Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

……

"Could it be..."

Before he could even utter the name, a strange buzzing sound suddenly came from the sky.

“Buzz——!!!”

The once silent night sky was instantly illuminated by a dazzling nine-colored light.

The light was sacred and magnificent, carrying a unique auxiliary divine power fluctuation, like a rainbow bridge that directly pierced through the dimensional barrier and descended from the distant divine realm to the Elf Star.

"They're here!" Xiao Wu exclaimed gleefully.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful figure dressed in a gorgeous palace gown, with her skirt fluttering in the wind, descended from the nine-colored pillar of light like a fairy descending to earth.

"Xuanming—!!!"

With a cry that was both tearful and full of surprise, the figure showed no sign of slowing down and crashed into Xuanming's arms like a small cannonball.

"boom!"

Xuanming groaned as he was hit, and instinctively opened his arms to catch the person who had hit him.

He was embraced by a soft, warm body, carrying a faint fragrance. That familiar touch, that familiar capriciousness and coquettishness…

"Rongrong?"

Xuanming looked at the girl in his arms, who was crying her eyes out and had snot and tears all over his chest, with a look of astonishment and helplessness on his face.

"why you?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, her once bright eyes now red from crying. She sobbed and defiantly pounded Xuanming's chest with her little fists.

"Waaaaah... Why can't it be me?!"

"I came in second! Second place in the draw!"

"Do you know how I spent that day in the God Realm? I watched Xiao Wu go down to have fun with you, while I was up there counting down the seconds! I was almost going crazy with worry!"

"You heartless bastard! Don't you want to see me? Do you only want to be with that rascal Xiao Wu?!"

Looking at the nine-colored goddess in his arms who started throwing a tantrum and acting completely unrefined the moment they met, Xuanming felt a headache coming on.

He glanced at Xiao Wu beside him subconsciously.

Xiao Wu had already leisurely finished dressing and was sitting to the side watching the show, her face full of "I knew this would happen" expressions.

"Alright, the handover is complete."

Xiao Wu clapped her hands and made a face at Ning Rongrong. "Rongrong, I've handed him over to you safe and sound. But... just a friendly reminder, he's currently in a post-coital state, so you'll probably have to put in some effort if you want to make any progress."

"you!"

Ning Rongrong's face turned red with anger. "Xiao Wu, you shameless thing! You used him all up and left him for me?!"

"Hehe, who told you your luck wasn't as good as mine?"

Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue, then her figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light that shot into the sky, leaving behind only a string of silvery laughter.

"I'm going back to catch up on my sleep! Have a good time, you guys!"

Watching Xiao Wu disappear into the horizon, Ning Rongrong stomped her feet in anger, but then turned her head and looked at Xuan Ming with teary eyes, her face full of grievance and expectation.

“Xuanming…”

She sniffed, buried her face in Xuanming's arms, and her voice was as soft as water.

"I don't care... the next year is mine anyway."

"You have to make up for what you owe me...double the amount!"

Looking at this spoiled brat, and recalling Xiao Wu's "warning" before she left, Xuan Ming felt a phantom pain in his waist.

lighter?

With this attitude of hers, it's probably impossible to be gentle with her.

"Okay, okay, we'll make up for it, we'll make up for everything."

Xuanming sighed helplessly, picked up Ning Rongrong, and walked towards the depths of the distant ice field.

"But... can we find a warmer place first? Aren't you cold in this freezing weather?"

"I'm not cold! I'm not cold as long as you're here!"

……

Time flies, and years pass quickly.

For mortals, ten years is a long journey, enough for a young man to grow old and a beautiful woman to age. But for Xuanming, ten years is but a fleeting moment in the divine realm, like ten days in the blink of an eye.

But this "flick of the finger" left him with an unforgettable experience.

At the summit of a sea of ​​clouds, atop a floating celestial island, Xuanming stood on the cliff edge, watching a gentle, emerald-green figure transform into a stream of light, piercing through the dimensional barrier and disappearing into the horizon.

