Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 650 Zhu Zhuqing's Worries, Hidden Weapons

Twilight, like a veil, gently enveloped Wuhun City.

Dai Chengfeng and Zhu Zhuqing walked side by side on their way back to the Spirit Hall, each carrying several paper bags filled with trinkets they had bought while shopping that afternoon.

Along both sides of the street, the guiding lights lit up one after another, casting a warm halo of dim yellow light on the stone pavement.

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, brushing against the stray hairs on Zhu Zhuqing's forehead. She turned her head slightly to look at Dai Chengfeng beside her.

"tired?"

Dai Chengfeng noticed her gaze, turned around, and took the paper bag from her hand.

Zhu Zhuqing gently shook her head, but instead moved even closer to him, their arms almost touching.

"I'm not tired. It's just... I haven't gone shopping like this in a long time."

"There will be many more days like this in the future."

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer, but simply rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the familiar and reassuring scent emanating from him.

The unpleasantness caused by the unexpected encounter with Dai Mubai in the alley had long since vanished.

The two walked slowly, not in a hurry to return to the Spirit Hall, nor concerned about the passage of time.

Occasionally, passersby would glance at them, mostly drawn to Zhu Zhuqing's cool and aloof appearance and Dai Chengfeng's outstanding temperament. However, seeing the two behaving intimately, they would only smile knowingly and hurry past.

"Are you hungry?"

Dai Chengfeng asked, "There's a small shop up ahead that does a pretty good job."

Zhu Zhuqing looked up and saw a small shop on the street corner emitting wisps of steam, with lanterns hanging at the door swaying gently in the evening breeze.

"it is good."

The shop is small, with only five or six tables. The dinner rush had passed, and there were only two tables of customers.

The shop owner, a man in his fifties, warmly invited the two to sit down when they came in.

The two ate a simple dinner for nearly half an hour.

As he left, the shop owner smiled and said, "Welcome to come again next time." Dai Chengfeng paid an extra five copper soul coins, saying that the soup was very delicious.

Night had fallen, and there were even fewer pedestrians on the street.

The two walked slowly hand in hand, neither of them speaking, simply enjoying the tranquility.

The towering silhouette of the Spirit Hall gradually came into view, its brightly lit buildings resembling a luminous mountain peak in the night.

When I returned to my residence, it was already 11:45 PM.

"I'm going to get water."

Dai Chengfeng put down what he was holding and turned to boil water to wash up.

Zhu Zhuqing tugged at his sleeve, "Let's go together."

The bathroom wasn't large, but it was big enough for two people.

The steam from the hot water quickly spread, blurring the mirror surface and obscuring the outlines of each other.

Dai Chengfeng gently washed Zhu Zhu's hair, pressing lightly on her scalp with his fingertips.

Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his fingers, and relaxed completely.

After washing up, Dai Chengfeng wrapped Zhu Zhuqing in a large bath towel, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom.

Dai Chengfeng placed Zhu Zhuqing on the bed, then lay down himself and pulled her into his arms.

Zhu Zhuqing naturally curled up in his arms, resting her head on his arm and placing one hand on his waist.

The night was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the two of them.

Dai Chengfeng's hand gently stroked her smooth back, his fingertips tracing the hollows of her spine, feeling the delicate softness of her skin.

Zhu Zhuqing trembled slightly, but instead of pulling away, she snuggled even closer into his arms.

"Tomorrow's arena match..."

She suddenly spoke softly, breaking the silence.

Dai Chengfeng didn't stop moving. "Hmm?" "Are you confident?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at him.

Dai Chengfeng laughed, then leaned down and pecked her lips. "Do you think I'll lose?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, but her brows furrowed slightly. "I know your strength far surpasses theirs, even if you suppress your soul power to level 30. But..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I heard that Tang San has some unusual methods, something like... hidden weapons."

"It is said to be a special weapon that can be activated without the need for soul power, making it extremely difficult to defend against."

Dai Chengfeng stopped moving, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing's voice carried a hint of worry at this moment, "That thing is very insidious."

"Moreover, Tang San... his soul power is clearly not high, yet he can unleash combat power far exceeding his level, and his fighting style is completely different from ours."

Dai Chengfeng nodded, his fingers unconsciously tracing circles on her shoulder.

"The only threat tomorrow is Tang San's hidden weapons."

Although Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul is domineering, it is nothing compared to mine.

Ma Hongjun's Evil Phoenix has flaws, and Oscar's support-type attacks are nothing to fear. Only Tang San..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "His combat awareness and those strange methods certainly need to be guarded against."

"How do you plan to deal with this?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

Dai Chengfeng pondered for a moment, “The reason why hidden weapons are so terrifying is that they are unexpected.”

However, if we prepare in advance, the threat is much smaller.

So tomorrow, I won't give him a chance.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded, slightly relieved, but her brows were still not completely relaxed.

"It's better to be cautious. I always felt that Tang San wasn't that simple."

"rest assured."

Dai Chengfeng hugged her tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head. "In the face of absolute strength, any tricks are futile."

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head, accurately located Dai Chengfeng's lips in the darkness, and kissed him.

After a long while, she stepped back slightly and whispered, "Go to sleep. We have to get up early tomorrow."

"Ah."

Dai Chengfeng responded and adjusted his position to make her more comfortable.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly drifted off to sleep, her breathing becoming even and deep.

Dai Chengfeng, however, was not sleepy at all. He simply gazed at her sleeping face, gently tracing her eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, his heart filled with tenderness.

However, just as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly sensed something and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

He gently pulled his arm away from Zhu Zhuqing's pillow, got up very quietly, tucked the blanket around her, and kissed her forehead before putting on his clothes, leaving the bedroom silently, and closing the door behind him.

His room was not far away. The moment he pushed open the door, Dai Chengfeng was slightly taken aback. Then, a knowing look flashed in his eyes, along with a slightly helpless smile.

Inside the room, a person was sitting in a chair by the window.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing the person in a silvery glow.

She wore a deep purple long dress, the hem of which trailed on the ground, outlining her slender curves.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, shimmering with a dark purple sheen in the moonlight. She tilted her head slightly to look out the window; her profile, illuminated by the moonlight, was so exquisite it seemed unreal, yet it exuded an aloofness and nobility that made her unapproachable.

Hearing the door open, she turned around.

It was a face of breathtaking beauty, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and lips as red as cinnabar. Most captivating of all were its eyes.

His deep purple eyes seemed to draw one's soul into them.

At this moment, there was a faint smile in his eyes, yet it also contained an unassailable majesty.

The person who arrived was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

(End of this chapter)