Yan Shaozhe had specifically asked to see what I could do?
Huo Yuhao sat in his seat, puzzling over it.
What was that old fox up to?
Was it just because he'd helped Ma Xiaotao sort out her Evil Fire, and the two of them had spent a whole night together in a secret chamber?
He hadn't done anything. Did Yan Shaozhe really have to hold a grudge over it all this time?
Besides, if anyone had to complain, shouldn't he be the one who'd lost out?
After all, Huo Yuhao hadn't done a thing that night. Ma Xiaotao had been the one clinging to him and hugging him the whole time.
And shouldn't she be thanking him?
Ma Xiaotao was doing unbelievably well now. Her Evil Fire hadn't flared up in ages.
Just yesterday afternoon, she'd insisted on dragging him around Shrek City, buying a pile of random snacks and eating until her mouth was greasy. She'd been in such a good mood that she seemed like a completely different person.
Wasn't that a whole lot better than how she used to fly into a rage at the drop of a hat, always on the verge of losing control?
But after thinking it over, Huo Yuhao decided that probably wasn't the reason.
Whatever. He'd stop thinking about it.
As long as it had nothing to do with God King Tang or Ghost Demon Venerable, honestly, even if a Titled Douluo showed up and challenged him to a one-on-one fight, Huo Yuhao wouldn't be afraid.
Come on! Did they even understand what it meant to be the only Child of Fortune in the ten-thousand-year history of the Douluo Continent?!
When soldiers came, he'd hold them off; when water came, he'd dam it with earth.
Whatever Yan Shaozhe was planning, Huo