Chapter 509: Like You! I Want to Improve So Much

Facts proved that Qian Renjue was overthinking.

Or.

It was because Ling Yuan and A Yin had played him too sensitively in the past two days.

Step into Dugu Yan’s boudoir.

In fact, nothing overly erotic happened.

Just simple
It's just kissing and touching that doesn't require much energy.

"Your Highness~"

Dugu Yan squeezed in Qian Renjue's arms, holding a golden banana chip in her mouth.

She raised her head and leaned closer, her red lips were moist, as if covered with rock sugar.

"Yanyan, there's no need to feed me like this, right?"

Qian Ren Jue laughed dryly.

At this moment, he was like a prey, being entangled by Dugu Yan on the soft sofa.

"..."

Dugu Yan didn't care.

It just tightened its grip and stared at its prey with its enchanting green vertical pupils.

His arms wrapped around Qian Renjue's neck.

The snake kiss stung his red lips, pushed the banana slice into his mouth, and dissolved it.

"Well!"

Qian Renjue's Adam's apple moved.

He grabbed the snake's tail that was lying across his arms and scratched it as if it was itchy.

The fine scales are arranged neatly and closely.

It's icy cool and very smooth.

Under Qian Renjue's hands, some snake scales trembled slightly and became warm.

Dugu Yan looked slightly tipsy and retracted his snake's tongue.

Watching Qian Renjue swallow the food, he pursed his plump red lips, his face filled with happiness.

Jade hands caressing chest
"If Your Highness doesn't like it, then Yanyan won't be fed this way."

"Um"

Qian Renjue nodded slightly.

He hugged the slender waist and gently patted the snake tail wrapped around him.

"Loosen up your tail, it's a bit tight."

"Yes ~ Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan immediately freed himself from the entanglement with his prey.

Nestled quietly in Qian Ren Jue's arms.

He lowered his eyes, watching the horror that was about to break out from the layers of snakes.
Her pretty face was covered in blood and she became timid.

Dugu Yan looked away and suddenly felt a little worried about Ye Lingling.

Lingling made so many preparations.

I wonder if you have prepared yourself mentally by starting from reality and putting yourself in other people's shoes?
There should be.
After all, Lingling and His Highness had already slept in the same bed together.

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While Qian Ren Jue was holding the beautiful snake and resting, waiting for noon to arrive.

Far away in Shrek Academy.

Yu Xiaogang almost didn't sleep all night.

He got up early, prepared some medicinal chicken soup, and came to the door of Tang San's dormitory.

Knocked on the door.

A familiar voice came from the room.

"Xiao Ao? Come in!"

Squeak!

Pushing open the door, Yu Xiaogang walked forward, carrying a bowl of chicken soup and leaning on a crutch.

Keep your voice down:

"Xiao San, how is your recovery going?"

The words fell.

Tang San immediately turned around, a look of surprise on his face.

"Teacher! When did you come?!"

While Tang San was asking, he quickly stood up to welcome Yu Xiaogang.

But the pain in his body made him grin.

"Xiao San, just lie down if you are injured. Those etiquettes are just empty talk."

Yu Xiaogang dropped his crutches, stepped forward quickly, and supported Tang San.

Looking at the bandages tightly wrapped around Tang San, there was fear in his eyes.

He urged distressedly:

"Sit down quickly."

"I came on the day you left the academy."

After answering Tang San's question, Yu Xiaogang took the food box he brought and opened it.

"I heard you were injured last night, and I came here just now because I didn't want to disturb your rest. This is the chicken soup I made especially for you, have some."

"Thank you, teacher, but I've already eaten."

Tang San looked at the food box on the table not far away with a gentle smile on his face.

"have eaten?"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned.

Following my line of sight, I saw some leftover green turtle shells on the table.

"No wonder. Was it bought by Xiao Wu?" "Yes, she did, but she was busy practicing. Ma Hongjun sent it to me."

Tang San's face was filled with shyness and tenderness.

