Xie Xie was completely unable to contain his excitement. His short brown hair was a mess from the earlier scuffle, but his eyes shone like two green gems.
Tang Wulin also leaned over from the front row.
He had a smile on his face when he was playfully fighting with Xie Xie, but now that smile had softened considerably.
Even though Mom and Dad are gone...
But Shenxiu found his family, which is a good thing!
Tang Wulin thought to himself silently.
He will continue to grow stronger, and one day he will find his parents. But before that, seeing his friends find their families is also something to be happy about.
He smiled and said, "Why don't we, from Class Zero, accompany Shenxiu to meet that elder?"
His voice was soft, but there was a genuine warmth in his tone.
"After all, we can't see each other for another month!"
Xie Xie immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes! Class Zero, it's a collective operation! Not a single one can be left behind!"
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin paused for a moment, then reached out and gave Xie Xie a high five.
Both of their gazes fell on Zhong Shenxiu at the same time.
Gu Yue also turned her head to look at him.
Wu Zhangkong was also looking at him.
Zhong Shenxiu remained unmoved despite being stared at by four pairs of eyes simultaneously.
He was silent for two seconds.
"Whatever you want."
Xie Xie immediately cheered, plopped back into his seat, and then started tugging at Tang Wulin's shoulder. " Wulin, what do you think we should wear tomorrow? Shouldn't we dress a little formally for the first time meeting our elders?"
Tang Wulin was shaken so badly he almost fell over. "You... you can just meet normally, right?"
"That won't do! That's Shenxiu's elder! What if they think we're unreliable and won't let Shenxiu play with us anymore?"
"... Shenxiu isn't a child."
"In his elders' eyes, he's still just a child!"
Tang Wulin felt that something was off about what was said, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Gu Yue withdrew his gaze and looked ahead again.
A slight smile curved the corners of her lips.
tomorrow.
She wanted to see just how powerful the "Dragon Clan" behind Zhong Shenxiu really was.
Wu Zhangkong leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his sky-blue hair gleaming coldly in the twilight.
His expression returned to its usual coldness, but if someone looked closely, they would notice an extremely subtle curve at the corner of his mouth.
Titled Douluo?
It's like they're implying everyone has Titled Douluo behind them!
His disciple, who Wu Zhangkong, is not someone that a Titled Douluo can simply steal away.
He'll definitely have a serious talk with that "elder" when he sees me tomorrow.
Spirit Pagoda; if you're going to go, go to the Tang Sect!!!
The bus continued its journey, and the city lights outside the window lit up one by one, blending into a warm orange hue in the twilight.
Inside the carriage, Xie Xie was still chattering away, with Tang Wulin occasionally responding and sometimes laughing out loud at Xie Xie.
Gu Yue sat quietly, her dark eyes reflecting the light from the window.
Zhong Shenxiu closed her eyes again.
The Light-Imperial Ninja Blade lay quietly across his lap.
tomorrow.
Hopefully, that guy Badi Holy Dragon, won't mess things up.
At night, Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged on the bed, his consciousness sinking into the Dragon Fighting Plane.
The shattered sky and the desolate earth began to show signs of life, and this broken world, which had been reduced to a demiplane, gradually showed signs of recovery.
At this moment, in the center of the vast land, beside the altar.
The ten-meter-tall Badi Holy Dragon condensed and shrunk to a size of about three meters.
Even so, his body was still incredibly robust, his crimson scales gleaming with a scorching light under the firelight of the altar, and the flames Entangle around his fists flickered like volcanoes ready to erupt at any moment.
However, this tall and mighty Battle Dragon appeared terrified in front of Zhong Shenxiu, a ten-year-old child who was only 1.6 meters tall.
"Wh... what?"
Badi Holy Dragon's voice was as deep as rolling lava, but the panic in his tone was crystal clear.
"Let me impersonate the Master's elder?"
His crimson dragon eyes widened in disbelief, and he shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum.
"Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"
Zhong Shenxiu's lips twitched.
Looking at Badi Holy Dragon's trembling and fearful appearance, he suddenly realized something.
He seemed to have forgotten that although the Dragon Fighting Plane had highly developed array formations and weapon crafting techniques, its social structure was still in the era of barbaric tribes.
As the current Lord of the Dragon Fighting Plane, Zhong Shenxiu is undoubtedly the totem of faith in the entire Dragon Fighting World.
In Badi Holy Dragon's mind, Zhong Shenxiu should be supreme, and no Doulong can disobey or defy this!
Sending a Battle Dragon to impersonate the Master's elder?
How is this any different from sending a soldier to impersonate the king's father in the human world?
The fact that Badi Holy Dragon didn't kneel down on the spot shows he has a strong mentality.
Zhong Shenxiu rubbed his temples; this was the first time he had ever had a headache because of social ideology!
"How about this then?"
He changed his approach.
"You don't need to pretend to be my elder anymore."
Badi Holy Dragon watched him nervously.
"You will impersonate a servant or guard from my family."
Badi Holy Dragon's eyes lit up.
"Attendants and guards?"
He repeated the word, as if savoring its weight.
Then he nodded emphatically in agreement.
"That's good, that's good."
In Badi Holy Dragon's view, this arrangement makes much more sense.
Zhong Shenxiu is the supreme being in the Dragon Fighting World, the Four Great God King Dragons are the pillars supporting the world, and the Twelve Star Dragons are the generals who expand the territory.
As for these Battle Dragon —they were naturally Zhong Shenxiu's taxi drivers.
Isn't it only natural for a soldier to the Master?
The tail of the Badi Holy Dragon relaxed and drooped over the edge of the altar, and the brightness of the flames also decreased slightly.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at his relieved expression and her lips twitched again.
Never mind. Let it be.
"Remember, when we meet tomorrow, don't call me 'The Master'."
Zhong Shenxiu gave her instructions.
"Just call me Young Master."
Badi Holy Dragon nodded earnestly, repeating twice, "Young Master... Young Master..."
Then he raised his head, his crimson dragon eyes filled with loyalty.
"Understood, young master!"
Zhong Shenxiu turned and walked towards the outside of the altar, but stopped after taking two steps.
"Oh, right."
He said it without turning his head.
"After you transform into human form, don't wear that armor. Wear human clothes."
Badi Holy Dragon paused for a moment, then looked down at the heavy, crimson armor with gold trim he was wearing.
"Human... everyday clothing?"
There was a hint of bewilderment in his voice.
Clearly, a Battle Dragon that has lived for countless years has virtually no understanding of human fashion.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't turn around; he simply waved his hand.
"Get it done by tomorrow."
After saying that, his figure disappeared at the edge of the altar.
Badi Holy Dragon stood still, looking down at his fiery dragon claws, lost in deep thought.