The Soon-to-Be Pervert Duo! Godly Equipment · Speed Cloak! Bonus Chapter for 20 Monthly Tickets

The Soon-to-Be Pervert Duo! Godly Equipment · Speed Cloak! Bonus Chapter for 20 Monthly Tickets

Seeing the clear yet foolish look in Ma Hongjun's eyes, Li Yusong was speechless.

He looked at Flender. You handle this yourself.

"You'll be able to fly eventually too. Why are you joining in on our fun?" Flender scolded. "Now that Evil Fire isn't troubling you, train properly for once!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ma Hongjun said unhappily. "Aren't you a flying Soul Master too? You already have one!"

Flender's brow twitched wildly.

Fuck!

Did he have to bring up First Hong? Was he happy that First Hong was disappointed in this lazy little bastard and didn't want to give him one?

Even when given an opportunity, he was useless!

In the end, Flender softened and couldn't bear to expose the truth.

He kicked Ma Hongjun in the ass, making him stagger and nearly fall flat on his face.

Before Ma Hongjun could jump up in outrage—

Flender was already cursing him out—

"Are you not listening to me anymore?"

"You only ran seventeen laps last night before going to sleep in Tang San's dorm?"

"I used to indulge you because your Evil Fire gave you no choice!"

"Starting today, you'll move into my dormitory and sleep there. I'll supervise your cultivation around the clock!!!"

Ma Hongjun ↓

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What the hell!

Was this old man going through menopause or something? Why was his temper so explosive?

Faced with Flender's "unprovoked rage," Ma Hongjun didn't dare provoke him further.

He lowered his head and resumed running at full speed.

With all the fat on his body burned away, it felt as though he had shed years of burdens, leaving him exceptionally light and free.

The others began studying the Flying Soul Tools instead.

One after another, they took to the air.

Yet without exception, every single one crashed.

Fortunately, they were all Soul Masters, so none of them ended up too badly embarrassed.

After examining them more closely, they discovered that controlling the things was a technical skill in itself and provided tremendous training for Soul Power control.

That made Xiao Wu, who had just spoken sourly, feel her face grow a little hot.

As for Tang San?

His skin was thick, and he did not care at all.

He was even considering it.

Could he dismantle this Flying Soul Tool, study its internal structure, and replicate it?

But considering First Hong's "volatile moods" and how viciously he struck—

He could only regretfully give up.

"God of Emotion": Streamer, you gave away this Soul Tool, but you're letting Tang San use it?

"God of Emotion": That's kind of disgusting to a god.

"God of Emotion": That guy even wanted to take it apart? Soul Tools aren't hidden weapons. There's no way their core formations can be replicated with the naked eye!

It was obvious that the God of Emotion had emotions.

Letting him have a little taste of sweetness is also laying the groundwork.

First Hong soothed him—

With Oscar's increased age limit this time, he may not be able to absorb that Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent as his third Soul Ring, so it might be given to Meng Yiran.

Then his Third Soul Skill won't be Flying Mushroom Sausage, and Tang San won't be able to chase the Titan Giant Ape. The Flying Soul Tool can serve as a replacement for him.

The main event is still the Man Faced Demon Spider. That thing can disgust him for the rest of his life.

Small impatience ruins great plans. Don't rush, okay?

"God of Emotion": Fine, that works. I'll leave first. It hurts to watch.

"Nine Color Goddess": Haha! That coward Oscar is really interesting!

Hm?

First Hong glanced at Oscar.

Holding the disc, Oscar wore a conflicted expression. From time to time, he looked enviously at the people flying overhead, but he simply did not dare go into the sky.

Was it acrophobia?

No.

The Iron Nail Bed Board covered his entire back, leaving nowhere to mount the Flying Soul Tool.

The Barefoot Shoes only allowed walking. If he took to the sky, his feet would be shredded.

So no matter how envious they were, they could only watch helplessly.

Had they known this thing existed, they would have cultivated a little later.

As everyone knew, happiness did not disappear.

