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Douluo: My Soul Skills Made Tang San Cry novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185 - 185 Flender's sorrow is like a river flowing backwards!

Chapter 185 Flanders' sorrow is like a river flowing backwards!

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"Heh!"

Qian Renxue snorted coldly and stuffed the inheritance ring back.

Noticing Zhuge Lan's gaze.

Her movements paused.

She reactivated her disguise, transforming back into Xue Qinghe.

Only then did she stuff the inheritance ring back into her flat chest.

Afterwards, she looked at Zhuge Lan triumphantly.

Want to see?

No way!

Zhuge Lan found it amusing.

Although Qian Renxue had an exceptional temperament and a desire to conquer her.

The size of her chest was not even half that of Zhu Zhuqing's.

What was there to hide?

Compared to this

"I heard," Zhuge Lan teased, "that you have quite a few fans in Heaven Dou City now."

His right hand made a grasping motion, hitching his crotch.

Just like Xue Qinghe had done to him before.

[Emotion Points + 99999]

Xue Qinghe: "..."

She glared at Zhuge Lan fiercely.

Xue Qinghe turned and left.

Since she couldn't gain any advantage, she didn't want to be angry here.

"Goodbye, don't let the door hit you on the way out."

Zhuge Lan shouted—

"I'm going to hold a Dance King Competition in a few days, come and be a judge then!"

"And meet your fans."

Xue Qinghe stumbled.

Dance King Competition?

It sounded improper!

She was a dignified Crown Prince and the future successor of the Spirit Hall.

How could she go to such a place as a judge?

She stopped at the doorway.

Preparing to say a harsh word before slamming the door and leaving.

"I will definitely not"

"Let's just call it a date," Zhuge Lan added, "and after the competition, I'll unlock a new inheritance soul skill for you."

"..."

[Emotion Points + 151515]

"What did you say just now?" Zhuge Lan asked, "I didn't hear you clearly."

"..."

Xue Qinghe gripped the doorknob tightly, unable to say a word of refusal.

[Emotion Points + 141414]

She could only grit her teeth and say—

"I said, I will definitely not be late!"

Then, heavily, she slammed the wooden door.

"Bang!!!!"

Slightly dissipating the anger in Xue Qinghe's heart.

But.

She hadn't even taken a few steps.

When the small wooden house behind her "crashed" into ruins.

Xue Qinghe was shocked!

She just slammed the door, she didn't even use her soul power, it shouldn't be so flimsy, right?

Turning to look.

She saw Zhuge Lan slowly walking out, spotless, the debris automatically moving aside wherever he went.

"Soul Bone Skill · Imprisonment!"

Pushing away the imprisoned debris by moving space.

It was overkill.

But it had to be said, it was really handsome.

Xue Qinghe couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Until Zhuge Lan approached, she spoke—

"About this."

"It's not your fault," Zhuge Lan comforted, "I know you're upset, it's understandable to smash something to vent."

[Emotion Points + 44444]

Was she going to say that?

"I..."

"It's okay," Zhuge Lan interrupted again, "It's just a small wooden house, you, the dignified Crown Prince, can smash it if you want."

Xue Qinghe: "..."

Alright, alright, alright!

So this matter was going to be blamed on her, right?

"I will have someone come and rebuild an even better one!"

With a flick of her hand, she left.

Even more eager than Ning Fengzhi just now, running away quickly.

"Tsk!"

"No wonder you're master and disciple, you're really alike."

Looking back at the ruins of the wooden house.

Speaking of which.

This small wooden house was only built with ordinary trees, and after being shaken by him and Liu Erlong, it was swept by the aftershock of Chenxin's attack today.

It had long been crumbling.

Qian Renxue was also unlucky, knocking it down with one slam of the door.

"Huff—"

A heatwave struck.

Liu Erlong descended from the sky, retracting the fiery wings on her back.

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