Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

As soon as they entered, Tang Yuehua took Ye Qiu's hand, led him to the table, and pulled him to sit down.

Ye Qiu looked at the two cups of tea on the table, still steaming.

My heart was full of surprise and uncertainty.

Just now, there seemed to be someone else in this room?!

"Have some tea..." Tang Yuehua had obviously noticed this as well, but she didn't pay any attention to it and pushed a cup of hot tea in front of Ye Qiu.

"Well, thank you!"

Ye Qiu didn't stand on ceremony, gently picked it up and took a sip, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Besides the aroma of tea, there seems to be another flavor?

Tang Yuehua didn't move, but just quietly watched Ye Qiu's every move, her eyes full of memories and showing a look of infatuation.

Sister Erlong is right; he is indeed not as mature and steady as he used to be.

Ye Qiu was starting to feel overwhelmed by her constant staring.

"Master Tang..."

"Call me Yuehua, okay?"

Tang Yuehua stared at him intently, smiling gently, her tone carrying a hint of pleading.

"Moonlight..."

"Hmm!" Just a simple word was enough to bring tears to Tang Yuehua's eyes again.

Unlike Liu Erlong, who longed to throw herself into his arms, she knew in her heart that he wasn't entirely his yet...

"Phew~" Tang Yuehua gently wiped away her tears. Suddenly, a golden ring fell from the top of her head and then unfolded.

The realm known as the Noble Circle brought a sense of calm to both Ye Qiu and herself.

"You seem a little afraid to come see me? Is it because of Tang Hao?"

Just as Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised by the wonder of her domain, Tang Yuehua smiled and asked.

"you know?!"

Ye Qiu looked at her in surprise. The two words Tang Hao that she mentioned did not seem to carry any special emotion, and he could not even be considered a relative.

"I roughly know!" Tang Yuehua nodded lightly and said calmly, "Actually, you don't need to care about whether he lives or dies, and I won't care either..."

"Why do you say that? Aren't you his own sister?" Ye Qiu asked, looking puzzled.

"I can't say!"

"..."

Tang Yuehua's voice suddenly became somewhat playful, which made Ye Qiu feel strange.

Although she looks to be only in her early twenties, she has such a playful and cute appearance, which is quite a contrast.

"Anyway... I don't owe those two brothers anything anymore!" Tang Yuehua didn't care. She was just trying to recapture the feeling she had when she was with Ye Xiu back then.

"Second Sister already told me what you wanted to know! I'm sorry... I..."

Under Ye Qiu's surprised gaze, Tang Yuehua couldn't help herself and got up to sit down next to Ye Qiu before she finished speaking.

"Would you mind if I lean on your shoulder for a moment?" Her beautiful face flushed, and she gently squeezed Ye Qiu's forearm with her soft hand, her voice trembling.

Ye Qiu turned his head and looked into her eyes, gazing at the shimmering light in her eyes, and slowly shook his head.

"Thank you~" Tang Yuehua smiled alluringly, her expression a mixture of restraint and madness. She tightly embraced Ye Qiu's arm, pulling it into her breasts, and gently leaned her head on Ye Qiu's shoulder.

Looking at the face so close to hers and smelling that long-lost fragrance, Tang Yuehua pursed her red lips, her heart filled with emotion. She wanted to take a small bite, but she couldn't muster the strength.

He could only wallow in self-pity.

With his beautiful woman by his side, Ye Qiu felt as if half of his body was stuck in the mud, unable to get out.

A delicate fragrance lingered around her nose, and strands of her hair swayed against Ye Qiu's cheeks.

Ye Qiu finally understood Cao Cao: young women really shouldn't be touched; there's only the difference between once and countless times!

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Yuehua, do you know anything about those things?"

Chapter 235 Beware of Bibi Dong

Ye Qiu didn't dwell on Tang Hao's matter, resisting the temptation, and continued the conversation from before.

Tang Yuehua shook her head apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't know much about them either..."

Ye Qiu naturally knew what she meant by "them"—they were the evil soul masters.

"I see..." Ye Qiu wasn't too disappointed; he had been prepared for this.

"However, regarding Sister Dong, although I can't say much, I can give you a heads-up!" Suddenly, Tang Yuehua leaned close to Ye Qiu's ear, gently blowing warm air, a mysterious smile on her face.