It merely shifted from their miserable selves to the God of Speed and the Nine Color Goddess in the Livestream Room.

First Hong took the opportunity to bring it up—

God of Speed, Zhu Qing's figure is too good. It puts her at too much of a disadvantage when she runs.

And every time she uses the Eight Spider Lances, her clothes explode.

Is there any way to solve that?

The God of Speed, who was in an excellent mood and was once again considering his former self—

Responded with exceptional decisiveness.

User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Godly Equipment · Speed Cloak" ×1

"God of Speed": This cloak can transform into clothing. It can take whatever style you want.

Boss, how generous!

Godly Equipment was different from divine artifacts. It was the equipment most suited to a god, formed when a Soul Bone underwent the cleansing of laws as the god ascended.

It was usually also the highest-ranked divine artifact in a god's possession.

And he was willing to give one away.

It seemed that the God of Speed held extremely high expectations for Zhu Zhuqing.

First Hong opened the Livestream Vault.

Godly Equipment · Speed Cloak: One of the God of Speed's godly equipment. It can greatly increase speed and contains the Divine Skill · Blitz Six Styles!

It even came with a Divine Skill?

He truly spared no expense for "himself."

First Hong was not jealous. Zhu Zhuqing would belong to him sooner or later, so it was basically his as well.

He extracted it.

A black cloak appeared out of thin air, looking as though it had been taken from a Storage Ring.

First Hong draped it over Zhu Zhuqing's back.

The God of Speed had already preset it. The moment it touched Zhu Zhuqing, it recognized her as its master, then transformed into black light that enveloped her.

When the light faded.

Her original tight leather outfit had changed into loose training clothes, yet even those could not conceal her impressive assets.

First Hong nodded in satisfaction.

His woman could not be allowed to be taken advantage of by others.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head and examined herself. Feeling her greatly increased speed, she said nothing and continued on her way.

Yet the corners of her lips could not help but curl upward.

She had never been in love.

But First Hong's sudden "pettiness" was clearly possessiveness at work. He regarded her as his own.

She had never experienced this feeling of "being needed."

It made her inexplicably happy.

And this thing could increase her speed too. One look was enough to tell that it was extraordinary!

Seeing that Zhu Zhuqing did not ask, First Hong was in no hurry to explain the Speed Cloak's effects.

A powerful trump card like a Divine Skill had to be unleashed at a critical moment to yield the "greatest return."

Although they now had Flying Soul Tools.

Ma Hongjun and Flender were not flying. Even Dai Mubai and Oscar, tortured by the Barefoot Shoes, were far slower than usual.

The team's overall travel speed was rather slow.

That night, they had no choice but to camp in the wilderness.

After choosing a location.

Oscar and Dai Mubai immediately sprawled on the ground. Their complexions were rosy, yet they looked utterly drained.

They had never felt that running could be so torturous!

The Ascetic Monk Three-Piece Set on them—the Fundoshi jolted and smashed their balls with every sway, while the Barefoot Shoes sliced their feet with every step.

It was simply inhuman!

Every step left behind a bloody footprint!

Normally.

They should have broken down and given up long ago.

But.

The healing ability of the Ascetic Monk Three-Piece Set kept their bodies vigorous. It even promoted body tempering, and Tibetan Esoteric Vajra Zen had begun operating on its own.

Their body tempering improved without hindering anything else, and the efficiency was insanely high.

So.

For these two fiercely competitive men, it was simply deadly poison.

They could not bear to give it up.

They gritted their teeth, thinking they would hold on a little longer, then a little longer still.

Before they knew it.

They had persisted until the end.

When they sensed themselves again.

They could clearly feel the increase in their physical strength!

They could not sense their Soul Power because of their bottleneck, but it had probably increased quite a bit too, right?

Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged a glance.

Both fell silent.

Because it seemed they had already adapted to the pain, and had even begun—

To enjoy it?

They were finished!

Their bodies and minds suffered torment, yet their spirits were delighted.

This was—

They were about to become perverts!

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