"Heh, busy practicing? She should be busy playing around."

Yu Xiaogang said with regret that he was not as good as he thought.

Tang San laughed dryly and said: "Teacher, Xiao Wu actually works very hard."

"It's a blessing in disguise, but I still don't know how to make progress."

Yu Xiaogang had a look of regret in his left eye.

Hear the words.

The smile on Tang San's face disappeared, leaving only depression, and he thought about what happened that day again.

He hesitated and found it difficult to speak.

"Teacher, my spirit ring."

Notice the changes in him.

Yu Xiaogang stopped talking about other things and his face suddenly darkened.

"I already know it all!"

"The teacher knows?"

Tang San was a little confused. After being picked up, he still didn't have the courage to look at the spirit ring.
How he wished that everything that night was just a dream.

"Humph!"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and reprimanded in a deep voice:
"Xiao San, let me ask you, did I let you cultivate your second martial spirit?"

"No, no."

Tang San lowered his head and shook his head.

There was no smile on Yu Xiaogang's face anymore, only sadness and severity.

"Then why are you messing around?!"

"Do you know that you are wasting the talents of your twin martial spirits?"

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's cold voice.

The resentment that Tang San had suppressed in his heart surged up, and he raised his head and almost growled.

"I know!"

"Teacher, I know this is a waste of talent, but I can't do anything about it!"

"..."

Seeing Tang San’s bloodshot eyes, Yu Xiaogang was not willing to be outdone and his one eye became cloudy.

He asked in a cold voice:
"Then why did you do it knowingly?"

"Because I can't stand it anymore, because I want to improve so much!"

Tang San stared at Yu Xiaogang intently, feeling aggrieved.

It's a rare opportunity to not express my feelings.
"Teacher! Do you know how powerful the monsters in this academy are?"

"It even breaks your so-called theoretical limit!"

"And I can only bear two white rings and endure the cold stares and ridicule"

"Just like you! You're too embarrassed to even use your spirit skills!"

Listening to Tang San's words.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and anger rose.

What does it mean to be like him?
His soul skills still have some attack power, right?
"Haha. There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters."

Tang San hadn't finished speaking yet.

With a mocking look on his face, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and said sadly:

"Teacher! I used to agree with this statement."

"But now, reality tells me that this sentence is really ridiculous!"

"The facts tell me that Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit! Even without the ten-year spirit ring, it can't support my future training!"

"You still want to become a Titled Douluo and cultivate a second martial spirit? That's just wishful thinking!"

"I am a genius with full soul power! But relying on the Blue Silver Grass, my final fate will be the same as yours, teacher! I will never be able to break through again in my lifetime. Like a waste!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression became increasingly gloomy, looking at Tang San who was trying to poke his heart again.
He immediately raised his hand, swung it in a circle and threw it over.

Snapped--!
A loud and crisp sound ended Tang San's roar.

"Uh!"

A red mark was left on Tang San's face.

His head was twisted and he staggered to the side of the bed, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

My face is burning.

"enough!"

Yu Xiaogang roared angrily, his body shaking with anger.

Panting like an ox, he said:
"I used to think you were mature! Only now do I realize how wrong I was! Rumors like trash, it's only been a few years? Can't you handle it? I've been bearing it for most of my life! Haven't you endured the humiliation and made a name for yourself in theory?"

"Pooh!"

Tang San spat out blood on the bed and said in a hoarse and deep voice:

"But I'm not a teacher! I'm obviously not a waste!"

"you!"

Yu Xiaogang's blood pressure soared, his face turned red, and he pointed at Tang San, unable to speak.

There is absolutely no way to refute it.

If he could continue to practice, who would choose to go the theoretical route to prove the truth?
But Yu Xiaogang was very angry.

"Traitor! You don't repent and still dare to make excuses!"

"You better calm down."

"Come out, Luo Sanpao! Your farts are as loud as thunder and can hypnotize the sleeping Luo Sanpao!"

puff--!
(End of this chapter)