Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Heavenly Dao Umbrella, Seven Kills Annihilation

Chapter 132 The Wife's Code; The Girl with the Martial Soul Judge's Pen

Jiang Nian released his grip, looked at the five unconscious people, and didn't pay them any attention for the time being.

I'm experiencing some heart palpitations; I'll wait until I calm down before sending a few more people off to their final rest.

Qian Renxue rubbed her slightly red ears angrily, glanced at the trembling crowd around her, and finally decided to let it go and endure it in a cowardly manner.

snort!
We'll seek justice when we find a secluded place!
Honestly, all you do is bully yourself...

Jiang Nian's single glance sent the onlookers scrambling away in terror.

It's good that things are quiet now.

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. I have no way to repay you..."

"stop!"

Qian Renxue quickly scolded her and immediately transformed into a protective lioness.

"We only saved you because we couldn't stand those beasts. We don't need any reward."

"Don't even think about offering yourself to him. If he doesn't agree, I certainly won't!"

After saying that, the little golden retriever pouted, grabbed Jiang Nian's arm, and glared fiercely at the pretty girl in front of him.

She seems to be just as beautiful as Na'er, how could she allow that?
Even being a concubine is not an option!
Jiang Nian looked at the woman in front of him and felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Oh, I remembered it.

It seems that she was taken out on a trip by Bibi Dong before, and she earned a hairpin from them.

What a coincidence!

"You...you bastard! I..."

boom!
The golden retriever stepped on it again, and Tylenol went back to sleep.

Jiang Nian remained silent, a song coming to mind.

He is no longer a boy...

Forget it, if it's not true, it's not true.

Raise your hand and light a fire to burn their bodies.

While we're at it, let the little golden retriever count the spoils; even a small mosquito bite is still a treat.

Song Wei pursed her lips and looked at the girl with swaying blonde hair. Suddenly, she felt that this girl was a perfect match for the Holy Prince in front of her.

One is composed, the other is lively.

And to be a Soul Emperor at such a young age is simply unbelievable.

Who would believe that?

Jiang Nian glanced at the pretty girl and sensed a faint aura of darkness about her.

strangeness···

"Xiao Jiang, here! Put these things away."

Qian Renxue handed the storage soul tool she had looted to him, obediently waiting for praise.

Jiang Nian simply nodded, his eyes still lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

Her face, which had been full of anticipation, gradually fell into a slump. She pouted and whimpered, as if she was about to make another note in her little notebook.

"Young lady, may I see your martial spirit?"

Jiang Nian revealed a warm smile, giving people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Song Wei's pretty face flushed slightly, and she lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

The little golden retriever was displeased. He crossed his arms, tilted his head, and looked at the two of them with his puffed-out cheeks. The whole inn seemed to be filled with the smell of jealousy.

However, she had to endure it!

According to the third rule of being a good wife, you must give Xiao Jiang enough face in public and put him first when there are other people around.

If Jiang Nian knew, he would probably be completely dumbfounded. It seems like he was just rambling on and on when he had nothing better to do. He never expected that the little golden retriever would actually come up with a principle for loving his husband. How silly of him.

Song Wei raised her hand and used her martial spirit, which was a pen.

Its entire body is only two colors—black and gold.

Black is the most prevalent color, accounting for about 90%.

The entire martial spirit exudes a unique power, a kind of power similar to that of a ghost?
After reading it, Jiang Nian's pupils suddenly contracted, and then his brows furrowed slightly, indicating some uncertainty.

This...
It looks a bit like a judge's pen!
If you're not a sister, aren't you a scholar?
So you write about dead people, right?

It's worth noting that Douluo Continent doesn't seem to have the concept of the Underworld.

Nobody knows where people go after they die.

Unlike other fantasy worlds with well-developed settings, it doesn't have the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

In fact, he had long considered whether he would inherit the divine position or create his own.

The Way of Heaven, the Way of Heaven... He always felt something was missing. Now, the appearance of this judge's pen seems to have given him some clues.

But at the same time, I also have a bit of a headache.

Should I create my own underworld?

Is this a joke?

Jiang Nian suppressed the thoughts surging within him and calmed his mind.

"Okay, I've seen it."

"very good."

Song Wei: "!"

Qian Renxue: "?!?!"

The little golden retriever gritted its back teeth, glared at the boy who hadn't noticed anything, then turned its head to look at Tyrone, who was scattered about.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This guy hasn't been burned to ashes yet.

But it's okay, I'll help him.

Jiang Nian noticed that her soul power seemed to be only level 30, so it seemed that she was going out to hunt for soul rings.

Unfortunately, if I had discovered it sooner, I would have brought it back to the Spirit Hall.

Such talent is such a waste to leave unused.

Sure enough, in this world.

Anything can be used as a martial spirit.

"Young lady, would you be interested in joining the Spirit Hall?"

"Huh? Me...me?!"

Song Wei's face paled in surprise, and she looked at Jiang Nian with a somewhat astonished expression.

Did she never expect that her talent would catch his eye?
"Ah."

Jiang Nian glanced at the middle-aged man beside her.

“Your father can also be packed up and taken away.”

Song Yang: "..."

"I'm willing! But... I implore Your Highness, may I perhaps catch a glimpse of your face..."

Jiang Nian gave a soft "hmm" and slowly removed her mask.

Song Wei's pupils gradually widened, and she bit her lower lip, trying her best not to make a sound.

But how could I hide the pounding of my heart?

It really was him...
So, does that mean the woman who took her hairpin was the current Pope?!
"Holy Son, haven't we met before?"

"Mm." Jiang Nian nodded, not intending to hide it.

Since they've already recognized each other, there's no need to hide it.

But the little golden retriever didn't like what it heard.

They pricked up their ears to eavesdrop, their little hands clenching their fists with a loud snapping sound.

good good!
I actually know them!
"Take a rest today. After some time, I will personally find you a spirit ring."

"By the way, let's change inns."

After saying this, Jiang Nian tossed down five hundred gold soul coins and led the others away.

The trembling waiter poked his head out, and after they left, he collapsed onto the bar.

"I...I actually met the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall?!"

"Wait, where's the boss?"

The young man scratched his head and looked around.

"Damn it! I'm below you, you little brat, get down right now!"

"oh oh."

The two stood up and looked at the messy inn; their hearts were breaking.

However, I noticed a large bag next to me and curiously opened it to take a look. Inside, it was full of gleaming gold soul coins.

"As expected of His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

"He's here, so the upright and just official is here!"

"These bastards surnamed Tai deserve to die! I support His Highness the Holy Son!"

(End of this chapter)