Douluo Dalu: The Eyes That Defy Fate

Chapter 356 The Five Fleeing Individuals and Their Exquisite Gifts

Watching the gods obey the command of destruction and depart side by side, Tang San opened his mouth several times, wanting to say something.

But when he thought of his fallen reputation and his terrible state, he had to swallow the thousands of words he wanted to say.

In the end, all alone, he could only stand at the entrance of the Temple of Poseidon.

He watched helplessly as over a thousand figures slowly disappeared into the celestial aura, muttering to himself.

"What a cruel fate has been to me! Hahaha!"

"puff!"

After experiencing a clash of divine power and being consumed by rage in a short period of time, he could no longer withstand the double injury to his divine body and soul, and coughed up blood.

Under the light of the divine realm, the blood mist filled the sky, shimmering with eerie fluorescence, staining the land of the divine realm crimson.

"No! I haven't lost yet! And I won't lose!"

"I desperately need a way to break this deadlock, even if it means using my rigid thinking!"

Struggling to support his swaying body, Tang San, bleeding from all seven orifices, kept letting out low growls, as if this would give him the strength to struggle.

"By the way! Shrek! Boss Dai and the others didn't come just now, they must have chosen to secretly side with me! They must have been coerced by the gods and couldn't openly express their stance!"

"As long as we can gather our six brothers and sisters together again, the combined power of the Seven Devils will be enough to overcome any obstacle!"

"You scoundrel! I'll show you the true terror of the Shrek Seven Devils!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

A hoarse, terrifying laugh echoed throughout the entire Sea God Realm, lingering for a long time.

Fortunately, all the gods had already left, so no one around the Temple of the Sea God enjoyed the King of Gods' smile.

Before long, Tang San finally regained a little strength, enough to stand up and return to his own doghouse.

However, some people will never understand the principle that extreme joy can turn into sorrow.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the bedroom of the Sea God Temple, he was shocked by the empty bed in front of him.

"Where did they go?!"

"Xiao Wu! Where are you?! What will I do without you?!"

"Ah! Who stole my Xiao Wu? You've already committed suicide!"

After losing his parents, Tang San once again lost the scabbard he had played with for many years.

Unfortunately, all he can do now is wreak havoc in his impotent rage.

"Ah! Ahh!"

"Boss Dai, you've been a god for so many years, how can you still catch a cold?" Oscar couldn't help but tease him when he saw this.

The radiant smile in those peach blossom eyes perfectly illustrated the natural law that "a happy event makes one feel refreshed and in high spirits."

"Screw you! How could I, a mighty war god, possibly be sick!"

Dai Mubai first raised his hand to rub his itchy nose, then laughed and scolded.

"It must be that bastard Tang San who found out we stole Xiao Wu away and is cursing me over there!"

"Speaking of which, Xiao Ao, it's not that the boss doesn't trust you, but is Rong Nianbing reliable?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing close by, all turned their gazes toward Oscar, their eyes filled with a hint of unease.

It's really not very reliable to put your brothers' and sisters' lives on someone else's belt!
"Hey! If you don't believe Lao Bing, you should at least believe me! I've never cheated you guys in all these years!"

"Besides, do we even have a way out?"

"As long as Tang San doesn't give up his ambition to rule the God Realm, whether he lives or dies is not up to us!"

The hurtful remarks left the four speechless.

Finally, he quickened his pace, carrying a large sack covered in bows, and carefully made his way to the territory of the god of emotions.

There was no way around it; the realm of gods was small, but there were many gods. Anyone with a brain could see that these few were acting suspiciously.

If someone with ulterior motives were to report this to the God Realm Committee, or even to Tang San, the Shrek Five Monsters would probably become Shrek Dead Monsters on the spot!
However, their worries were somewhat unnecessary and purely wishful thinking.

After all, everyone in the divine realm was focused on the Temple of the Sea God and the Evil Temple, the final destination that the divine realm's central hub was about to reach.

Even the priests and celestial hunters are the same; who would bother keeping an eye on the whereabouts of a few minor second-level gods?

