Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Tang Wulin in a panic.

When he caught the undisguised excitement on Tang Wulin's face, a surge of anger mixed with inexplicable grievances welled up inside him.

That bastard is really blinded by money!

Is this all there is to a mere 500,000?

Have some backbone, will you?

Are they not even as close as this pile of gold soul coins?

Just as Wang Dong was screaming wildly in his heart.

Tang Wulin took a deep breath, and his eyes regained their clarity.

“Still won’t work.” He shook his head, his tone firm: “There’s a difference between men and women, and this is inconvenient for both Wu Feng and me, besides…”

Tang Wulin paused, turned his head, and looked at Wang Dong, who was staring at him expectantly not far away.

Wang Dong turned her head away shyly, not daring to look directly at Tang Wulin.

He said earnestly, "Wang Dong and I are roommates, and we have developed a deep friendship over the past few days. I would not abandon my friend for a little money."

Hearing his resolute words, Wang Dong was deeply moved.

He never imagined that he held such a heavy place in Tang Wulin's heart.

A feeling mixed with surprise, emotion, and a hint of inexplicable joy quietly spread through my heart.

"One million a year."

"make a deal."

Tang Wulin couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The cold-hearted Wang Dong was exchanged for the warm Golden Soul Coins.

Hahaha.

Ning Tian was also stunned for a moment, not expecting Tang Wulin to agree so quickly.

Her limit was 1.2 million gold soul coins.

The way they looked at Tang Wulin also changed inexplicably.

This was the first time Ning Tian had ever seen Tang Wulin display such childlike joy.

Tang Wulin has never had any other hobbies since he was a child.

All I love is money.

Brothers or gold?

I love gold.

Tang Wulin gave his answer.

Ning Tian actually found Tang Wulin rather cute.

For the first time, she saw another side of Tang Wulin, no longer the flawless golden dragon genius.

Soon, with Wu Changkong as witness, the two parties signed a contract.

Three months later, after the freshmen assessment is over and they are reassigned to classes, Wu Changkong will help them change dormitories.

Of course, they're just next door, not living together.

The academy dared not arrange mixed dormitories for these hot-blooded young students, or even single rooms.

The fear is that someone might die on campus.

After signing the contract, Tang Wulin was all smiles.

One million!

That's a million!

Tang Wulin happily put away the million-dollar contract, feeling his steps become much lighter.

He turned around, ready to share his joy with Wang Dong.

But what met his eyes was a pair of pinkish-blue eyes that seemed to be spitting fire.

"what happened?"

Tang Wulin raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dong suddenly looked up, her delicate and beautiful face filled with anger and grievance at being deceived, and her eyes were even a little red!

"What's wrong! How dare you ask!" Wang Dong rushed forward, grabbed Tang Wulin's neck with both hands, and shook him violently.

Although his strength was no match for Tang Wulin.

He yelled, "You bastard, you despicable scumbag! You heartless bastard! I was really touched by you just now."

One sentence was enough to silence Tang Wulin.

"Are you a masochist? We only had a fight, and you were the one who got beaten up."

"We slept together for one night and developed feelings for each other."

Tang Wulin made a joke.

"You slept together and developed feelings for me?!"

Wang Dong got angry again, his face turning red, as if he had stepped on some landmine.

Tang Wulin was in a good mood after receiving the money and didn't pay attention to Wang Dong's overreaction.

He put his arm around his shoulder and chuckled, "Call me 'brother,' and I'll take you to Shrek City for some fun."

"You reek of money!" Wang Dong's emotions had calmed down considerably, and he pushed away the chest that was leaning towards him with disdain. "Besides, are you as old as me?"

You should be calling me brother!

The smell of money?

I?

Tang Wulin felt a little strange.

There is one thing about him that can be described with this word.

This is the phrase that Gu Yue used to scold Xie Xie.

"You love money that much?"

Wang Dong asked.

"Sigh, you don't understand. I was terrified of poverty when I was a kid. Money makes the world go round. If you give me more money, I'm happy to do you a favor."

Tang Wulin sighed.

"Really?" Wang Dong's eyes lit up.

"real."

Remember to keep your word!

Wang Dong ignored Tang Wulin and ran towards Shrek Academy's post office!

He wanted to ask his uncles for money.

Shame this bastard!

Chapter 62 Martial Soul Fusion? Er Ming Arrives!

Wang Dong still harbored resentment about Tang Wulin changing dormitories.

In particular, this guy actually put on a whole act to raise the price, and he was completely fooled.

He was genuinely moved at the time.

However, Tang Wulin quickly turned this feeling of being moved into nothing.

This guy is really obsessed with money.

Wang Dong was filled with resentment.

Of course... most importantly, he was no match for Tang Wulin!

You can only watch helplessly as the other party acts like a scoundrel and bullies you in front of you.

He had never regretted it as much as he had during this time, realizing that he hadn't cultivated properly when he was at the Haotian Sect.

If I were the Soul Master now...

snort!

However, during the time she lived with Tang Wulin...

Wang Dong also inexplicably realized that his attitude towards this guy was really unusual.

This may be related to their experiences.

But there are many deeper things involved!

Wuhun!

Wang Dong would cultivate in his dormitory, especially when Tang Wulin was also in the dormitory.

His soul power circulation speed will noticeably increase.

Wang Dong, who also came from a family with a strong academic background, secretly had a guess in his mind.

But every time I wanted to speak directly to Tang Wulin, I would see that fair-skinned face with a mischievous smile.

A surge of anger welled up inside him for no apparent reason!

And then it just fizzled out.

Wang Dong decided to wait until he advanced to the third-ring Soul Master level and utterly defeated Tang Wulin before telling him about this!

Persistence pays off; the letter he sent to Haotian Sect a few days ago finally received a reply.

My family has arrived!

Evening, Shrek City.

Night fell, and the stars twinkled like countless blinking eyes, watching the brightly lit city below.

Outside the academy gate, a fluffy, light blue head suddenly popped out.

Wang Dong's incredibly handsome face was filled with excitement. If it weren't for the no-fly zone in Shrek City, he would have loved to spread his wings and fly there.

He ran wildly until he broke through the city gate and arrived at a secluded clearing in the woods on the outskirts of the city. Only then did he stop, supporting himself on his knees and panting heavily.

Just then, from the shadowy trees ahead, a towering figure appeared silently.

The newcomer had explosive muscles that couldn't be concealed even by a gray robe. His short, needle-like hair stood on end, his face was as resolute as if carved by a knife, and his brown-yellow eyes gleamed faintly in the night.

"Haha, Xiaodong, come here and let your second dad give you a hug!"

"I've missed you so much, it's been so long!!"

Upon seeing Wang Dong, Titan's stern face immediately broke into a fawning smile, and he opened his arms to greet him.

Wang Dong awkwardly shrank back, muttering, "I'm not a child anymore..."

Titan froze, his joy instantly vanishing.

Sigh, my little darling has finally grown up!

She's not as cute and clingy as she was when she was little.

"Good, good, our Xiaodong has grown up and is a big boy now."

He moved closer, his brownish-yellow eyes scrutinizing Wang Dong.

"How are things at the academy? No one's bullying you, right? If anyone dares to make you suffer, tell your second uncle, and he'll go and get them..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But his fists, as big as earthenware pots, were clenched so tightly they were cracking, and the terrifying aura emanating from him made the surrounding air seem to freeze.