Gu Yue's fingers moved slightly.
She was almost certain that the identity of this "guard" was a pure-blood dragon.
A pure-blood dragon of at least Soul Saint level serves as a guard beside a ten-year-old boy.
Gu Yue's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the flash of light in her eyes.
Her bottom line can be more flexible.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Badi Holy Dragon, was silent for about three seconds, and then nodded slightly.
"You're welcome."
His tone was still cold, but his attitude was a little more solemn than usual.
After all, the person standing in front of him may not be inferior to him in strength.
Moreover--Wu Zhangkong's eyes glanced back and forth between Badi Holy Dragon and Zhong Shenxiu.
A guard can reach this level, so what is the origin of the "family" Zhong Shenxiu talks about?
Wu Zhangkong's expression was still stern, but his mind was already spinning rapidly.
The stronger this "family" is, the more he tries to trick Zhong Shenxiu into the Tang Sect.
After all--Tang Sect, is the best choice!
Xie Xie finally closed his mouth, then opened it again, and then closed it again. After repeating it twice, he finally choked out a sentence: "Shenxiu, are all your guards... so fierce?"
Zhong Shenxiu glanced at him. "It's okay."
Xie Xie choked.
"It's okay" came out of the mouth of a ten-year-old three-soul Soul Elder, and it was more lethal than anything else.
Badi Holy Dragon stood half a step behind Zhong Shenxiu, with his back straight and his eyes straight, like a sculpture.
But his ears were always listening.
He adapted to the role of "guard" very quickly. In his opinion, protecting the Master is a matter of course. As for the children next to him and a cold-faced man in white--
Badi Holy Dragon's eyes swept over everyone calmly.
The one with short brown hair, Soul Power fluctuates around level 22, and has a faint dragon aura in his body, but it is mixed and impure. According to the Master, he should be the holder of a certain kind of dragon Martial Soul in this plane, Soul Master.
The black-haired one - Badi Holy Dragon's gaze paused on Tang Wulin for a moment longer. This child's Soul Power was only level fifteen, but the Bloodline Power in his body was incredibly powerful, and there was a vague pressure...
Badi Holy Dragon's pupils shrank slightly.
Dragon bloodline?!
No.
Not exactly.
But there is definitely dragon element in his blood, and he will not admit it wrong.
As for the man in white--Six-Ring Soul Emperor, he is quite powerful.
But Badi Holy Dragon doesn't care much, it's just six rings, it's not enough in his eyes.
Finally, Badi Holy Dragon's eyes fell on Gu Yue.
This glance made him frown slightly.
The aura of this girl is very strange. On the surface, it is the Soul Power wave of level 19, but there is something hidden deep in her body... that he cannot see through.
Badi Holy Dragon's brows only frowned for a moment, and then quickly returned to calm.
No matter what it is, it shouldn't matter when you're around the Master.
Wu Zhangkong cleared his throat. "Now that everyone is here, let's go. Has the place been booked?"
Zhong Shenxiu nodded. "The teahouse in front."
The group of people walked towards the teahouse.
Xie Xie walked in the front, looking back at Badi Holy Dragon from time to time, then quickly turning back, and then looking back again, just like a monkey seeing something new.
Tang Wulin walked next to him. Although it was not as exaggerated as Xie Xie, he couldn't help but look at Badi Holy Dragon a few more times.
Gu Yue walked on the other side of Zhong Shenxiu, walking at a leisurely pace.
She turned her head, glanced at Zhong Shenxiu, then at Badi Holy Dragon, and then looked away.
Her expression remained calm, but her mind had already begun to make calculations.
A Soul Saint level dragon serves as a guard. Then Zhong Shenxiu's status in this "family" is definitely not low. And the strength of this "family" -
Gu Yue tapped his finger lightly on his side.
She needs more information.
Badi Holy Dragon walked behind Zhong Shenxiu, without squinting and walking steadily.
The morning light shines on the door of the Eastsea Academy, and six figures gradually move away.
Zhong Shenxiu is walking in the middle, with Gu Yue and Xie Xie on the left and right. Tang Wulin is next to Xie Xie, Wu Zhangkong is next to Gu Yue, and Badi Holy Dragon is at the end.
If you ignore Badi Holy Dragon's overly burly figure and hot aura, this looks like an ordinary morning, when a few students and their teachers went to drink tea together.
The tea house is not far from the Eastsea Academy, about a five- to six-minute walk. The place was chosen by Zhong Shenxiu. It is not very high-end, but it is clean - there are private rooms on the second floor, the windows face the street view, and the sound insulation is also good.
The group of people sat down in a private room at the back of the second floor.
Xie Xie As soon as he entered the door, he leaned to the window and looked out, muttering, "The view is good. It would be better if the street opposite was more lively."
Tang Wulin sat down next to him and helped him straighten his crooked chair.
Gu Yue chose a seat against the wall. After sitting down, he quietly picked up the tea cup. His black eyes were half-hidden behind the steam of the tea soup, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wu Zhangkong was sitting near the door, her sky-blue hair glowing coldly under the soft light of the private room, her back straight, Heavenly Frost Sword quietly leaning on the side of the chair.
Zhong Shenxiu sits in the innermost position.
Badi Holy Dragon stood behind him, showing no intention of sitting down.
Xie Xie turned around and saw Badi Holy Dragon still standing. He was stunned for a moment. "Mr. Badi, aren't you going to sit down?"
Badi Holy Dragon glanced at him and shook his head slightly. "No need."
His voice was low and brief. After he finished speaking, he looked back and looked ahead again.
Xie Xie opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but was blocked by Badi Holy Dragon's "This topic ends here" aura. He shrank his neck and wisely did not ask any more questions.
Desserts are delivered to the table one after another.
Crystal shrimp dumplings, barbecued pork buns, quicksand buns, black bean sauce pork ribs, glutinous rice chicken... the plates quickly filled the table.
Since joining Class Zero, Zhong Shenxiu is no longer short of money.
Although the financial support given by the Eastsea Academy is not like that of Tang Wulin - that guy Tang Wulin's need for food is simply a bottomless pit - he is not as prudent as before.
Most of the funding has been saved by Zhong Shenxiu for emergencies.
But today's meal was something he took the initiative to ask for.
Xie Xie's chopsticks had already reached towards the cage of shrimp dumplings, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster.
"Hmm--it's delicious!" He commented vaguely and took another one.
Tang Wulin doesn't eat slowly, but he is more gentle than Xie Xie. He has always had a good appetite, but today there are guests, so he has restrained himself a bit. However, the way his big eyes glance at the glutinous rice chicken from time to time has betrayed his true thoughts.
Gu Yue ate very little. He picked up a piece of spareribs and bit into them in small bites. His movements were as graceful as if he were attending a formal dinner.
Wu Zhangkong barely moved his chopsticks. He just picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put it down, looking over the rim of the cup and landing on Badi Holy Dragon.
The private room was quiet for a while, the only sound was the sound of chopsticks hitting the plate.