"?" Ye Qiu looked at her strangely.

"Don't let your guard down when facing the Pope of the Spirit Hall~" Tang Yuehua's eyes flashed with helplessness, and then with a hint of schadenfreude, as she slowly sat up straight.

"Isn't Bibi Dong the Pope of the Spirit Hall?" Ye Qiu's expression was even more strange. How could her address to Bibi Dong be so intimate one moment and so distant the next?

"I suppose so!" Tang Yuehua said calmly.

She would not disobey the orders given to her by Bibi Dong.

"Sort of?" Ye Qiu felt strange. Why would she tell him to be careful of Bibi Dong? Logically speaking... his relationship with her should be quite good!

While she was thinking, the pressure on her arm suddenly changed, and Tang Yuehua had stood up again.

Ignoring Ye Qiu's questions, he slowly walked to the harp in the center of the room and sat down.

He looked at Ye Qiu intently.

"That's all for the reminder! Shall I play you a piece of music?"

"Alright!" Ye Qiu suppressed his doubts and nodded gently.

Upon receiving Ye Qiu's response, Tang Yuehua smiled, her jade-like foot seemingly stepping on something.

Suddenly, soft golden light shone down from the roof.

Under the light, Tang Yuehua smiled radiantly, like a young girl experiencing first love, leaving Ye Qiu somewhat dazed.

The nimble fingers glided gently across the strings, each note flowing like a line of poetry brimming with love, creating a beautiful and moving melody.

The fingertips danced, their elegant movements as if writing an invisible poem, a musical poem that floated in the air, stirring the soul.

Ye Qiu was somewhat amazed by her superb skills. Even though he didn't understand music, he could still hear the various emotions contained in her music.

The melodious piano music first became as passionate as a young girl's, then mixed with a little sadness and melancholy, before becoming full of love, and gradually becoming calm and peaceful!

A light, peaceful, and gentle aura suddenly enveloped Ye Qiu. His mind went blank, but his eyelids slowly grew heavy.

The gentle, peaceful music suddenly stopped.

Tang Yuehua looked gently at Ye Qiu, who was now fast asleep, slumped over the table.

She got up and came to Ye Qiu's side, slowly extending her hands towards him.

Tang Yuehua actually carried Ye Qiu in a princess carry and gently placed him on the bed.

He actually looked quite relaxed.

If those students were to see this, the impact of this scene would be no less than that of Lin Daiyu uprooting a willow tree!

He placed Ye Qiu on his bed, gently covered him with the blanket, and watched him sleep soundly. He could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.

He slowly leaned down, captured Ye Qiu's lips, and gently coated them with an alluring, glossy sheen.

"I never expected you to be like this, Yuehua, acting like a lovesick woman!"

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted past the window, followed by a mocking laugh.

Tang Yuehua calmly parted her lips, cleaned up the traces she had left behind, and turned to look.

A black figure was seen sitting in the spot where Ye Qiu had been sitting, stretching.

"Speaking of which, Yuehua, your cultivation level is getting higher and higher; it's even making me sleepy..."

The newcomer had short, shoulder-length purple hair, deep, bright eyes, and a delicate, beautiful face. She wore a black leather outfit, had a tall and sexy figure, and was just as voluptuous as Zhu Zhuqing.

This person is one of the few female Title Douluos in the Soul Master world, Lingyuan Douluo, whose Martial Soul is the Fiery Lingyuan, and whose Soul Rings are two yellow, two purple, and five black. She is a level 94 Power Attack Type Title Douluo!

"Sister Lingyuan, what do you mean by 'crazy woman'..." Tang Yuehua looked at the woman in front of her, then turned to look at Ye Qiu, her fingertips gently touching the corner of his mouth, wiping away the remaining glistening tears.

At the same time, her expression was extremely gentle, her beautiful face flushed, and her voice was firm.

"I have long since become his personal property..."

Lingyuan Douluo rolled her eyes as she glanced at Ye Qiu on the bed.

"I didn't expect you to be waiting for such a small man, but he's quite good-looking!"

"But...that's no excuse for him to drink tea I've already drunk, is it?"