Douluo Dalu: Drunk and Ruthless

"Hahaha, innate soul power level one, martial soul wooden sword, hahaha, if I were him, I wouldn't have the courage to stay in the Tiandou Empire." A series of ruthless ridicules filled Xue Qingwu's ears, and she was so immature. His hand was tightly holding the ordinary wooden sword in his hand, ferocious veins bulged on the back of his hand, his bright eyes were full of anger, and his white hair was slightly curved.

Xue Wuqing walked out of the Soul Testing Hall with heavy steps, and sat alone on the steps with his knees in his arms. The night dew wetted his white, narrow-sleeved, long-breasted brocade robe. Finally, he could no longer hold back his tears, and slowly It flowed down his face, "Wu Qinghe, why are you here?" Xue Qinghe, wearing a white robe, slowly squatted down and sat down side by side with Xue Qingwu, her right hand slowly brushed his back, Xue Qingqing raised his head slightly and looked at Xue Qinghe with tearful eyes, "Uh!" He took out a black bamboo shoot that was no more than an inch tall, with traces of fresh green emerging from the tip. "Here, take it." Xue Qinghe squeezed Xue Wuqing's hand and placed it on the bamboo shoot, "I...I There is no storage soul guide." Xue Wuqing sighed and spoke.

"Hey, why did I forget this?" Xue Qinghe suddenly rang. His imperial brother had never been welcomed by anyone. His monthly payment of three hundred gold soul coins was either taken away by his servants or by himself. He used it to help those refugees. Even when he was the richest, the soul coins he had on him would never exceed ten gold soul coins. Xue Qinghe was silent for a moment, then stood up and left. Xue Qingqing's head slowly lowered, thin. His lips pursed into a straight line, and that's right. He was so cowardly that he could only be the one to pave the way for Xue Qinghe. He was about to get up and go back to the house, when a rush of footsteps suddenly sounded, "I happen to have more, if you, my dear brother, If you don't mind, I can give it to you." Xue Qinghe's sunny voice suddenly sounded. Xue Qingqing looked up and saw that Xue Qinghe's white forehead was covered with sweat beads, and she was holding a delicate silver bracelet in the palm of her right hand, " Thank you, Brother Emperor." Xue Qingqing shed tears and spoke, taking the bracelet he handed over and stroking the body of the bracelet that was still warm from him. There were layers of fine protrusions on the bracelet, which felt very comfortable. Xue Qingqing He quietly put it on his wrist, injected his soul power, and stuffed the bamboo shoots into the bracelet.

"Today, Brother Huang will stay in your room for one night. You won't mind it, right?" Xue Qinghe said, "No." In addition to the necessary tables, chairs and a thin quilt on the bed, there were only neatly folded clothes. Xue Qinghe said with a dull expression: "Xue'er, help me get an oil lamp." Wait. After lighting the oil lamp, the whole room was beating with warm and dim light. Xue Qingqing's nose felt slightly sore. She lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep soon. Xue Qinghe pursed his lips slightly, and then his expression became dull, "Xue'er, within three hours, clean up those moths living in the palace." Xue Qinghe was truly angry this time. Three hours later, Xue Qinghe leaned on the edge of the bed, playing with a palm-sized kit, which contained tens of thousands of gold soul coins, the monthly payment for Xue Qingwu's exploitation over the years. Xue Qinghe looked sideways slightly, tied the kit around Xue Qingwu's waist, and slowly got into bed.