Douluo: As a Healer, It's Perfectly Reasonable to Carry a Sniper Rifle

Xiao Wu lay on the ground, clutching her reddened, even slightly bruised ankle, her eyes rimmed with red.

It was not that she was too fragile.

It was that Luo Hao's grip had been far too strong.

He had nearly crushed her bones.

"Are you alright?!"

Seeing Luo Hao treat a little girl so cruelly, Tang San's heart immediately ached for her.

He wanted to step forward and comfort her.

"Stand down, Third Brother!"

Luo Hao shouted angrily.

"As a soul master, if you cry over such a minor injury, how are you supposed to fight in the future!"

"Do you think enemies will go easy on you just because you're a girl?!"

"With your indecisive personality, you'll never accomplish anything!"

Luo Hao reprimanded him in a tone of exasperation.

"But she's still just a little girl!"

Tang San argued.

What a joke. She's a hundred-thousand-year-old rogue rabbit. She was born before eighteen generations of your Tang Sect ancestors were even in the womb, and you still call her a little girl? Luo Hao sneered inwardly.

"Heh, Third Brother says you're young and inexperienced."

"On Douluo Continent, strength has always been supreme. Since when does anyone care about age?!"

"If you were carrying a soul bone, let alone a little girl, even a newborn baby would be killed for it!"

"What the hell do you know?!"

Luo Hao cursed.

"This..."

After hearing Luo Hao's rebuke, Tang San's expression shifted uncertainly.

"Your name is Xiao Wu, right?"

Only then did Luo Hao crouch beside Xiao Wu and ask with a smile.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Wu turned her head away, unwilling to pay attention to this bad person.

Her little hand continued rubbing her ankle.

She was clearly in terrible pain.

"My Martial Soul is Healing Type. Do you need treatment?" Luo Hao asked with a smile.

When everyone heard that Luo Hao's Martial Soul was Healing Type, their eyes immediately lit up.

Tang San, meanwhile, looked utterly bewildered.

"Healing Type???"

"A Sickle Martial Soul is Healing Type??"

A flash of delight clearly passed through Xiao Wu's eyes.

Yet she still stubbornly held her head high and said nothing.

"Heh, I'm the boss of the Seventh Dormitory. Looking after my roommates is only natural."

Without waiting for Xiao Wu to agree, golden light instantly flashed in Luo Hao's hand.

He gently placed it over Xiao Wu's ankle.

That familiar touch was still so smooth.

"Ah! You—"

Xiao Wu's pretty face turned bright red.

She had just wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped.

Because she could clearly feel...

The warm sensation from Luo Hao's hand made her feel as though she were floating on air.

The pain in her ankle vanished in an instant.

Xiao Wu looked at Luo Hao's serious little face as he diligently treated her.

The more she looked, the more she liked him.

He's so good-looking. That was Xiao Wu's first impression.

After all, Luo Hao's charm had already reached 20.

To a young girl, that kind of attraction was absolutely lethal.

"Why are you touching me? Isn't the Healing Type supposed to work at range?" Xiao Wu muttered.

"Ahem, the advantage of my martial soul is freakishly—ptui, it's a bit mutated."

"Contact healing can increase the effect tenfold. It's for your own good."

Luo Hao said solemnly.

"So that's how it is. Thank you."

Xiao Wu felt ashamed for having misunderstood Luo Hao.

Not long after.

Luo Hao withdrew his hand.

The bruise on Xiao Wu's ankle had already completely disappeared.

"Th-thank you."

Xiao Wu hurriedly pulled back her little foot.

Her face red, she murmured softly.

"Hehe, we're dormmates. Why be so polite?"

Luo Hao chuckled and held out a hand.

He pulled Xiao Wu up from the floor.

"Alright, Xiao Wu, let me introduce you."

"This is my little brother Tang San. You can call him Third Brother from now on."

"Xiao Wu, you're very strong. From now on, you'll be the second eldest in the dorm!"

"Third Brother, you don't have any objections, right?"

Luo Hao looked at Tang San with a sharp gaze.

"Hehe, whatever Boss says goes." Tang San scratched his head.

He did not dare say anything else.

He knew perfectly well how monstrously strong Luo Hao was.

Xiao Wu's attack just now had been incredibly fast.

Even he was not confident he could have blocked it.

Yet Luo Hao had handled it with ease, which was enough to show his strength.

Besides, it was only a title. He did not care about it.

"You lot, come over and introduce yourselves."

Luo Hao pointed at the others nearby.

"And that Wang Sheng!"

"Get your ass over here. Stop playing dead!"

"Coming, Boss!"

Wang Sheng sprang to his feet with a carp flip.

Then he hurried over eagerly.

"From now on, I'm the boss of Seventh Dormitory!"

"My name is Luo Hao!"

"You can call me Boss Luo!"

"Yes!"

The group answered in unison.

Wang Sheng had been beaten up twice.

Though he felt somewhat depressed.

He did not hold any resentment.

After all, Seventh Dormitory had gained an expert.

Their situation as Work-Study Students would be much better from now on.

They probably would not be bullied everywhere anymore.

"By the way, Boss Luo, are you really a Healing Type Spirit?"

"Why are you so strong?"

Wang Sheng asked curiously.

Wang Sheng's question...

Wasn't it everyone else's question as well?

A Healing Type guy...

Had taken down the boss of the Seventh Dormitory with one hand.

No one would believe it if they heard that.

"Hehe, I was just born strong. The strength in one hand is only about comparable to a hundred-year Spirit Beast."

Four hundred years still counts as a hundred-year Spirit Beast, right? Luo Hao muttered inwardly.

"Wow!"

"That's amazing!"

Everyone looked at Luo Hao with envy.

"Xiao Wu, where's your bedding?"