Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

But from some point onwards, perhaps by fate, or perhaps due to Lu Jun's own charm and the unintentional pull of his behavior, so many outstanding women unknowingly gathered around him, and their relationships were all quite complicated and ambiguous.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that everything really did happen naturally, and things developed to this point by chance. He never actively pursued anyone.

So much so that now, faced with the weeping Wu Siduo and Leng Yulai's divine assistance, Lu Jun is truly at a loss, completely unsure how to handle this complex emotional situation. This is even more troublesome than having to fight a god one-on-one.

After hesitating and struggling for a moment, seeing Wu Siduo crying even more sadly, Lu Jun finally chose to do as instructed.

He walked forward somewhat stiffly, stretched out his arms, and gently embraced Wu Siduo's delicate body, which was trembling slightly from crying.

His movements were not particularly skillful or gentle; in fact, they were somewhat clumsy.

One hand encircled her back, while the other hand patted her back somewhat awkwardly, trying to soothe her emotions in this most primal way.

"It's alright...it's all over now."

He spoke in a low voice, much gentler than usual.

"From now on, you will not be alone."

"And I, we... will all be with you."

He ultimately couldn't bring himself to say the cheesy, goosebump-inducing line that Leng Yulai had taught him: "From now on, my home is your home."

Just thinking about it makes me feel that it's too deliberate and sentimental, completely unlike what he would say.

Lu Jun sighed helplessly to himself.

To be honest, this kind of complex situation involving delicate emotions is far more troublesome for him than dealing with the enemy's schemes and tricks, or even fighting to the death on the battlefield.

He would rather face the siege of ten more gods than deal with this daunting romantic relationship problem.

However, his slightly clumsy but sincere hug and comfort were like a warm light that instantly shone into Wu Siduo's heart, which was frozen by hatred and emptiness.

Feeling the solid warmth from Lu Jun's embrace and listening to his unpretentious yet firm words, Wu Siduo finally found an outlet for the grievances, sadness, loneliness, and uncertainty about the future that had been building up in her heart for so long.

In Lu Jun's arms, she could no longer hold back. Her silent tears turned into a loud, unrestrained wail, as if she wanted to wash away all the pain and repression of the past years with her tears.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

She cried her heart out, her tears quickly soaking Lu Jun's clothes on his shoulders.

In the end, overwhelmed by emotion, she couldn't even control herself and, as if seeking some real support or outlet for her emotions, opened her mouth and bit down hard on Lu Jun's strong shoulder.

"hiss--"

Lu Jun's body stiffened abruptly, he gasped, and almost couldn't help but push her away.

Lu Jun: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, questioning the heavens.

Are you a cat?
Why did someone suddenly bite while you were trying to comfort them?

And it bit so hard!
It's like they want to tear a piece of flesh off my shoulder!

Then he suddenly realized, oh right, her martial soul is actually a Netherworld Cat and a White Tiger, essentially a big cat, so this biting behavior when she's emotionally agitated...

Does that seem to fit the habits of felines?

"It's alright now..." Lu Jun silently endured the stinging pain in his shoulder, without pushing her away. Instead, he held her trembling body even tighter, as if he wanted to transfer his strength and warmth to her, wishing he could absorb all her pain into his own body and bear it himself.

Leng Yulai, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, saw Lu Jun finally come to his senses and hug Wu Siduo, and Wu Siduo completely vented her emotions in his arms. She had an extremely gratified smile on her face, as kind as that of an old mother.

"Hmm, this child is teachable... at least my words weren't wasted."

She muttered to herself, her eyes gleaming with the shrewdness of a well-thought-out plan.

"It seems our big family will be adding another member..."

"Hmm, not bad, it's quite lively."

She nodded in satisfaction, no longer wanting to disturb the couple who were enjoying their moment, and very tactfully turned and left, leaving the space to Lu Jun and Wu Siduo, while she went to continue dealing with the other cleanup work on the battlefield.

After a brief outpouring of emotion, Wu Siduo's sobs, which had been as rapid and intense as a storm, gradually subsided, turning into soft, intermittent sobs.

She remained nestled in Lu Jun's arms, but her tense body gradually relaxed, though her shoulders still trembled slightly from her earlier excitement.

She slowly raised her head, her once bright and beautiful eyes now red and swollen like two peaches, with tears still glistening in her eyes.

Wu Siduo's gaze involuntarily fell on Lu Jun's shoulder.

There, her clothes were soaked with her tears and the blood from her bite when she lost control, and you could even vaguely see the dark red seeping through the fabric.

Seeing the masterpiece she had left behind, a flash of panic and heartache crossed Wu Siduo's eyes.

She then realized that, in order to appease her, Lu Jun hadn't used any soul power for defense, and had simply taken her bite, which was meant to vent his anger...

With his Super Douluo physique, unless he voluntarily restrained his power, her teeth could not possibly harm him in the slightest.

Realizing this, a mix of guilt, gratitude, and inexplicable emotions welled up inside me.

She carefully raised her slightly trembling hand, her fingertips gathering gentle soul power, and gently covered the teeth marks and bloodstains.

The healing light of Wu Siduo's soul power flickered, carrying a cool vitality, carefully repairing the small wound and trying to soothe the guilt in her heart.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

Her voice was hoarse and nasal from crying, barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz.

"Are you... are you alright...?"

Lu Jun felt the cool touch on her shoulder and her careful movements. Looking down at her tearful yet self-reproachful expression, he couldn't help but chuckle and comforted her in a lighthearted tone:
"It's nothing, just a minor scratch."

"If even this minor injury counts as something serious, then I'm not worthy of the title of Super Douluo. I might as well go home and farm."

He paused, his gaze softening as he looked at her, and asked softly:

"Are you feeling better now?"

Wu Siduo felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, turned her head slightly, and responded in a voice barely audible to herself, like a mosquito's hum:
"Um……"

Only after that response did she belatedly realize how intimate her posture with Lu Jun was at that moment.

She was practically nestled in his arms, her nose filled with his clean, masculine scent, mixed with a faint hint of blood and his reassuring masculine aroma.

The scent made her heart race involuntarily, her delicate body went weak, and two charming blushes quietly appeared on her cheeks, which were originally pale from crying, as if she had applied the finest rouge. (End of Chapter)