Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Trying to outmuscle Hua Bin, who possesses the White Tiger Martial Soul?!

But the next moment.

Click!

A piercing sound of bones cracking rang out.

But to Zhu Lu's surprise, it wasn't Tang Wulin whose hand bones were crushed, but Dai Huabin!

Dai Huabin's face was flushed!

He stared in disbelief at the smiling boy of the same age in front of him.

He still harbored resentment.

Originally, he intended to take revenge on the other party and break their hand bones.

As soon as Dai Huabin exerted his strength, he discovered that Tang Wulin's hands were practically made of steel.

The surface of the palm also emitted a layer of dark golden light.

My palm felt like it was being squeezed into a meat grinder.

As Tang Wulin swung his arm, the bones in his palms kept slightly dislocating and rubbing back and forth, causing a spasmodic pain that was completely unbearable for an ordinary person!

Dai Huabin desperately tried to release his soul power.

It wants to unleash its tiger claws.

However, suppressed by that layer of dark golden light, it could not be released no matter what.

He could barely bear it and was about to scream in pain.

Don't shout!

Dai Huabin's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

He straightened his back.

His back and waist were as if they were made of steel.

Still a Bristleback.

It would be too embarrassing to scream or bend over today.

Comfortable!

Looking at Dai Huabin, who looked like he had eaten shit but was still trying to swallow it down.

Wang Dong beamed with joy.

His face was full of schadenfreude.

In this academy, apart from Xu Sanshi and Bei Bei, who had been thoroughly beaten up, he was probably the only one who truly understood just how terrifying Tang Wulin's power was.

Trying to outmuscle Tang Wulin is foolish.

Finally, Tang Wulin released his hand with a smile.

hiss!

Dai Huabin gasped and fell backward.

If Zhu Lu hadn't been there to support him, he probably would have collapsed to the ground.

"Hua Bin".

Zhu Lu was terrified.

He never expected that this nobody would push Dai Huabin to this point.

"Don't help me!"

Dai Huabin spoke with a hint of exasperation as he shook off Zhu Lu's hand.

He glared at Tang Wulin and said in a deep voice, "See you at the freshman assessment!"

"it is good."

Tang Wulin didn't even glance at him.

Dai Huabin felt his breathing stop and his vision go black.

He left the cafeteria with his head down and without saying a word.

Zhu Lu gritted her teeth and followed.

Upon seeing this, Cui Yajie, the nine-tailed fox soul master, gazed at Tang Wulin's handsome face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom, and became somewhat infatuated.

She pressed her finger to her red lips and blew Tang Wulin a kiss.

He whispered, "Wow, impressive, handsome guy."

She then quickly left.

After all, Cui Yajie, Dai Huabin, and Zhu Lu were in the same team.

Wang Dong jumped three feet high.

She grabbed Tang Wulin by the neck, her long legs hooking around his waist.

She hugged Tang Wulin like a koala.

This really made him proud.

Tang Wulin did not reject Wang Dong.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Am I handsome?"

"This feels so good!"

"So cool!" Wang Dong beamed.

He wanted nothing more than to grab Tang Wulin's face and shower him with kisses.

That really gave him a huge venting of his anger.

But soon, Tang Wulin's words stunned Wang Dong.

"How much perfume do you wear every day...?"

"Forehead..."

Wang Dong's body trembled instantly, and an electric shock-like sensation shot through the point of contact between them.

This made Wang Dong extremely embarrassed.

OMG!

What am I doing!

He quickly jumped off Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin didn't notice.

But Wang Dong caught a whiff of the faint night-blooming jasmine scent on Tang Wulin.

He remembered what he had been worried about these past few days.

The question that had initially made me shy was instantly forgotten.

Instead, it stuck its head out and sniffed Tang Wulin's neck and clothes.

The cool, melodious sound of night-blooming jasmine seemed to permeate almost the entire body.

He frowned slightly, looked at Tang Wulin with a serious expression, and said, "Ma Xiaotao didn't do anything to you, did she?"

Upon hearing this...

Tang Wulin coughed twice, his expression unnatural.

"No, no, it was just suppressing the evil fire, nothing happened."

"real?!"

Perhaps it was his sixth sense, but Wang Dong instantly sensed something unnatural about Tang Wulin.

Her light blue eyes were fixed on Tang Wulin.

What if Tang Wulin is still a culinary enthusiast?

Wang Dong was filled with anxiety, but he tried to reassure himself.

Her large, watery, light blue eyes stared directly at Tang Wulin, hoping for a positive answer.

As a result, Tang Wulin turned his head away somewhat guiltily.

I couldn't help but think of what happened at the Sea God Pavilion last night.

Chapter 71 What if Tang Wulin is still a culinary boy?

Tang Wulin was still immersed in the tenderness of that night as he recalled this.

He suddenly felt a little scared of the image of Gu Yue coming to Shrek Academy to find him.

He never thought of it.

It's unbelievable that there are other women in my life.

Ugh...

Back to reality, we see Tang Wulin with a wistful expression.

Wang Dong immediately became anxious.

That damned wicked woman, what did she do to Tang Wulin?!

Tang Wulin also got anxious.

After all, this was not something he could be proud of.

"What kind of filthy garbage is in your head?!"

One sentence was enough to shut Wang Dong up.

"You heartless bastard!" His voice suddenly rose several octaves. "You don't know what's good for you! I was just worried you'd get hurt!"

Wang Dong bit her red lips tightly, looking at Tang Wulin with resentment.

"Don't worry, I won't suffer any losses," Tang Wulin replied.

The pleasant atmosphere was instantly ruined.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhao's spiritual eyes took in everything from afar.

Mixed feelings.

Tang Wulin helped him a lot, and he was overjoyed to see Dai Huabin suffer a setback in front of Tang Wulin.

However, Wang Dong had also bullied him before, even if it wasn't directed at him personally.

Huo Yuhao's extreme pride wouldn't allow him to deceive himself.

He bit his lip.

Looking at the Desert Eagle in his hand, his already thin body instinctively curled up.

Huo Yuhao is very insecure.

He does indeed have a talent for soul tools.

But do these external objects really have a decisive advantage over a powerful martial soul?

Besides, if I can use a soul tool, why can't those powerful soul masters use one?

Since arriving at Shrek Academy and witnessing the unevenness of the world, he realized how ridiculous his original ideas were.

Especially after personally experiencing the Mysterious Water Pill.

Effort is certainly important.

But those geniuses not only come from wealthy families and have exceptional talent, but they are also just as hardworking as I am.

Even with a hundred times the effort, you can't become the Douluo King.