Her fingers slid down the side of her neck and slowly traced along the edge of the hollow, her fingertips looming between the mesh.
Finally it stopped at the lower abdomen and tapped lightly with my fingertips.
Gu Linyuan's eyes fell on her fingertips.
It was a fine dark purple line that spread downward from the belly button and was hidden deep in the fabric.
The shape of the pattern is like a coiled snake or a blooming flower, mysterious and enchanting.
"Yanyan, this..."
Gu Linyuan were all stunned.
"They can all be wiped off at any time without leaving any traces."
Dugu Yan stuck out his tongue and explained.
She is not stupid, how could she leave permanent marks on her body?
Moreover, you may get tired of looking at the same pattern after only a few times.
Of course she couldn't do that to her body.
These things can only be used as a kind of fun and will not last long.
"Okay. Then I have to check it carefully."
Shrek Academy, dormitory.
Tang San was sitting by the bed, holding a wine flask in his hand. The wine in the flask had reached the bottom.
His eyes were red, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were rumpled, as if he hadn't changed them in several days.
His eyes were staring at a certain point on the wall, his eyes were distracted, and he didn't know what he was looking at or what he was thinking.
Xiao Wu sat next to him, put a hand on his knee, and could feel his legs shaking slightly.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she swallowed it back when it reached her lips.
Tang San raised the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip. The wine dripped down the corner of his mouth and wet his collar.
He put down the wine bottle and smiled bitterly.
"I can't even beat Zhu Qing. How can I fight Gu Linyuan?"
His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Xiao Wu grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, you have always been excellent, you just met Gu Linyuan. Without him, you are the strongest among your peers."
Tang San shook his head.
"I didn't understand why my dad drank before. Now I understand."
The candlelight in the dormitory flickered.
A gust of wind came in from the window, making the curtains rattle.
Tang San raised his head and was about to get up and close the window when a figure appeared silently in the center of the room.
Black robe, black hair, black eyes.
He stood there, like a mass of solid darkness, with no footsteps or breath, as if he had always been there, but Tang San and Xiao Wu had never noticed him.
Tang San stood up suddenly, pulled Xiao Wu behind him, and tightened his body. Blue Silver Grass's Martial Soul was stirring in his body, and three Soul Ring were looming.
His voice was as cold as ice.
"Who are you?"
Asura God looked at Tang San. There was no killing intent or hostility in those black eyes, only scrutiny.
He smiled.
"I'm the one who can help you."
Tang San The alcohol in his body has dissipated a bit.
"Do you have a grudge against Gu Linyuan?"
"There is no hatred, but the positions are different."
Asura God said lightly. For them, hatred has never been a problem. He is God King, and he will hardly hate anyone, even the original Dragon God. But stance is more important than hatred.
"Why do you help me? Gu Linyuan is very powerful, what can you help me with?"
Asura God didn't speak. He stood there, his black robe moving without any wind, and an indescribable smell filled the air, like the smell of blood that Slaughter left in the air after thousands of years.
"What if I said..."
He paused and looked into Tang San's eyes.
"Am I a god?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the dormitory seemed to freeze.
The candlelight no longer flickered, the curtains no longer fluttered, and even the insects outside the window disappeared.
Time seemed to be held by an invisible hand, frozen at this moment.
Tang San's pupils shrank suddenly and his body became as stiff as a stone.
His lips moved a few times, and a hoarse syllable came out of his throat.
"God?"
Xiao Wu held Tang San's hand tightly, his fingertips were cold.
She is the incarnation of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, and is naturally sensitive to the scent of strong men.
But she couldn't feel Asura God's Soul Power, couldn't feel his murderous aura, couldn't feel any breath of living things.
He stood there, like a ball of nothingness.
"You said you are a god?"
"If you were really a god, how could you have any issues with Gu Linyuan? If he really made the gods unhappy, how could he still be alive?"
Tang San's voice rose to a higher pitch, with obvious disbelief.
Asura God looked at him with a trace of pity in his eyes.
Tang San Even now, I still think it is my fault.
In fact, it is normal that he cannot beat Gu Linyuan.
"Because his parents are also gods, and their strength is no worse than mine."
Boom!
Tang San felt like something exploded in his mind.
Those fragments swirled around in his mind, pieced together, and combined into a picture he had never seen before -!
Gu Linyuan crushed his figure on Soul Fighting Platform, Gu Linyuan fought Zhao Wuji so powerfully that he could not die with one punch, and the women around Gu Linyuan were practicing ridiculously faster than the other...
All the unreasonable things, all the things he couldn't figure out, had answers at this moment.
Tang San's legs went weak, he staggered back and hit the edge of the bed.
Xiao Wu quickly supported him, but her face didn't look good either.
She looked at Asura God, then at Tang San, her lips trembling slightly.
"No wonder..."
"No wonder every time I fight against him, I study hard and practice hard, but the gap becomes bigger and bigger... No wonder Zhu Qing's cultivation has increased so fast after following him... No wonder even Dugu Yan and Meng Yiran are willing to follow him..."
He raised his head and looked at Asura God, his eyes full of self-mockery.
"It turns out he is God Child."
Asura God did not deny it.
Tang San lowered his head.
He looked at his trembling hands and suddenly felt funny.
He always thought that he lost because of insufficient talent, insufficient effort, and insufficient opportunities.
He thought that as long as he worked harder and worked harder, he would one day be able to catch up with Gu Linyuan.
It turned out that he had no chance of winning from the beginning.
His opponent is a son of God King, with divine blood flowing in his body, and possessing resources and talents that he cannot match.
What does he use to fight with others?
Rely on his Hidden Weapons?
By his Blue Silver Grass?
No matter how powerful his Hidden Weapons is, it is nothing in front of God!
"That's it! Gu Linyuan is the son of God, so everything can be explained."
Tang San Clenched his fists.
He wished he could scream to the sky and vent all the grievances he had felt over the past few days.
It turned out that it wasn't that there was something wrong with him. It was that he encountered an opponent that was impossible to beat!
If I can persevere in the hands of Gu Linyuan, it is already very good.
His father is Clear Sky Douluo, but his parents are gods, so what can he compare to him?
What is Martial Soul without waste, and Soul Master with only waste?
In this world, it all depends on background and talent.
With only talent, he is still a waste in front of those top second generations!