In Douluo Continent, I saved Zhu Zhuqing at the beginning.

Thank you!

Flanders was overjoyed, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have been prepared.

To everyone's astonishment, he pulled two jars from his spatial soul tool and poured all the broth from under the hot pot into them!

Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes narrowed upon seeing this, and a possibility occurred to her. She thought to herself, "This guy isn't here to collect water, is he?"

"Good buddy, you've really turned out to be like this, Flander."

Sword Douluo's eyelids twitched. He sighed inwardly. "I was careless. This soup is full of the essence of various spiritual ingredients, truly good stuff. He got it all for free."

Of course, the most unhappy one is probably Big Black.

It now wishes it could reveal its true form and slap Flander to death.

That guy ate all the food, not even leaving a drop of soup.

Damn it, this guy isn't even human. He's leaving no way for dogs to survive.

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As night fell, Lin Yan had originally intended for Flander and Sword Douluo to stay, but Sword Douluo and Flander resolutely refused.

Of course. It's not that they don't want to, but rather that they dare not.

One can go to extremes in life, but not too extreme.

This holy place is great, but wouldn't spending too much time in front of the big shots get annoying?

Won't this prevent the big shot from enjoying the bliss of having multiple partners?

We're not children anymore; we need to be sensible.

So the two of them still chose to leave through the mechanism.

Once outside, Flander spoke up: "Your Majesty, I have a request to make, but I'm unsure whether I should speak it or not?"

"It's inappropriate to say that!"

Sword Douluo snorted.

“Uh…” Flander continued. “Your Majesty, I think this matter of mine is worth half a pot of soup!”

"Flander, you've come to the wrong place. If you have something to say, say it. Why bring up soup?"

Suddenly, Sword Douluo's expression turned displeased. Then, with unwavering confidence, he said, "Let me put it this way: with half a pot of clear soup, there's nothing I, Chenxin, can't handle!"

Flander: "..."

In the end, after paying the price of half a pot of clear soup, Flander asked Sword Douluo to help him obtain his eighth soul ring.

Even more unexpectedly...

After acquiring the soul ring, Flander didn't simply break through to level 81. Instead, he reached level 83 in one step.

This scene made Chen Xin's eyelids twitch. How powerful must his background be? How many opportunities must he have obtained from the big shots? Doesn't his conscience hurt?

However, on the other hand, level 80 is not as far apart as the levels after level 95.

However, Flander's level 83 strength is enough to allow him to stand firm among the Contra-level characters. He can be considered a strongman wherever he goes.

The next day.

When Swordsman and Flander arrived, they witnessed a heartbreaking scene.

They felt they had lost a hundred million and missed a tremendous opportunity!

Because breakfast time has already ended!

At this moment, this is what they saw before them.

Zhu Zhuqing was clearing away the dishes.

Lin Yan lay on the rattan chair she had woven herself. Behind her, Ning Rongrong was giving Lin Yan a shoulder massage with her delicate white hands.

It has to be said that Ning Rongrong is very savvy.

If it weren't for the immense power behind her, which might mislead others, Lin Yan really wouldn't mind taking this disciple as his own.

After all, Ning Rongrong is not only beautiful, but also knows how to get things done.

Give him a shoulder massage and a leg massage. When the grapes are ripe in a while, feed him some grapes. Doesn't he like them?

On the other hand, Sword Douluo's eyes widened upon seeing this scene. He secretly thought to himself: I've known you for over ten years, and I never imagined you were like this, Ning Rongrong.

He swore he had never seen his little devil so well-behaved.

This is a scene I could never even dream of.

This isn't a little witch, this isn't a little cotton-padded jacket!

"The weather is nice today, Qing'er. Why don't you take Rongrong out of the library and let the books air out? They've all gotten moldy in the long run."

After casually greeting Sword Douluo and the other man, Lin Yan remained calmly reclining on the rattan chair.

The sunlight felt so comforting on him that he didn't want to move and even felt drowsy.

"Ah."

Zhu Zhuqing is like that, cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

But Ning Rongrong was different. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "The library? Where is that? I've never heard of it."

"Just come."

Zhu Zhuqing said calmly. Of course, she wouldn't have a pleasant expression towards this formidable rival who was vying for her favor.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Comprehending the Precious Technique

Seeing Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing walk towards the backyard, Sword Douluo and Flander exchanged a glance and followed.

They were genuinely curious about what the big shot's book collection looked like.

It was an inconspicuous little wooden cabin. It looked to be only about the size of one room.

However, it was decorated with a grand and imposing plaque.

Above the plaque, five large characters are written horizontally.

Tiandao Library!

Heaven!

That's quite a boast.

Although they did not know what the Way of Heaven was.

However, upon seeing these large characters, they all felt a terrifying aura that seemed to surpass all living beings.

As expected, the master's artistic conception is beyond our comprehension.

"Squeak."

Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward and slowly pushed open the wooden door. The wooden door emitted a sound that made one's ears ache.

My colleague, a sense of antiquity and vastness washed over me.

At that moment, the scenery before Swordsman and Flander changed. It was as if the entire world was fading away; they saw countless lives perish, countless stars shatter, and...

Things are reborn from destruction, in an endless cycle, containing unimaginable truths that fascinate people!

"Oh no! Retreat quickly!"

Swordsman suddenly bit his tongue and woke up with a start. He then pulled Flander, who was equally engrossed in the story, along with him.

"Whoosh, I feel like my soul has been sucked away."

Flander was filled with trepidation.

"As expected of a master. This is a realm that we are not even able to comprehend. If it exceeds ten breaths, we will probably exhaust all our life force and become a pile of bones."

"If it's so terrifying, why are Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong unharmed?"

"Flanders asked."

"You must have permission from the big boss to get in. Without permission, you can't get in at all, and you'll just get lost inside and waste your life!"

Sword Douluo said solemnly.

Not long after.

Zhu Zhuqing came out first, carrying a stack of books. Ning Rongrong followed closely behind, also carrying books of the same weight.

Is that all?

Flanders asked, somewhat disappointed.

"What do you mean by 'this'? This is already a lot, okay?"

Zhu Zhuqing was speechless, giving him an expression that said, "I don't blame you for being ignorant!"

Do you really think this is a book? You're sorely mistaken. This book contains a series of bizarre and fantastical worlds.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong said, "To be precise, this is all we can get. Actually, there are a few strange books that seem to be right in front of us, but they are not ours at all."

Within reach.

"Oh, there really is such a magical book?"

"Rongrong, have you looked at those book titles carefully?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to be recalling: "I can only vaguely see that the title of a book seems to be called 'Primordial Era'!"

The primordial chaos!

The name sent a shiver down their spines. Just hearing it evoked an ancient and desolate aura.

Without a doubt, this is a wonder they cannot yet reach!

"Forget it. Those are things we can't see. Let's look at what's in front of us."

Flanders reached out and picked up a book.

However, to his astonishment, he couldn't even turn to the first page.

"How could this happen?"