"His Holiness the Pope, we are here. This is the student dormitory of our college."
Flender pointed at the very ordinary building in front of him and started to introduce it.
Because Blue Tyrant Academy only accepts civilians, and the address is in Heaven Dou City, where land is very valuable, it can be said that there is no profit at all.
Although the dormitory is not luxurious, it is still the best it can be.
After all, this is just a place to sleep. The school spends a lot of money, so the priority is to spend the money on the teaching environment.
Bibi Dong looked at the building in front of him and nodded slightly, "Which room is Huo Yuhao's room? Is he resting in it now?"
"Uh?"
The sudden question made Flender slightly startled, and he quickly pointed to an independent house next to the teaching building. It could be seen that there was no light inside.
That is the room where the college receives distinguished guests. Although it is used for reception, it is not luxurious. Liu Erlong does not intend to do such a face-saving project. It is only made independent for convenience.
"That's it, but Yuhao has been out for the past few days to help a student get Soul Ring. Calculating the time, he should be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creepy breath next to him, and it disappeared in the next moment, as if nothing happened.
"Oh? I wonder which student from your college is this?"
In just one sentence, Flender could already hear the feeling of gnashing of teeth.
Is it true that Spirit Hall Holy Son cannot fall in love?
If you say this, Huo Yuhao will die, right?
He swallowed hard and changed the topic, "It's getting late, so I'll arrange a place for His Holiness the Pope right now."
"No need to bother, I'll stay in that room."
Bibi Dong raised his green-white fingers lightly and pointed at an independent room.
"?"
Looking along the room pointed by the other party, Flender's eyes twitched slightly. Isn't that the Huo Yuhao room he just mentioned!?
He suddenly felt that things were not as simple as he thought...
"As long as His Holiness the Pope is willing, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Well, I am indeed a little sleepy. That's it for today. Thank you, Dean."
"... Yes."
Listening to the other party's trembling voice, which seemed to be suppressing some emotion, the thoughts that had just emerged in Flender's mind further occupied his heart.
Watching Flender leave, Bibi Dong took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the target room.
With every step she took, the throbbing in her heart deepened. When she arrived at the door of the room, her hand trying to hold the doorknob was already trembling slightly. Bibi Dong then realized that she was actually trembling with excitement.
There was a click.
The door opened with a sound, and the room was clean and tidy. Except for a bedding, there was nothing superfluous.
After all, during the many days of the Blue Tyrant Academy, Huo Yuhao would only go back to the dormitory at night and train others during the day.
Slowly sitting on the bed, her beautiful hands carefully caressed the pillow where the other person had slept.
Then he picked it up carefully and held it in his arms, as if it were an incredible treasure.
Even Bibi Dong himself didn't realize that his face was flushed at this moment, and he was greedily absorbing the scent of that boy on the pillow. His usually indifferent eyes were covered with a hazy mist.
I don't know how long it lasted, but until her restless heart gradually returned to calm, she came back to her senses. Looking at the strangely shaped pillow in her hand, she couldn't help but blush.
How could you do something like that unconsciously!?
"Looks like I'm really tired..."
After making an excuse for his perverted behavior, Bibi Dong lay on the bed and frowned as soon as he covered himself with the quilt.
"Huh?"
After sniffing it gently, her eyes suddenly became cold.
Unlike pillows, quilts have the scent of another person!
I was worried about this problem when I first read the information, but I didn't expect it to really exist! If I hadn't come here myself, I might still be kept in the dark.
The originally calm heart once again stirred up turbulent waves, his eyes were completely filled with desire, and his hand once again reached out to the already miserable pillow.
Fortunately, before losing his mind completely, Bibi Dong used Soul Power to seal the entire room.
The creaking and indescribable sounds that caused the bed to shake were not heard at all.
"Arrived."
After several days of climbing over mountains and ridges, Tang San finally followed his father to a valley.
In front of you is a crystal clear water pool, and on one side of the pool is a waterfall nearly twenty meters wide. Huge water flows down from a cliff nearly two hundred meters high, constantly impacting the pool.
Feeling the moist air around him, Tang San felt that his own Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was a little ready to move.
Tang Hao looked at the scene in front of him with complex eyes and murmured softly, as if he was justifying his past behavior.
"Ah Yin... I'm here... help me again... after all, this is your child too..."
And Tang San also heard all this clearly, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Ah Yin? Dad, who is that?"
"You are not qualified to know this now. When your strength is recognized by me, I will naturally tell you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Hao raised his hand and patted Tang San on both shoulders and chest, instantly cutting off Tang San's induction of Soul Power.
Ignoring his son's surprise, Tang Hao took out a somewhat worn Forging Hammer in his hand and said calmly.
"I have sealed your Soul Power. From now on, on the boulder under the waterfall, practice the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer I once taught you. When can you complete the ninety-nine eighty-one hammers? Even if the special training is over, it is up to you whether you can participate in Soul Master Tournament on time. If you fail to complete it, it will be a shame to go."
Tang San looked in the direction the other party pointed, and sure enough he saw a stone that was being washed away by the waterfall. Its surface had already been washed away by the water and became as smooth as a mirror. It was not easy to just stand on it.
However, Tang Hao didn't explain any more to him. He went straight to the mountain wall on the side, raised his hand and blasted out a cave, then walked in and sat down cross-legged.
Looking at the waterfall in front of him, Tang San's eyes gradually showed hatred.
The experience of being crushed by Huo Yuhao emerged in his mind one by one. From the moment he realized it to the present, every battle ended with him being defeated miserably.
Obviously he has the guidance of Grandmaster, the bloodline left by his father as Titled Douluo, and the various skills of the Tang Sect in his previous life, but these are like a joke in front of Huo Yuhao.
More than half a year later, Soul Master Tournament could say that this was his last chance to wash away his shame. When he thought of his teacher still being humiliated in the academy, he felt like a knife was twisting in his heart, all because he was useless!
I want to become stronger! I want to defeat Huo Yuhao! I want them to kneel in front of the teacher and kowtow to admit their mistakes!
Thinking of this, he resolutely jumped into the pool and swam towards the stone with Forging Hammer.