That's Brigitte.

"Gentle? Quiet?"

Xuanming rubbed his slightly sore lower back. "In this world, you really can't judge a book by its cover, and you can't judge a beast by its appearance either."

Who would have thought that Brigitte, who usually speaks softly and feels heartbroken even if she steps on an ant, would be such a complete "unexpectedly adorable" person when it comes to this kind of thing?

Throughout the year, she was like a piece of jade that appeared gentle and smooth but was actually scorching hot; once you got involved, you couldn't shake it off. And what's most deadly is that she's a healer, and her forte is restoring and recuperating vitality.

This leads to a terrifying cycle:

Tired? No problem, Brigitte casts a life-saving heal over you, and you're instantly back to full of energy.

Overdrawn? No problem, a glimpse of the jade's light will instantly restore your energy and vitality.

Thus, Xuanming spent the year in a state where he "couldn't even faint if he wanted to" and was "forced to keep going indefinitely."

That kind of unstoppable madness almost gave him psychological trauma.

"These women... they all want to devour me alive."

Xuanming sighed, turned around and sat on the blue stone by the cliff. He casually summoned a pot of immortal wine, took a big gulp, and tried to calm his nerves.

Over the past decade, he has truly learned what it means to "explode after suppression."

From Xiao Wu's tireless nature to Ning Rongrong's spoiled demands, then to Zhu Zhuqing's wild and unassuming way of getting things done, and Shui Bing'er's extreme experience of experiencing both ice and fire...

Each one looked like a wolf that hadn't eaten for tens of thousands of years, its eyes gleaming green.

They wished they could split the year in two, spending their days playing and eating with him, and their nights... not even giving him a moment to catch his breath.

“Buzz——!!!”

Above the sky, the sea of ​​clouds surges.

The originally white clouds were instantly dyed a brilliant gold, and an aura of holiness, vastness, and majesty that inspired awe and reverence descended without warning.

It lacks the splendor of nine colors and the vitality of emerald green, possessing only the purest and most domineering light.

Golden light pierced through the clouds, and six enormous golden wings slowly unfurled in the air, each feather seemingly formed from the essence of the sun.

At the center of that light, a stunningly beautiful figure, dressed in golden palace attire and wearing an angelic crown, descended slowly, like a queen judging the world.

A thousand feet of snow.

She finally arrived.

However, the angel's expression did not seem very pleasant.

She folded her wings and landed lightly in front of Xuanming. Her golden eyes held a hint of resentment, a hint of annoyance, and a hint of barely concealed urgency.

"Oh, Your Majesty the God-King, you're still alive?"

Qian Renxue crossed her arms and looked down at Xuan Ming, who was sitting on the rock, her tone tinged with sourness, "Why does your face look a little pale?"

Xuan Ming: "..."

He subconsciously touched his face. Was it pale? That's because Brigitte had overdone it!
"why you?"

Xuanming was somewhat surprised, "I remember your luck... wasn't that good? It's only been ten years, and you've already gotten your turn?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's face darkened even further.

"You dare mention luck?!"

She glared at Xuanming through gritted teeth, "How could I, the mighty God of Angels, have such terrible luck!"

"I watched from up there as everyone behind me came down, even that late-blooming spirit beast, Bi Ji, moved ahead of me! Do you know how hard it was for me?!"

Xuanming looked at her pitiful yet stubbornly proud appearance and had a bad feeling. He remembered that Ning Rongrong was like this when she first came down.

Then, once she started acting crazy, she never stopped.

"Before we begin, let me ask you something," Qian Renxue said, her eyes slightly narrowed.

"That woman, Brigitte... although she looks honest, I've heard she's a healer. Healers are usually quite persistent."

Qian Renxue leaned closer, her golden hair falling onto Xuanming's shoulders, carrying a pleasant, sunny scent.

"Xuanming, confess honestly."

"You didn't... run out of money again, did you?"

"..." Xuanming.

Why use "used up"? Don't you think that's very impolite? (End of Chapter)