Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

They opened their mouths wide and indulged in a feast at the most expensive eighth window.

Exclamations of surprise could be heard from time to time.

"Holy crap, Xie Huanyue broke Ma Xiaotao's record!"

Even so, the final cost of the meal wasn't much.

He simply didn't believe that Tang Wulin could eat more than that pig!

After half an hour.

Wang Dong regretted it.

"Holy crap, Evil Illusion Moon's record has been broken again!"

"Here comes the real idiot!"

"Xie Huanyue's appetite is twice, no, almost three times!"

Xie Huanyue, sporting a large belly, walked over.

His greasy face was filled with reverence.

Wang Dong, on the other hand, looked ashen-faced.

"Are you even human? This is the seventh bowl of Dragon Blood Pig and Immortal Mushroom Dumplings!"

It's not a bowl, it's a basin!

Each pot costs 300 gold soul coins, and this is the seventh pot already, yet Tang Wulin still looks eager to try, showing no signs of being full.

"Then let's just forget about it," Tang Wulin smiled. "I can pay for it myself."

"No!"

Wang Dong's large, light blue eyes were bloodshot as he said fiercely, "Eat, why won't I eat!"

You have insulted my body; I will never allow you to insult my character again.

"If I, Wang Dong, say I'll feed you to your heart's content, then I'll feed you to your heart's content!"

Then, in front of everyone, Tang Wulin showed off three large bowls of dumplings.

The audience, enjoying the spectacle, kept watching and cheering.

When Wang Dong paid the money, he was so nervous he felt like his soul had flown away.

Seeing this, Zhou Sichen, the martial spirit master, chuckled and said, "You guys are really good brothers. He ate three thousand gold soul coins in one meal."

"Rich guy, let's be friends."

They ate and drank their fill.

Tang Wulin chuckled and led Wang Dong back to the dormitory.

At this moment, Wang Dong could no longer suppress his doubts.

Grabbing Tang Wulin by the collar, he pressed him for an answer again.

"Tell me right now, you've eaten all my allowance, and I still need to ask my uncles for money. If you don't tell me, I'll strangle you!"

Tang Wulin looked satisfied.

He slowly and methodically recounted his explanation of the Sea God Pavilion to Wang Dong.

Wang Dong listened in a daze, muttering to himself.

"Soul Spirit, Soul Ring Enhancement... Golden Dragon Bloodline!"

Listening to Tang Wulin's configuration.

Wang Dong visibly became disappointed.

She glanced at Tang Wulin with jealousy.

hateful!

asshole!

You bastard!

How come such powerful things are all in the possession of such bad guys?

But he quickly thought of something else.

"Does that mean I can have a soul too?"

"Of course, but you need to find a soul beast that is willing to merge with you."

Soon, a look of longing appeared on Wang Dong's face.

Tang Wulin looked at Wang Dong and said, "I've told you about my martial spirit, now it's your turn to tell me yours."

Wang Dong snorted and raised his chin slightly.

A proud gleam rekindled in those pinkish-blue eyes.

"Alright!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his soul power surged, and a dazzling blue-purple light instantly bloomed in the small dormitory room.

Those huge and magnificent wings spread out again, their wingspan almost taking up most of the dormitory space. The V-shaped patterns formed by golden light spots on them shimmered with dazzling light, making the whole room look like a dream.

"The Goddess of Light Butterfly, a top-tier beast spirit!"

Wang Dong's voice was filled with undisguised pride as he gently flapped his wings, creating a strong gust of air.

"See that? This is true beauty and power coexisting!"

Tang Wulin smiled dismissively.

"The defeated opponent is quite pleased with himself."

"you!"

Wang Dong's eyes widened as he tried to exhale, but he couldn't.

After all, Tang Wulin was right.

However, Tang Wulin had some concerns.

The Goddess of Light Butterfly.

He remembered that Shrek Academy had taught him about this kind of martial spirit.

The Goddess of Light Butterfly is the most beautiful butterfly martial soul on the continent, representing the pinnacle of beauty among beast martial souls.

The ultimate beauty.

It possesses powerful light attributes and has the ability to fly even at low levels.

But it seems he overlooked some information.

what is it?

Chapter 57 Sharing a Bed

Ah, forget it.

It's just a martial spirit; it's not really anything important anyway.

Tang Wulin shook his head, thinking to himself.

He only cared whether Wang Dong was a girl or a gay man.

He had tested the former several times using his spiritual power at the Spirit Abyss Realm.

There shouldn't be any unexpected problems.

If Wang Dong can use a disguised soul skill made from an angelic divine armor to deceive people, then he'll admit defeat.

As for gay men...

The thought of this made Tang Wulin feel nauseous and disgusted.

A trench of gratitude!

He fabricated a scandalous story about him and Yue Zhengyu.

Tang Wulin still gets angry when he thinks about it now!

He learned about it later.

Gay men generally prefer round faces, beards, and white socks, but Wang Dong in front of me is clearly not that type.

These fair-skinned, tender young men are more appealing to girls.

"Alright, that's enough chatting, I'm going to wash up."

Tang Wulin greeted Wang Dong, then picked up the basin and headed straight for the water room.

"Oh!"

They watched Tang Wulin leave.

Wang Dong's gaze quietly fell on the broken window and his bed, which was covered with a fur quilt but had collapsed due to the battle.

"Isn't anyone coming to fix it...?"

He said it quietly.

Soon, they looked at Tang Wulin's complete bed.

Wang Dong's eyes lit up.

Let's just make do for one night!

When Tang Wulin returned with the washbasin, he found the dormitory completely dark.

'This guy goes to bed so early?'

Tang Wulin muttered to himself.

Then, he fumbled to turn on the dimmer soul-guided lamp.

"Snapped!"

The soft light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the dormitory.

Tang Wulin's lips twitched.

On his bare bed, Wang Dong's conspicuous white fur rug had been laid out!

Wang Dong himself was comfortably curled up on the inside of the bed against the wall, with only his fluffy pink and blue head showing, and he looked like he was asleep.

Tang Wulin was speechless.

Why are you in my bed?

Wang Dong turned and got up, wrinkled his nose, and groggily opened his eyes a crack.

Showing no remorse for being caught, he instead muttered defiantly:

"What are you yelling about? My bed is broken, and the window is cracked. How am I supposed to sleep tonight!" He rolled over, pulled the blanket up to cover half his face, and said in a muffled voice, "You're the one who broke it. Let me, the patient, have my way today."

After saying that.

Wang Dong was secretly pleased to find that there was no movement in the room.

He thought to himself, "This Tang Wulin still knows how to cherish women."

They have some conscience.

However, before he could finish thinking about it, the bed beneath him suddenly sank!

Immediately afterwards, a fiery masculine aura approached.

Tang Wulin unceremoniously lifted a corner of his blanket, crawled in, and squeezed right next to him.

"What are you doing!" Wang Dong instantly bristled, like a startled, soft-bodied rabbit.

It suddenly shrank back towards the wall, trying to create distance.

But the single bed was already cramped, and his back immediately hit the cold wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.