It's not that the big shots have high standards; it's just that the people under Tang San's command are too weak.

Even if he unleashes his full power, his overall strength is at most in the upper-middle range of a second-level god.

Not to mention that their divine positions are all those with direct superiors, and the attribute suppression is there, so what kind of trouble could they possibly cause? Oscar, as Shrek's temporary intelligence chief, was certainly aware of this.

However, adhering to the principle of "better safe than sorry," he still insisted on proceeding along the less traveled routes.

Although the journey is a bit long, it's safe!
And so, without stopping, the group finally entered Rong Nianbing's house just before the God of Destruction arrived at the Evil Temple.

"What the hell are you guys carrying?!"

As a genuine first-level god, Rong Nianbing naturally could not escape the perception of the auras of several second-level gods.

The moment Dai Mubai and the others stepped into the territory, he spotted them.

He then moved to the courtyard and sat down to wait for their arrival.

However, the scene before him immediately gave him a big fright.

A coarse cloth sack, clearly the kind of sack a farmer in the lower realm would use to store grain.

Inside was an object that looked like a human.

Instead, dozens of exquisitely crafted gift wrapping bags and ribbons were wrapped around the outside.

What a bizarre configuration!
He's lived for hundreds of years, and he's never seen anything like it!

"Uh, didn't you say you'd use Xiao Wu as a pledge of loyalty? Well, here comes Xiao Wu!"

Rong Nianbing: "."

They're really just a bunch of tailors!

He's incredibly talented!

That's what he meant...
Hmm... seems to be fine. The process and the result are both correct, but the tattered sack is a bit of an eyesore.

That won’t work either!
It's a divine sword sheath, after all; it should be packaged in a large gift box to show its class!
Rong Nianbing, who aspires to reach the highest level of culinary achievement, inevitably suffers from a common ailment among elites: obsessive-compulsive disorder!

So, after enduring for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but express his opinion.

"Don't you have any nicer boxes? It's not really appropriate to send 'gifts' in sacks."

As soon as he finished speaking, Oscar suddenly realized what was going on and slapped his fist together with a 'smack'.

"Hiss, that's right! I was wondering why something felt off! Turns out I was so focused on kidnapping him that I forgot about the gift!"

"Rongrong, do you have a gift box? The best one, big enough to fit Xiaowu!"

The next second, Ning Rongrong, the former rich woman and young sect leader of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, took out an exquisite box that was about two meters long and half a meter wide and high.

"Here you go, the special box used by the nobles of Tiandou to pack female slaves, with a soft mattress inside, perfectly conforming to the body's curves!"

Everyone stared at the box on the ground, then stole glances at Ning Rongrong, who remained expressionless, and the same thought popped into their minds at the same time.

As expected of a little witch!

The things they brought with them when they ascended to the God Realm were all different from others!
What kind person would carry something like this?!

"Forget it! Rongrong, Zhuqing, I'll leave it to you two! You two are girls, so it'll be easier for you to handle it!"

"it is good!"

Upon hearing Oscar's command, the two women responded in unison, picked up the boxes and sacks from the ground, and headed into the house.

"Old Bing, let's discuss how to get there!"

"Hmm? What are you discussing? The passage has already been built, and with that powerful figure helping to conceal it, those god-kings won't find it for a while!"

"Once you're ready, you can set off immediately."

Upon hearing this, Rong Nianbing casually waved his hand, signaling Oscar and the other two, who looked anxious, to sit down and rest for a moment.

"Sigh, okay, I'll listen to you."

Oscar's timely words of comfort gave him confidence, which is why he repeatedly beckoned Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun to sit down.

"Hey, why are you calling yourself 'boss' now? Is that mysterious person very strong?"

"Very strong! I can't beat them alone. The group of us together should be able to hold them off for a few minutes."

As she spoke, Rong Nianbing waved her hand and laid out several pre-prepared desserts, then slowly began to recount what she had just witnessed.

"Most importantly, the Silver Dragon King is his lover, well, in his prime."

"Wow~ It has the Tsukutendai!"

(End of this chapter)