Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 114 Hu Yanzhen and others’ soul power breakthrough

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Ling Han lowered his head and placed a tender and cherished kiss on Wang Dong'er's smooth and full forehead.

Dong'er immediately squinted her eyes contentedly, like a cat being stroked, and made a comfortable humming sound. Her butterfly wings fluttered happily, bringing with them glistening water droplets.

Then, he turned his head and precisely captured Wang Qiu'er's slightly cool, moist and glossy lips, and gave them a light peck.

Wang Qiu'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not flinch. Instead, she tilted her head up slightly to meet him for a moment.

When Ling Han's lips left hers, the corners of her cool lips curved into a shallow, yet captivating smile. The arms around Ling Han's waist tightened, silently asserting her dominance. Her golden dragon eyes opened slightly, glancing at Wang Dong'er with a hint of barely perceptible smugness.

"I'll take you out more often in the future." Ling Han's deep voice was particularly clear in the spacious and steamy bathroom, carrying a reassuring power.

The water rippled gently, and the misty air flowed silently between the three people who were tightly embracing each other.

Wang Dong'er's light blue butterfly wings occasionally created a soft splashing sound, like a light and cheerful melody; Wang Qiu'er's long and powerful legs swayed slightly underwater, and golden scales flashed by in the shimmering water.

Outside the window, Tiandou City was ablaze with lights, a dazzling spectacle.

Dude, dunk, dunk.

A clear and restrained knock on the door pierced the barrier of moisture at just the right moment, breaking the enchanting tranquility.

Wang Qiu'er's golden dragon eyes snapped open instantly, like a sleeping dragon awakening. Her languor and allure vanished, replaced by an icy sharpness and the alertness of someone at the top of the food chain.

Wang Dong'er also stopped her little snuggling gesture and looked curiously in the direction of the door.

"What is it?" Ling Han's voice returned to its usual indifference, like jade striking against jade, carried through the steam.

A clear, calm, and unwavering voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, this is Yingyue. The four sect leaders of the Lower Four Sects have finished absorbing the soul bones, and their auras have all significantly improved."

"Hu Yanzhen of the Elephant Armor Sect has successfully fused with the head soul bone, and his soul power fluctuation has increased to the peak of level 88; Feng Bailong of the Wind Sword Sect has fused with the left leg bone, and his sword energy has become more refined and pure; Huo Yan of the Fire Leopard Sect and Hu Qianxing of the Black Tiger Sect have also successfully fused, their injuries have been fully recovered, and their soul power has improved."

"The four of them are waiting in the side hall, humbly requesting an audience with the young master to express their gratitude in person." Her report was concise and clear, without the slightest hint of emotion.

This pertains to the lower four categories.

Upon hearing the unexpected disturbance, the subtle atmosphere in the bathhouse quietly dissipated.

Wang Qiu'er's tense body relaxed again, leaning back on Ling Han's shoulder, but a trace of displeasure at being disturbed remained deep in her golden dragon eyes. Wang Dong'er blinked and muttered softly, "He's absorbed it all so quickly? That big guy Hu Yanzhen is pretty powerful."

Ling Han nodded slightly, not surprised by the news.

Ten-thousand-year-old soul bones have a significant effect on Soul Masters at the Soul Douluo level, not to mention that the items he bestows are of superior quality and have compatible attributes.

"Understood." Ling Han's voice remained calm. "Tell them to wait a moment; I'll be there shortly."

"Yes," Yingyue responded from outside the door, her footsteps quickly fading into the distance.

The bathtub returned to tranquility, but the pure, undisturbed warmth of the moment had been somewhat diluted.

Wang Qiu'er gently rested her chin on Ling Han's shoulder, her clear, cool voice carrying a hint of languid nasal tone after being disturbed, as she spoke close to Ling Han's ear: "Husband, the gratitude of those few people is only to be expected." She seemed to care little about the gratitude of the four lower sects, but more about the interrupted time.

Wang Dong'er also hugged Ling Han's arm again and said sweetly, "That's right, my husband has given them such good soul bones, of course they should serve him well!"

“However…” she rolled her eyes and revealed a sly smile, “It’s okay to make them wait a little longer, right? Husband, you can soak with us a little longer!” As she spoke, she snuggled into Ling Han’s arms like an octopus, her butterfly wings fluttering up small splashes of water.

As Ling Han felt the distinct yet equally intense affection between the two beauties in his arms, his slight annoyance at being disturbed vanished instantly.

He chuckled softly, his chest heaving, and pulled the two of them even tighter into his arms, creating a larger splash.

"Alright, let them wait." His voice carried a indulgent smile as his gaze swept over Wang Qiu'er's stunning curves, barely concealed underwater, before settling on Wang Dong'er's delicate and beautiful face. "Being with my two wives now is the most important thing."

He lowered his head and placed deeper, moist, and tender kisses on Qiu'er's and Dong'er's lips, respectively.

Having received approval, Wang Dong'er immediately snuggled closer to Ling Han like a triumphant little fox, giggling. Her pink and blue butterfly wings fluttered merrily in the water, splashing glistening droplets onto Ling Han's chest and face.

