mr. Mu?

Ye Nanxiao walked with his head lowered and fell into thinking.

If Zhang Peng was here to test the truth, then there would be many difficulties in using the "Mu Shiyi" vest. However, judging from his clone's narration, Zhang Peng's performance seemed to be eager to be recognized by the world.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, martial spirit Scorpion Tiger, is this an evil martial spirit?" Ye Nanxiao searched the memory and found that there was no impression.

A pair of straw sandals suddenly appeared in front of him. Ye Nanxiao felt that there seemed to be someone in front of him. Without thinking much, he moved a few steps and planned to continue walking.

"What do you want to do when you walk around without looking at anyone?" A chicken leg bone hit Ye Nanxiao on the head.

Familiar strength, familiar bones.

Ye Nanxiao squatted on the ground holding his head, grinding his teeth and raising his head.

Mr. Xuan picked his nostrils in a nondescript manner and turned a chicken leg bone in his hand.

"Think about something! Mr. Xuan, can we change the way we say hello?" Ye Nanxiao moved his steps and moved further away from the chicken leg bone.

Looking at Mr. Xuan, Ye Nanxiao suddenly thought that Mr. Xuan was also an old monster who had lived for many years!

"Mr. Xuan, do you know Scorpion Tiger Douluo?" Ye Nanxiao asked.

"Scorpion Tiger? Why are you asking this person?" Mr. Xuan asked with a frown.

"I heard about it by chance, and it seems to be related to Mr. Mu." Ye Nanxiao said with his eyes wide open, without blinking.

Mr. Xuan picked up the wine gourd and took a big sip. He glanced at Ye Nanxiao, whose face was full of gossip, thought for a moment and said, "This is not the place to talk."

Ye Nanxiao nodded and quickly followed behind Mr. Xuan.

Since Mr. Xuan arrived, Jing Hongchen waved his hand and divided a separate laboratory and two classrooms for the Shrek team, and the treatment was much better than before.

Entering the laboratory, all the Shrek students stood up and saluted when they saw Mr. Xuan.

Mr. Xuan waved his hand, walked to the sofa in the corner, sat down, and placed the wine gourd on the table.

"There are some things that should not be revealed to you juniors, but you have never been a peaceful person. If I didn't tell you, you would also want to investigate it yourself, right?" said Mr. Xuan.

Ye Nanxiao nodded extremely proudly.

"Hey, kid! You said you were fat and you kept it!" Mr. Xuan glared at Ye Nanxiao, closed his eyes and said.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, whose birth name is Zhang Peng, and his martial spirit is his title Scorpion Tiger. He entered the realm of super Douluo 50 years ago or 70 years ago. At that time, because of the cultivation of martial spirit, it caused quite a stir in the local area. There was a sensation, just as Mr. Mu was passing by, he simply took action and caught Zhang Peng."

"After catching it, Mr. Mu found out that Zhang Peng's martial soul Scorpion Tiger was a mutation of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. It inherited the dark attributes of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. During cultivation, it needs to suck the blood of animals to evolve. When it breaks through, He still needed to swallow more blood, so Mr. Mu concluded that he was an evil soul master, but Zhang Peng had been cultivating with great concentration and had never harmed anyone's life due to his practice, so he let him go."

Mr. Xuan picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, and said, "So, Zhang Peng promised Mr. Mu that as long as Mr. Mu is still alive, he will not be born. I don't know where you got the news from. You have also grown up. You have your own strength and channels, but you still need to be careful when it comes to evil soul masters!"

Ye Nanxiao blinked, raised his hand and asked, "Mr.

Mr. Xuan was confused by Ye Nanxiao's series of questions. After a while, he gradually understood Ye Nanxiao's questions.

"I, to be honest, I don't know." Mr. Xuan said.

"Darkness is darkness, but it is not evil. Where there is light, there is darkness. The attributes of light will be the attributes of darkness. This is a law of the world. I don't think the attribute of darkness is the evil soul master." Ye Nanxiao said lightly.

"Since there is no harm to nature or human life, is he defined as an evil soul master just because he sucks animal blood? Mr. Xuan, the hot pot I made for you last time, the vermilion duck blood is animal blood. Animals die every day. The food on our table, just for a day’s meal in the academy, consumes dozens of tons of meat. I think Mr. Mu’s definition is too hasty!”

Ye Nanxiao spread his hands and said.

Mr. Xuan's eyes flashed. He knew that Ye Nanxiao had made so many arguments just to explain that Zhang Peng was not an evil soul master. So, had Ye Nanxiao been in contact with Zhang Peng?

"Have you met Zhang Peng!" Mr. Xuan asked seriously.

Being stared at by Mr. Xuan, Ye Nanxiao felt a burst of pressure, but he could not give in.

"Not yet, but if we follow Mr. Mu's conclusion, Mr. Xuan, do you think it is possible that out of every ten evil soul masters, one will fall due to the pressure of public opinion and supercilious looks?" Ye Nanxiao stared at Mr. Xuan. eyes said.

Old Xuan's momentum froze, and he held the wine gourd in his hand and remained silent.

