Douluo Continent: The God of Thunder Descends, Martial Soul Lei Yi

Chapter 45 Yu Xiaogang gushing forth.

"Hey? Why aren't you guys saying anything?"

Zhao Wuji picked up a chicken leg and chewed it, somewhat curious about the atmosphere inside the room.

"Good lad, you've really surprised me, Old Zhao, several times today."

Zhao Wuji scratched his head, laughed at Lei Ming, and poured himself a full glass.

"Here, let me, Old Zhao, toast you."

"Teacher Zhao, you flatter me."

Lei Ming smiled faintly, raised the drink in his hand, tilted his head back, and finished it.

To keep his mind clear at all times, he never drinks alcohol.

"That's not an exaggeration. If you hadn't saved me in that critical moment, I, Old Zhao, might have been tainted by that aura."

Zhao Wuji put down his wine cup and couldn't help but shudder as he recalled the shocking scene that had unfolded.

If he were to turn into a mad rhinoceros, and if Haotian Douluo were not around, the entire Soto City might be destroyed by his hand.

But if Haotian Douluo were here, he would probably be a lump of mud by now.

"Flanders, why aren't you saying anything? And what are you little monsters doing, all looking so dejected!"

Zhao Wuji was somewhat puzzled.

The Royal Fighting Team, who lost the Soul Battle, were all feasting, while the Shrek Seven Devils looked dejected, as if they had failed.

Confused, he scratched his head and looked at Qin Ming beside him.

Qin Ming just shrugged with a wry smile and didn't answer him.

"Oh right, thank you Lei Ming for saving Lao Zhao."

Flanders forced a smile, raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hahaha."

Zhao Wuji was completely baffled by the current situation and could only awkwardly scratch his head and chuckle.

"Oh, by the way, the master is fine, he just has a piece missing from his buttocks. It should recover with some rest, but..."

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji thought of Yu Xiaogang's situation. He looked at the chicken leg in his hand, then at Yu Xiaogang, who was lying unconscious on the sofa, and suddenly found it hard to swallow.

"But what, Teacher Zhao!"

Tang San paused for a moment, raised his head, and walked anxiously to Yu Xiaogang's side. However, he accidentally touched a soft object and was startled.

"It's not just his buttocks that's missing, but also... you know, the Nine-Heart Begonia healed him too, so the clinic inserted a tube into his groin."

"Hey! Don't take that hat off!"

Zhao Wuji also came over, patted Tang San on the shoulder and explained a few words. Then, when he saw Tang San's curious little hand, his expression changed drastically and he quickly spoke up to stop him.

But it all came too late. A yellow, foul-smelling substance sprayed all over Tang San's face, instantly turning his face a sallow yellow.

Lei Ming caught a glimpse of this scene and immediately realized something was wrong. He grabbed Shui Bing'er and transformed into a bolt of lightning, disappearing from the scene.

"What...what is this?!"

Tang San's face was covered in vomit. He opened his mouth in a daze, but unexpectedly, something went in, and he immediately collapsed to the ground and vomited.

The room was filled with a stench, and the members of the Royal Fighting Team had long since hidden in the corner, standing trembling behind Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan's martial spirit had already possessed her, and her expression was serious as if she were facing a titled Douluo. She used her poisonous mist to protect herself, her teammates, and Qin Ming.

We left the hotel room step by step.

She never imagined that her poisonous fog would one day have such an effect.

The others, despite smelling the foul-smelling fumes, did not find it unpleasant at all and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Wuji and Flander left the hotel room first, relying on their cultivation levels.

But the Shrek Seven Devils weren't so lucky.

They didn't have the poisonous fog to resist like Dugu Yan, nor did they have the speed of Lei Ming.

They could only cover their mouths and noses and run out of the house one by one.

Because Yu Xiaogang was lying on the sofa near the door, everyone felt a churning in their stomachs after leaving, and immediately vomited up all the little dinner they had eaten.

"Oh no! I told you all, this house is full of Soul Masters, we need to use good ingredients, not your grandma's leftovers that have been sitting out for three days!!!"

"Who was the disobedient cook who made this?! How come everyone has food poisoning?! Bring him here right now!!!"

The hotel manager panicked when he saw so many people running out to vomit.

He felt that he was not only at risk of losing his job, but even his life.

"Don't open the door!"

Oscar watched as the hotel manager was about to open the door and immediately shouted to stop him.

But it was too late. The hotel manager had already opened the door, and a strong stench instantly swept in.

The hotel manager felt as if he had seen his great-grandmother; the scent that went straight to his soul seemed to transport him to another world.

"Who the hell pooped inside?!"

The hotel manager, regaining his senses, turned pale and covered his mouth and nose as he opened all the windows in the room.

Just as he was about to run out, his legs were grabbed.

Looking down, he saw a small, sallow-faced person looking up at him, with something dripping from their open mouth into their face.

"Take me out of here."

"A ghost!"

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The hotel manager turned pale and kicked Tang San a long way away.

"Don't go!"

Tang San collapsed in the corner, feeling utterly weak from vomiting.

I watched the hotel manager's figure gradually disappear into the distance and the door slowly closing.

He was filled with despair, and his outstretched hand fell to the ground.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang's still-gushing body with a wry smile, he only wanted to say one thing.

This stuff is even better than the poison from the Tang Clan.

If you let him say one word to Yu Xiaogang.

That statement must be true.

Teacher, your persimmons are poisonous. Can I borrow some?

"Have we forgotten something?"

Zhao Wuji, who was running halfway, scratched his head and asked Flander, who had also stopped beside him.

"We forgot about Xiaogang and the little monsters."

Flander slapped his forehead, feeling utterly helpless.

In his desperation, he only cared about escaping himself. Xiao Gang should at least bring the little monsters back, needless to say.

"Should we go back?"

Zhao Wuji hesitated before speaking, his eyes darting away.

Honestly, he really didn't want to go back to that terrifying scene.

"Don't go back! This is also a kind of training for the little monsters."

Flander refused decisively and walked towards Shrek Academy without looking back.

Go back? Are you kidding me?

If he got sprayed in the face like Tang San, would he even want to live?

Tang San himself once said, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

Let him take his adopted father back.

"What happened?"

Shui Bing'er looked behind her with some curiosity, holding a small dessert in her hand.

She hadn't even had time to react before Lei Ming brought her out, and she had no idea what had happened.

Lei Ming smiled and whispered a few words in Shui Bing'er's ear.

"Oh! You naughty Ming! How am I supposed to eat this little cake?!"

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