Douluo Continent: Angel Saint Huo Yuhao

Chapter 133 Four Wings
Huo Yuhao couldn't help but be surprised; this was only the second time in his life that a girl had taken the initiative to talk to him.

The first time was because Xiao Xiao took the initiative to inquire about cultivation matters, so it wasn't anything special.

Is it...

'Am I good-looking?'

Huo Yuhao subconsciously touched his cheek: 'No, really... In my entire life, apart from my mother, no one has ever complimented my looks...'

"No, no! I didn't come here looking for a seat!"

Yu Mengdi hurriedly waved her hand, but couldn't help glancing at Huo Yuhao's snow-white face between her movements.

'It's made of real snow...'

'No, no... what am I thinking...'

After covering her face in frustration, she realized that Huo Yuhao had been staring at her with a rather strange look.

Their eyes met, and she coughed a few times, feeling even more embarrassed, before struggling to regain her composure: "The reason I came to see you is actually because—"

"There is a mysterious connection between us, a connection rooted deep within our martial spirits! It was by following this guidance that I came before you!"

After uttering a somewhat nonsensical declaration, the already awkward atmosphere between the two plummeted to an all-time low.

"..."

Huo Yuhao blinked, looking somewhat bewildered and helpless.

What on earth is she talking about?

Then, a belated look of terror flashed deep in his eyes, as if a threat to his innocence hung over him: 'What on earth is this woman saying?!'

"no!"

A beat too slow to realize something was wrong, Yu Mengdi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly took half a step forward, startling Huo Yuhao into shrinking even deeper into his seat.

What I really mean is—perhaps this is fate! This is a destiny-ordained encounter!

"Stop! You stop right there!"

Huo Yuhao jerked back and pushed himself further away: "Calm down first, let me calm down too, let's talk this out..."

He's only a thirteen-year-old boy, and he can't withstand so many horrifying words.

"I understand perfectly well that you don't have ulterior motives..."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao looked around again: "Also, don't you think we should change the setting and continue our conversation?"

Forehead?
Yu Mengdi, whose head was almost steaming, instantly snapped back to reality and looked at the nearly one hundred spectators around her who had been drawn to the commotion.

Especially when several of the girls' gazes darted back and forth between the two, finally giving her a meaningful smile...

"it is good…"

With a hint of despair, Yu Mengdi nodded through her tears.

Fortunately, this happened in Sun Moon City. If this had happened at Zheng Tian Academy, her life would have been over.

……

"Now you can explain slowly, right?"

Huo Yuhao led Yu Mengdi up to the edge of the training ground and sat on the edge, gazing at the horizon: "Don't worry about anyone listening in. Your voice can only be heard within a three-meter radius around me."

"Ah."

Yu Mengdi rubbed her face to regain her composure, then grabbed Huo Yuhao's wrist: "Let me confirm first... do you really have absolutely no feelings for me?"

"Shh~~"

Hearing the continuous hisses within his spiritual sea, Huo Yuhao's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. But when he looked at the other person with a belly full of complaints, he quickly realized that Yu Mengdi was not joking with him.

The sincerity and earnestness in her eyes were genuine.

'How do you feel?'

Recalling what the other party had mentioned before—the sense rooted in the martial soul—Huo Yuhao released his spiritual eye with a thoughtful expression.

'—There really is!'

However, when Huo Yuhao carefully sensed it, he discovered that the resonance did not originate from the Spirit Eye itself, but rather from a faint resonance transmitted through his spiritual power. Following the spiritual power upwards, Huo Yuhao's gaze finally pointed to the golden ball of light high in the sky.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly realizing a possibility, Huo Yuhao's breathing quickened as he gripped Yu Mengdi's wrist, his eyes burning with intensity: "Your martial soul—"

"Pu~"

As if sensing the mixed emotions of joy and sorrow and excitement of the person in front of her, Yu Mengdi gently spread her wings with a touch of tenderness on her face.

A warm, clear golden light slowly illuminated Huo Yuhao's eyes, scattering light fragments, flickering golden flames, and a blurry, gentle figure bathed in the light...

"It's an angel."

"... "

Looking at Yu Mengdi so close to him, Huo Yuhao's lips trembled slightly. In his slowly blurring vision, he vaguely saw another person's face: "...Sister...Sister?"

Ugh?
Yu Mengdi was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond for a moment, but seeing the sorrowful expression on Huo Yuhao's face, she still responded as gently as possible: "I'm here."

Swish!
In an instant, instead of warmth, a chilling aura that almost froze the soul and nearly extinguished life force suddenly descended, freezing a person's consciousness within arm's reach.

Then, as if waking from a dream, the deep chill vanished in an instant, and the area within three meters was filled with a spiritual power carrying a warm flame.

"...?"

Yu Mengdi, witnessing the changes firsthand, blinked her eyes in bewilderment.

She felt that she had only been stunned for less than half a second when Huo Yuhao, who was sitting next to her, suddenly seemed to become a different person, hiding his emotions again and no longer showing the sad look he had just had.

'What just happened...?'

Before she could come to a conclusion, Huo Yuhao composed himself and said, "I think I've found the reason."

"Have you ever heard of gods?"

God!

Yu Mengdi's expression changed. As someone with an angelic martial soul, she naturally paid special attention to the legendary story from ten thousand years ago, and instantly guessed the meaning hidden in Huo Yuhao's words.

"Who are you...?"

Yu Mengdi stood up and took a step back slightly.

"Angel's follower."

Huo Yuhao sighed deeply: "He can be considered... someone who has received the blessings of the gods."

As he actively activated it, the golden light cluster floating in the sea of ​​consciousness gradually became active, and a mysterious aura emanated from behind his head, revealing a layer of illusory light and shadow.

Perhaps ordinary people cannot see or recognize it.

But Yu Mengdi, who possessed the angelic martial spirit, saw it clearly. Her golden wings stretched out and, under the soothing holy light, ignited an even stronger flame.

A sense of reverence, originating from the depths of one's bloodline and soul, then arises.

He crouched down, touching the ground with one knee.

Yu Mengdi, as if sensing something, looked at the figure with a hint of realization:

"god……"

Thump~
Perhaps it's due to the pull and connection, perhaps it's due to the awakening from the depths of one's bloodline, or perhaps it's due to the guidance of divine radiance.

Yu Mengdi unfurled another pair of wings behind her, and a golden longsword materialized in her hand, which she lightly rested on the ground.

"It really is... a god."

With a soft murmur, it was as if I had sunk into a dream.

"Wow~"

Tang Xiaolei, carrying Ye Wuqing on his back, looked up in surprise.

"Tsk~"

Jing Ziyan bounced Ji Juechen up and looked at Yu Mengdi, who was kneeling on one knee in front of the boy, and clicked her tongue in amazement: "It's you Douluo people who play tricks."

(End of this chapter)