Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 112 'Beggar's Version' Jade Small Jar
"It's over...it's really broken now..."

"It hit the same spot again! My God! It sounds painful!"

"It looks so painful...it's awful..."

"Did this person forget to check the almanac before going out today? This is so ridiculous!!!"

"First came the slop bucket, then the greasy basin, and finally, the 'childless' ramming...tsk tsk...!!!!"

Hearing the discussions downstairs and Yu Xiaogang's suppressed groans of pain, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er could no longer hold back, even though they felt it was a bit too tragic (especially for a man).

But thinking of Yu Xiaogang's bizarre and outrageous chain reaction, the two women finally lowered their voices, leaned on the table, and began to shake violently, their silvery laughter echoing suppressedly in the private room. Wang Qiu'er laughed until tears almost came to her eyes, her aloof image completely gone.

Ling Han looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who was curled up like a shrimp downstairs, writhing in pain, and then at the two ladies beside him who were laughing hysterically. He shook his head helplessly, but a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

Hmm, this "surprise" seems to have worked... a little too well?
Downstairs, Yu Xiaogang listened to these harsh jeers, felt the excruciating pain in his lower body that almost made him faint, and was covered in a foul stench. His mind completely collapsed! He just wanted to disappear immediately!
"Get out! All of you get out!" he roared like a wild beast, enduring the excruciating pain as he struggled to get up and escape this hellish place.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. He stumbled and rushed towards the less crowded alley without regard for anything else.

However, fate seemed to think that it hadn't played enough tricks on him.

Just as he rushed to the foot of a three-story building—

Crash——!!!
A large basin of filthy water, reeking of a strong, rancid stench and mixed with rotten vegetable leaves and greasy sewage, cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall, drenching him perfectly from head to toe!
"Ah—!!!" Yu Xiaogang let out an even more shrill and desperate scream, completely stunned by this basin of "heavenly rain". He collapsed on the cold and filthy ground, soaked to the bone, stinking, in excruciating pain in his lower body, and in a daze, like a mangy dog ​​that had been completely knocked into the mud.

A woman's panicked apology came from upstairs: "Oh dear! I'm so sorry, so sorry!"

"Oops, my hand slipped! I thought it was a dog! I didn't see anyone down there!"

But this apology is undoubtedly a greater humiliation for Yu Xiaogang.

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Yu Xiaogang's desperate wails and the unrestrained laughter of passersby became the most unique "seasoning" for Ling Han and his two companions' meal.

Wang Dong'er's face turned bright red with laughter, and even her pink and blue butterfly wings trembled slightly: "Hahaha, look, Sister Qiu'er!"

"He looked like a drowned rat that had fallen into a stinky ditch and been doused with swill! It was so satisfying!"

Wang Qiu'er could no longer maintain her aloof image, but she still elegantly covered her mouth and smiled.

Seeing the two ladies' joyful smiles, Ling Han felt extremely pleased. He raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's have another drink to celebrate this 'entertainment'." The three of them lightly clinked glasses, completely forgetting about Yu Xiaogang's miserable state, and continued to enjoy the exquisite food.

After a satisfying meal, Ling Han summoned a waiter to settle the bill. The waiter respectfully quoted a sum that would make an ordinary Soul Master family wince, but Ling Han didn't even blink. He simply took out the corresponding amount of gold Soul Coins from his storage Soul Tool and paid the bill, even giving a generous tip.

Stepping outside, the sunlight was just right. Wang Dong'er, clutching her newly bought, beautiful jewelry box, squinted contentedly, like a lazy cat.

Wang Qiu'er habitually stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Ling Han's waist again, pulling him half-close to her side, asserting her ownership.

Ling Han had long since resigned himself to his fate, while Wang Dong'er held his other hand tightly. The three of them strolled leisurely down the bustling street in an extremely eye-catching display of intimacy, enjoying their rare moment of leisure.

When Wang Dong'er saw an interesting shop or snack, she would pull the two of them over to take a look, and Ling Han would naturally oblige.

Just then, a commotion and the shouts of guards came from the front of the street.

"Where did this filthy beggar come from! Get lost! Don't offend the eyes of our distinguished guests!"

"Get out of here! It stinks!"

Several people dressed as guards of Tiandou City were seen covering their noses and using spears to drive away a filthy figure that reeked of a strong stench—it was Yu Xiaogang, who had just experienced a 'human tragedy'!
He looked even worse than before: his hair was stuck together in clumps of swill, his face was covered in vegetable leaves and mud, making his features unrecognizable, and his old robe was soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, dripping filthy liquid and emitting a nauseating mixed stench.

He clutched his still-painful groin tightly with one hand, his back bent, his steps unsteady, his eyes unfocused, as if he had suffered a tremendous blow to his spirit.

Driven away by the guards, he could only stagger backward, making incomprehensible hoarse sounds, filled with humiliation and despair.

"Pfft!" Wang Dong'er couldn't help but laugh out loud again, quickly covering her mouth, her big eyes curving into crescents. "Husband, look, he was chased away as a stinking beggar! Serves him right!"

Ling Han looked at Yu Xiaogang's dejected, like-minded dog with its tail between its legs, but felt no emotion.

This hypocrite deserved his fate. He said calmly to the two beauties beside him, "Alright, the filth has been swept away, so as not to offend our eyes. Let's go, I'll take you to buy some snacks, and then we'll go back to the pavilion."

"Okay, okay! I want to eat the Hundred Flower Cake and Cloud Pastry from 'Cake Shop'!" Wang Dong'er's attention was immediately diverted.

Wang Qiu'er nodded slightly: "Yes, I'll have some light flavors too."

The three ignored the little incident behind them, as if it were just an insignificant stain, and quickly blended into the bustling street scene, heading towards the most famous pastry shop in Tiandou City.

The sunlight shone on them, outlining a harmonious and dazzling silhouette.

To them, Yu Xiaogang was nothing more than a clown, a backdrop that added a bit of "fun" to their date, nothing more.

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Beast God Pavilion, at dusk.

Ling Han led Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, who were quite satisfied and carrying large and small bags (mainly snacks), back to the magnificent attic.

As soon as he stepped through the main gate, Long Chen's booming voice rang out:
"Young Master! Young Madam! You're back!" Long Chen strode forward to greet them, his face beaming with excitement.

"Your subordinate was just about to report back to you!"

"The people from the four lower sects have all been settled. Hu Yanzhen, Huo Yan, Feng Bailong, and Hu Qianxing are in their respective quiet rooms, fully absorbing the soul bones you bestowed upon them. Judging from the activity, they've gained quite a bit!"

(End of this chapter)