Mortal Epic of Douluo

Dai Mubai originally thought that the wound on his arm was painful enough, but Zhu Zhuqing's words seemed like millions of knives were inserted into his heart. It hurt, it hurt so much!

Zhu Zhuqing, why are you avoiding me?

The anger in Dai Mubai's eyes was extinguished instantly. When he saw Zhu Zhuqing for the first time, he was also delighted from the bottom of his heart. Ever since he officially competed with his eldest brother Davis when he was ten years old, every day of his life

The whole day was spent in depression.

His talent is very good. He inherited the top White Tiger Martial Spirit in the mainland, which is innate at level 9, even slightly better than Davis, who is at level 8 and a half. However, Davis has an advantage that makes him desperate.

--age.

As the eldest son of the emperor, Davis was nearly six years older than him. The six-year gap was as big as a natural chasm!

When he left the Star Luo Empire, he was twelve years and six months old, with a soul power level twenty-eight. However, his eldest brother, who was eighteen years and eight months old at the time, was already a soul master of the thirty-ninth level, only two steps away.

Can become a soul sect.

No matter how hard he tries, how can he make up for such a huge gap?

Even if he leaves the Silla Empire, he still has the right to compete for the succession to the throne. His father, Emperor Dai Tian of the Xingluo Empire, gave him until the age of twenty-five. At the age of twenty-five, at that time he was at least a soul.

King, but what about Davis, who is six years older than him? Is he close to the Soul Emperor, or has he already become the Soul Emperor?

Dai Mubai covered his wounds. The five wounds torn by his fiancée were not deep, but some blood was slowly oozing out. It seemed that she had left her hand intact.

He looked at Zhu Zhuqing, whose face was filled with perseverance, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. The surging soul power completely converged into his body, and he said decadently: "If this is what you want, then congratulations, you are free."

Leaving these words behind, he took long strides and walked straight into the academy.

"Dai..." Zhu Zhuqing was originally ready to continue arguing with Dai Mubai, but his reaction was completely different from what he had imagined. Looking at his lonely back, he suddenly felt a little sad in his heart.

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The direct female members of the Zhu family and the direct male members of the Dai family were given missions at the moment they were born, especially the moment they completed their martial arts awakening at the age of six, their futures began to be determined.

Those with high talents will be "matched" by the elders, make an early marriage contract, and start a brutal competition between the two. In this process, the direct daughters of the Zhu family are often vassals, and they need to assist their own.

My fiancé, try your best to fight for the throne made of steel and blood.

In fact, many times, she sincerely envies her second and third sisters. Their innate soul power is only level five, five and a half. Like the second prince whose innate soul power is level six, they have completed the martial soul awakening ceremony.

At that moment, there is no need to participate in cutthroat competition.

The family will still give them enough resources so that they can grow up happily with peace of mind. Then after the battle for the succession to the throne is over, they will become important members of the family and continue to shine for the family.

But she and Dai Mubai did not have the right to choose. Even though Davis was already the almost certain successor to the Dai family, Dai Mubai was still selected as a backup just to give Davis more pressure and motivation.

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But now, Zhu Zhuqing has found another option.

"Atreus," Zhu Zhuqing turned around and looked at the black-haired boy, "On the carriage, I saw that you had written many poems. There is a short poem that contains "Freedom" that I like very much. Can you read it to me?

Do you listen?"

"Free?"

"right."

"Is it this one?" Atreus pondered his emotions. Poems should not be read mechanically, but should be full of affection. "Life is precious, and love is more valuable. If it is for freedom, both can be done."

throw."

"For the sake of freedom, both can be thrown away..."

Zhu Zhuqing smiled. This was the first time Atreus had seen her smile. Maybe she didn't know that her smile was so beautiful. It was like a wintersweet. At the moment it bloomed, the long-awaited smile

The subtle fragrance seems to make even the cold winter intoxicating.

"Hey, um, what... Si? Did you write this poem?"

Before Atreus could savor this beautiful smile, someone said something that broke the beautiful scene. This tone and voice, wasn't it Ning Rongrong?

Atreus shook his head, "No, I copied this."

"Copied? I don't believe it." Ning Rongrong held the hem of her skirt in her hand, walked around to Atreus, and looked at it carefully, "I have a brother who loves being arty. His

The library is filled with famous poetry books on the mainland, and I have read many of them. But poems of your genre are indeed very rare. Tell me, what is the poet's name?"

"forget."

Atreus didn't lie. He only remembered that this poem was translated by a writer from the Republic of China period. He couldn't even remember the name of the translator. How could he remember who the poet was?

"I forgot, I think this poem was written by you yourself." Ning Rongrong asked Zhu Zhuqing, "Um, Miss Zhuqing, you said before that he wrote many poems on the carriage, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and added: "He wrote many poems in various genres, and each poem is something I have never seen before."

Ning Rongrong waved her fist, "Huh, look! Why don't you acknowledge the poem you wrote yourself?"

Atreus was speechless. A few minutes ago, when Dai Mubai was still there, the atmosphere was tense. Why did the scene suddenly change to talk about poetry?

So Atreus ignored her, turned to Oscar, pointed to the wounds on his arms and shoulders, "Xiao Ao, here's another sausage. The effect of the previous one is almost over, and my wounds are not healed yet."

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But Ning Rongrong still persevered, or she didn't care about Atreus's attitude. She jumped over again, "Hey, can you write a few songs for me? Don't worry, I won't let you write it in vain.

, I will definitely give you a satisfactory reward. Ten... no, one hundred gold soul coins for one song, how about it?"

Atreus was a little annoyed by the little witch and sighed: "My injury is not healed yet. As long as you don't disturb me from now on, when my injury is healed, I will give you a song for free. That's fine."

Yet?"

"real?"

Atreus nodded, "More real than pearls."

"Then it's agreed that you volunteered, but it's not that I won't pay you. Well... what should I write in this poem? Is it to praise me for being smart and wise, or for my beauty, or for my extraordinary talents?

..."

Atreus sighed helplessly. This little witch was really all kinds of different. Sometimes she was extremely arrogant, sometimes she was charming, and sometimes she was weird, making it difficult for people to understand her true face.

Whatever, let her make trouble.

Atreus sat cross-legged on the spot, preparing to use meditation to speed up the recovery of his injuries and soul power. Suddenly he thought of something again, and turned back to Oscar and said: "Xiao Ao, there are not many students queuing up to sign up over there. Wait a moment.

The enrollment is almost in progress, so please send the letter that the master gave you. When I finish my meditation, I will prepare to leave. Although the director of Tiandou Royal Academy said that we can enroll at any time, it is better to go there earlier.

good."

Oscar gave a thumbs up and said, "Don't worry, just meditate peacefully and I will take care of it."

Atreus smiled and entered a meditative state after a while. Fraser and Liu Yan naturally stayed by his side after he started meditating. Zhu Zhuqing looked at it and moved his feet gently to stand.

He passed by and silently guarded him.

The chirping of cicadas on the branches makes people drowsy, and the beautiful little witch is still talking to herself. The sun is not strong today, white clouds cover half of the sky, and there is a breeze blowing from time to time, which is very pleasant.