He couldn't give Ye Nanxiao an answer, because Shrek Academy was conducting experiments on artificial soul bones, and the Colosseum was not just set up to train students and facilitate the acquisition of soul rings.

"I can't give you the answer, but I don't think what you said is wrong." Mr. Xuan said slowly.

Ye Nanxiao stood up and said, "A great senior said that any truth must keep pace with the times. In the past, people were afraid of thunder and thought it was a punishment from God, but now, it is just a celestial phenomenon."

After saying that, Ye Nanxiao turned around and left, wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead.

To reason with Mr. Xuan, especially to change Mr. Xuan's ideas, is to bear considerable pressure.

Mr. Xuan looked at Ye Nanxiao's leaving figure, took a sip of wine and remained silent.

Ye Nanxiao's words had a big impact on him. Just because he didn't like to take care of things in the academy didn't mean that he didn't know those things.

"Darkness is an attribute, isn't it evil?" Mr. Xuan said to himself.

He knew about Zhang Peng, but that was handled by Mr. Mu. He could not and did not want to interfere.

"Does truth keep pace with the times? Maybe you are right, Xiao Xiao."

Two days later.

The Sun and Moon Palace is very large, and in Ye Nanxiao's memory, perhaps the only thing that can be described is the phrase "overwhelming pressure for more than three hundred miles".

The night breeze was slightly cool. At this moment, Ye Nanxiao was squatting on the roof of a dilapidated palace, quietly watching the two groups of men in black fighting in front of him.

A man in black holding a cross sickle flashed quickly among the crowd, bringing up snowflakes.

A bell rang, and the man in black holding a cross-scythe waved his hand, pulled out a small bottle, poured out a large amount of gray powder, and sprinkled it on the body.

Contaminated with gray powder, the body quickly turned into ash and scattered.

"Well done, this is the last batch." Orange wearing armor walked out of the darkness.

"The rest." Feng Shiyi raised his sleeves and wiped the blood on the cross sickle with cold eyes.

Orange didn't pay attention to Feng Shiyi's tone of voice, nodded and said, "In No. 12 Avenue, there is a house there that was originally the palace maid's residence."

"Let's go." Feng Shiyi disappeared from the spot.

Lan Yuning said apologetically, "Eleven may not be happy tonight, don't mind."

Orange shook his head slightly and said, "It's okay. This character is quite good. After all, the boss who quits does nothing."

Rubbing the warm ice on her neck, Orange glanced around, feeling that the bastard fox was nearby.

On Avenue No. 12 of the Royal Palace, in a maid's room, five figures were lurking in the darkness, glancing in the direction of the door from time to time.

"The time is up, there is no signal, leave quickly!" A man in black said.

The remaining four men in black nodded and were about to jump hard, but found that their feet were stuck to the ground.

"Ice? Not good! Enemy attack!" A man in black shouted, and the next second, his throat was slashed by a cross sickle, and blood poured into the trachea.

The remaining men in black were extremely decisive. They took out their weapons and slashed at their legs. Only by breaking away from the restraints could they escape.

Just when they slashed at their calves with their swords, the frost instantly spread up and wrapped them up.

"I thought someone was sitting on the sofa with the little girl in his arms, lazy and fishing." Feng Shiyi retracted her cross sickle and crossed her arms, looking at the roof.

Ye Nanxiao jumped down from the rafter, patted the ashes on his butt, and said, "Your boss is still very busy. Where does he have time to fish?"

"Oh? Really? The goddess of judgment is always around you." Feng Shiyi twirled a dart on the index finger of her left hand with a teasing tone.

"Really? You don't usually share such breaking news with me!" Orange walked in with a smile on his face, but there was not much warmth in the smile.

Ye Nanxiao shook his head slightly, "Has the focus of the matter shifted? You are conducting an arrest operation, okay ladies."

"Already caught." Orange clapped his hands.

One of the men came in carrying a large sack and threw it on the ground.

There was a sound of struggling in the sack, like a maggot writhing on the ground.

Orange nodded, and his men immediately opened the sack and poured out the contents.

A fat middle-aged man in pajamas had his hands and feet tied up, and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.

"Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Industry, do you still recognize me?" Orange said hello with a smile.

"Woo!" The deputy minister of industry's eyes were full of fear, and his fat face was covered with snot and tears.

Feng Shiyi kicked the deputy director of the Ministry of Industry in the mouth, kicked the rag away, and at the same time wiped his feet on Ye Nanxiao's legs in disgust.

"Your Majesty the Crown Princess! It's none of my business! It's all their fault! They coerced and forced me! Please spare my life, Your Majesty the Crown Princess! I have seniors and juniors!" the deputy minister of the Ministry of Industry burst into tears. said.

"Hey, does anyone still remember that I was the Crown Princess?" Orange's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was smiling with a smile on his face.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Princess! Spare my life!" the deputy minister of the Ministry of Industry wailed, twisting his body and trying to crawl to Orange's feet.

A small dagger appeared in Orange's hand, and he threw it into the mouth of the Deputy Minister of Industry.

"Don't worry, after you die, someone will replace you, and they are no exception."