Douluo Continent: This Soul Master is Too Bizarre and Unpredictable

Several hours later, night fell.

For Mu Yang, a level 99 Limit Douluo, not sleeping for a long time is not a big deal when there is no high-intensity battle.

Therefore, Mu Yang planned to stay awake all day until he condensed his third soul core, practicing the "Sun Body Refinement" during the day and honing his soul power control at night, so as to condense his third soul core as soon as possible.

However, reality often differs from plans. Just as Mu Yang was preparing to work through the night, an unexpected event occurred.

"Muyang, why aren't you resting so late?"

Shui Bing'er's voice reached Mu Yang's ears as he was training his soul power control on the balcony.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Mu Yang saw Shui Bing'er, dressed in a light blue nightgown, standing in the courtyard downstairs.

Since they were not yet married, Huo Lie and the other elders were worried about the negative impact, so they stopped letting Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er live together.

Mu Yang leaped off the balcony, pulled his girlfriend into his arms, and gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair. He said, "I'm preparing to condense my third soul core as soon as possible, so I won't be sleeping for a while. Bing'er, won't you be able to sleep tonight?"

"Uh, oh yes, I have some trouble sleeping."

When Mu Yang pulled her into his arms and she felt his presence, Shui Bing'er shuddered and even her speech became somewhat incoherent.

"Huh? It's not cold tonight, is it?"

Seeing his girlfriend in his arms suddenly flinch, Mu Yang was somewhat puzzled.

Could it be shyness?

That's impossible. The two have been a couple for almost ten years. Hugging and cuddling is nothing. If Shui Bing'er hadn't said that he shouldn't push his luck before the wedding, and Mu Yang hadn't insisted, he would have already taken her right there and then.

"Hmm, it seems we need to start planning the wedding."

Mu Yang thought to himself.

Shui Bing'er tightened the collar of her pajamas and said, "I just took a shower and I feel a little cold. Let's go back to the room first."

Mu Yang: "???"

cold?

You must be joking! As an ice-type eight-ring Soul Douluo, you wouldn't feel cold even in the dead of winter, let alone now, or on a snowy day.

However, Mu Yang didn't care. Since his girlfriend said she wanted to go back to her room, he naturally wouldn't object.

Cultivation?

With my sweet-smelling girlfriend in my arms, who cares about cultivation?! Anyway, it's no big deal to waste one night.

Back in the bedroom, leaning against the headboard, Mu Yang hugged his girlfriend and whispered sweet nothings to her.

Although he has a straightforward personality, he is not stupid and would not say anything that would spoil the mood.

After a while, perhaps feeling that it was about time, Shui Bing'er said, "Mu Yang, I've noticed you've been busy cultivating lately, you must be tired, right? Let me massage your shoulders."

As she spoke, Shui Bing'er pulled over a pillow, making Mu Yang lie face down, and then she sat on Mu Yang and started massaging his shoulders.

What's going on?

Feeling the weight on his back and the force coming from his shoulders, Mu Yang couldn't help but turn around and look at his girlfriend in surprise.

Although the massage technique seemed rather clumsy and didn't offer much of a pleasant experience, Mu Yang could tell that she had put in a lot of effort.

"That's strange. Bing'er is usually gentle, but not this gentle, is she?"

Mu Yang wondered to himself, puzzled.

Just then, Shui Bing'er leaned down, pressed against Mu Yang's back, and whispered in his ear, "Mu Yang, how does it feel? Was my technique alright?"

"!!!"

Feeling the softness on his back, Mu Yang's eyes widened, but amidst the shock, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

He finally understood.

Massage and all that was just an excuse. Tonight, his girlfriend was going to turn into a big bad wolf and devour him, the little white lamb!

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains into the bedroom.

A ticklish, uncomfortable sensation woke Mu Yang from his sleep.

Opening his eyes, Mu Yang saw his girlfriend gently stroking his nose with a tuft of her icy blue hair.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

He grabbed Shui Bing'er's mischievous little hand, glanced at the soul tool timer hanging on the wall, and asked with concern.

Because of his superior physical strength, Mu Yang couldn't control himself and exhausted Shui Bing'er, who had just experienced sex for the first time last night. She had only slept for four or five hours.

I'm hungry!

"Shui Bing'er" pouted and said.

"What would you like to eat?"

Mu Yang kissed her forehead and asked.

"I want to eat you!"

As she spoke, Shui Bing'er licked her lips and flipped over to sit on Mu Yang's lap.

"Uh~, again?"

Mu Yang was stunned, somewhat surprised.

I didn't realize Bing'er was so aloof.

Shui Bing'er pouted: "What, you're not up to it anymore?"

Well, they're resorting to reverse psychology now.

This is intolerable! Mu Yang was determined to show her his power again and see who was really incompetent!

With the soul bone skill of the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone: "Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze blows and it grows again in my hand," Mu Yang wasn't afraid of really messing her up.

More than an hour later, Mu Yang went to the college cafeteria to buy breakfast. After washing up, the two of them ate breakfast in the restaurant downstairs.

"Come here, Bing'er~"

Mu Yang scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge and tenderly fed it to Shui Bing'er, who was sitting in his lap.

They fed each other, one bite at a time, and felt that what was usually just an acceptable breakfast was a delicacy.

Just as the two were engrossed in eating breakfast, a blue-haired figure carrying breakfast arrived at Mu Yang's residence.

"Squeak—"

Shui Bing'er pushed open the living room door and went inside.

Inside the restaurant, Mu Yang, who was feeding his girlfriend breakfast, noticed the sound of the living room door opening and couldn't help but turn around to look.

"??? Bing'er?"

When Mu Yang saw that it was Shui Bing'er who pushed open the door, he was dumbfounded.

Of course, Mu Yang wasn't the only one who was dumbfounded. Shui Bing'er was also stunned when she saw the figure in Mu Yang's arms.

What's going on? Another me?

Coming to his senses, Mu Yang glanced at Shui Bing'er at the entrance of the living room, then at Shui Bing'er sitting in his lap, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Without a doubt, there is only one Shui Bing'er.

The question is, is the Shui Bing'er at the entrance of the living room the real one, or is the Shui Bing'er sitting in my arms right now the real one?

Recalling Shui Bing'er's madness last night in his arms, Mu Yang had a bad feeling.

Perhaps the one at the door is real, and the one in my arms is fake?

A new problem has arisen: who is the person in my arms who is most likely a fake Shui Bing'er?

"Moon?"

Mu Yang tentatively asked Shui Bing'er, who was sitting in his lap.

Mu Yang felt that only his sister-in-law, Shui Yue'er, would dare to play such a big game. (End of Chapter)