She tilted her head back, her large, bright eyes sparkling: "My husband is the best!" As she spoke, she playfully tapped Ling Han's well-defined abs with her finger, then slid it down along his smooth V-line, her fingertips glistening with the warm pool water, a tingling sensation spreading through her. Ling Han caught her mischievous hand and chuckled softly, "Dong'er, stop fooling around." Though his tone was a reprimand, his eyes were so tender they could drown a person.

On the other side, Wang Qiu'er's cool lips curved into an even more pronounced arc.

She wasn't as lively as Dong'er; instead, she nestled even closer to Ling Han, pressing her breathtaking body completely against him.

Beneath the surface, her dragon tail, covered in fine golden scales, slid silently over, carrying the coolness of the water and the unique smoothness of the scales. Like a serpent, it wrapped around Ling Han's strong calves with an irresistible force, gently caressing them, silently declaring a deeper level of possession.

Her golden dragon eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes drooped, but her gaze fell on Wang Dong'er's hand that Ling Han had caught. A faint smile and understanding flashed deep in her eyes.

She tilted her head slightly, her soft lips almost touching Ling Han's earlobe, her cool voice carrying a hint of languid nasal tone and a subtle allure: "Husband... the water temperature is just right."

As she spoke, the full, rounded curves of her chest rose and fell slightly in the water, almost brushing against Ling Han's arm, the amazing elasticity and heat transmitted through the water.

Ling Han felt the completely different 'attacks' from his left and right sides, and a dark fire ignited deep in his icy blue eyes.

Dong'er's lively and charming nature is like the bright spring sunshine, while Qiu'er's cool and alluring nature is like a deadly poppy, both of which make him addicted and unable to extricate himself.

He released Dong'er's hand and instead used his large palm to cup Wang Qiu'er's cheek that was resting on his shoulder.

The touch from my fingertips was delicate and cool, like the finest cold jade.

Ling Han gently stroked Wang Qiu'er's smooth jawline with his thumb, his gaze calmly looking into her deep, abyss-like, yet melting golden dragon eyes because of him.

The moisture condensed into tiny droplets on her long eyelashes, trembling gently with her slight blinking, like stars adorning her eyes.

"Qiu'er!" Ling Han's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a power that pierced through the mist, "Is it really just that you like the water temperature?"

His fingertips slowly slid down her graceful neckline, brushing past her delicate collarbone, feeling the terrifying power contained beneath her cool skin—powerful enough to shatter mountains.

Wang Qiu'er did not answer, but simply tilted her head slightly, fully revealing her graceful swan neck to Ling Han's gaze, like a sacred beast offering itself in sacrifice.

Her golden dragon eyes stared at him intently, churning with complex and intense emotions: possessiveness, attachment, and a deep-seated submission and yearning.

Her breathing quickened slightly, and the dragon tail that was wrapped around Ling Han's calves underwater tightened its grip.

Wang Dong'er watched from the side, and although she pouted, implying that "Sister Qiu'er is stealing the spotlight again," there was no dissatisfaction in her eyes. Instead, she showed a knowing look of "I knew it" and a hint of mischievousness as she watched the show.

She knew that she and Qiu'er were different in her husband's heart, but this difference formed a unique bond that they shared.

With a mischievous grin, she quietly submerged underwater, swimming like a nimble little fish to Ling Han's back. She stretched out her soft arms and wrapped them around his strong waist from behind, pressing her warm cheek against his broad back, feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat beneath his strong muscles.

"My husband is warmer..." she murmured, her voice coming through the water and her back, carrying a muffled sense of satisfaction.

In an instant, Ling Han was completely surrounded. In front of him was Wang Qiu'er's aloof and stunningly beautiful gaze, full of fatal allure and a silent invitation; behind him was Wang Dong'er's charming and affectionate embrace, warm and fragrant.

Ling Han let out a low, satisfied sigh, pulled Wang Qiu'er closer, lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and gazed deeply into that molten gold-like ocean with his icy blue eyes.

He fell silent, all his emotions and promises transformed into a silent, tender kiss between his lips. He slowly kissed Wang Qiu'er's slightly cool lips, no longer a fleeting peck, but a deep kiss filled with possessiveness and cherishing that ran deep into her bones.

Wang Qiu'er's long eyelashes trembled violently, and then she responded obediently, even with a hint of urgency.

Her arms around Ling Han's waist tightened suddenly, her body arched slightly in the water, offering herself up more completely.

That cold exterior melted instantly, like solid ice thrown into a raging fire, leaving only the most primal and fervent emotions flowing within.

The dragon's tail swayed unconsciously underwater, stirring up even larger ripples.

Wang Dong'er felt the intense intertwining of the two men behind her, her face flushed. Far from feeling neglected, she felt her heart race and a strange, sweet sense of participation welled up within her.

She pressed her face tightly against Ling Han's back, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat grow increasingly rapid. A shy yet excited smile curved her lips, and she tightened her embrace, as if trying to merge herself into his very being.

(End of this chapter)