Douluo Continent, Huo Yuhao who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 217 The Gift of the Sea God (Daily)

Nothing was said that night, and dawn gradually broke.

Wang Dong, perhaps feeling unwell, decided to climb onto the bed and cling to Huo Yuhao like a koala.

Huo Yuhao felt like he was suffocating, so he pressed one hand tightly against Wang Dong's forehead to create some breathing space for himself.

The color-changing aura emanating from them had vanished. Face to face, they could hear each other's breaths, and they were both fast asleep.

Because the infirmary is located next to the path of Poseidon Lake, it quickly became lively outside the infirmary. Students from other dormitories had already finished washing up and eating breakfast and were heading to the teaching building.

The noise gradually disturbed the two who were fast asleep, and Wang Dong was the first to stir.

"Hmm." Wang Dong hummed softly, his voice tinged with a lazy, even delicate, quality. When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Huo Yuhao standing right in front of him... and Huo Yuhao's large hand pressing against his forehead.

He was stunned for a moment, then moved his body and realized that he was being held tightly by Huo Yuhao's other arm, their chests and abdomens pressed together, and he could feel the warmth coming from Huo Yuhao's body.

Wang Dong panicked and tried to struggle out of Huo Yuhao's embrace, only to find that his hands were already wrapped around Huo Yuhao's body, both of them numb from the pressure, and he couldn't let go.

"Yuhao, wake up."

"Um?"

Huo Yuhao finally woke up from his sleep and immediately saw Wang Dong in front of him. The two were so close that Huo Yuhao instinctively pulled his hand away, and Wang Dong's head immediately pressed against him.

If Wang Dong hadn't stopped himself in time, the two of them would have made a crisp sound on their foreheads.

Even so, the moment Wang Dong blinked, Huo Yuhao felt as if his long eyelashes were brushing against his face.

"Why are you on the bed? Are you trying to steal my bed?" Huo Yuhao said instinctively, and as soon as he spoke, hot breath hit Wang Dong's face.

"You..." Wang Dong was furious. He struggled and finally pulled back his numb arms. Then, he subconsciously kicked Huo Yuhao away.

"Why!"

Caught off guard, Huo Yuhao was kicked off the bed by Wang Dong and fell on his butt, his mind still not fully clear.

I am a patient, that's true, so why was I the one who was kicked off the bed?

Huo Yuhao was completely baffled, his mind was foggy, and he had no idea what had happened.

Huo Yuhao scrambled to his feet and wanted to question Wang Dong about why he had kicked him, but when he saw the prominent red handprint on Wang Dong's smooth forehead, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wang Dong sat up on the bed, slightly out of breath. He first straightened his disheveled clothes, feeling a little guilty about how he had gotten into bed in such a daze.

But seeing Huo Yuhao laughing so carefree, Wang Dong quickly found a mirror and looked at the bright red handprint on his forehead.

"Huo! Yu! Hao!"

Just as the two were arguing about whether Wang Dong had gotten into bed in a daze to make himself more comfortable, resulting in a mark on his head, or whether it was because Huo Yuhao's hands were wandering around, a piercing ringtone sounded, startling them both.

Oh no, I have to go to class.

The two of them, no longer caring about what they were arguing about, hurriedly ran towards the door of the infirmary, but because they were running too fast...

"Thump!"

A dull thud rang out as the two heads finally collided. Wang Dong was so dizzy from the impact that he almost fell to the ground, while Huo Yuhao was also left dazed.

"Wait, I'm a patient, and my sick leave hasn't expired yet."

The collision actually woke Huo Yuhao up; he didn't need to rush to class now.

Wang Dong was in a panic; he had to go to class!

Just as Wang Dong was about to fling open the infirmary door and rush out to class, he suddenly remembered the conspicuous red handprint on his forehead. He quickly weighed the options between "being scolded by the teacher for skipping class" and "having a big red handprint on his forehead," and then dejectedly found a bed to sit down.

"Huo Yuhao, you deserve to die!!!"

Wang Dong charged towards Huo Yuhao, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws.

Meanwhile, in the realm of the gods, at the Temple of the Sea God.

At this moment, Tang San was sitting upright on the Sea God's throne, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and a hint of difficulty showing on his face.

Not long ago, a huge illusory light screen appeared before him, with red dots flashing wildly, signifying that his power was frantically invading the body of the chosen one.

Since his red light had only flashed and disappeared last time, Tang San had already changed his strategy and relaxed the restraint on the power he left in Wang Dong's body.

It is extremely difficult for god-level powerhouses to interfere with the lower realms. The divine power they leave behind in the lower realms is one of the few things they can remotely control in the divine realm.

Of course, even so, due to the different flow of time, they can only give some simple instructions to the divine power they leave behind in the lower realm, such as hiding, lying in wait, guarding, attacking, and so on.

The old Sea God used this method to remotely control the power he left in the Heart of the Ocean, helping Tang San escape two life-threatening situations.

However, this time Tang San's command to his own divine power was neither to protect nor to lie low as before, but to invade.

That's why the red dots on the huge, illusory light screen in front of him started flashing wildly.

He knew that this was the effect of his all-encompassing power. The chosen one must have once again felt the 'resonance' between his and Wang Dong's power and begun to try the martial soul fusion technique.

Enjoy the gift I've carefully prepared for you.

Just as a look of compassion appeared in Tang San's eyes, he realized that the divine power he had left in the lower realm was rapidly dissipating.

impossible!

Tang San's face showed a troubled expression. There had been no gods in the Douluo Continent for tens of thousands of years. How could there be any power that could threaten his divine power? Not even Mu En could. Which of the successive leaders of the Sea God Pavilion hadn't become nourishment?

Although the power I left in the lower realm was far less than that of the old sea god, it was still far from being this kind of situation!

He had deliberately allowed the power he had left in Wang Dong's body to be fully released, so that the Chosen One would be overwhelmed and have no choice but to accept his gift. Once his divine power entered the Chosen One's spiritual sea, the power of the ocean would perfectly integrate the divine power into the other's body, with no possibility of separation!

Why not accept the gift I've carefully prepared for you?

Tang San's face returned to calm, his eyes closed, seemingly only feeling some regret, but the speed of his chest heaving suddenly increased, proving that the other party was far from calm.

Today's friend: Douluo: The Peerless Undead

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