Return to the dormitory.
Su Ling opened the lock and was about to push the door open.
Suddenly his footsteps paused, and then he took out the remaining cup of fruit tea from Sumeru Ring, and then opened the door.
After entering the room, the first thing that caught my eye was the two thin white legs dangling beside the bed. Wang Dong had rolled up his trousers until they were almost piled up to his thighs.
There was half a basin of water at the bottom of the bed, and those beautiful feet were soaked in it and they were being rubbed gently in a pretentious manner.
Hearing the noise, Wang Dong's feet shrank suddenly, water splashed all over the floor, and he subconsciously pulled his trousers down.
At the same time.
In Wang Dong's Sea of Spirit, the consciousness Tang San suddenly froze, and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle.
No wonder the name Su Ling felt strangely familiar before. It turned out that the other party was the anomaly that he accidentally noticed when he deduced the luck in the lower realm!
But in his impression, isn't the other party a stupid fool who can't even take care of himself?
But the Su Ling in front of him not only had straight shoulders and back, but also the aura around his body was as steady as a Yuan Yue, and the calmness between his eyebrows and eyes that came from his bones, even he, the God King, felt extraordinary.
This... this must be the temperament that only Tang Sect's true successor can have!
Suddenly, a feeling of fear and fear arose spontaneously.
Divine consciousness Tang San was breathing rapidly, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. Fortunately, he was afraid of Douluo Plane's rejection and luck backlash, so he didn't kill him.
Otherwise, if he accidentally injures Tang Sect's true successor and commits the following crimes, wouldn't Tang San become Tang Sect's eternal sinner?
At that time, what face will he have to face the old man Tang Lan? And the only opportunity to legitimately belong to the Tang Sect orthodoxy may be ruined by his own hands.
"Fortunately... fortunately..." Divine Consciousness Tang San breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes full of fear and happiness.
But soon, he noticed something was wrong. Why was Zhenzhuan so stupid before?
"Is it possible that it is true that he only regained his consciousness recently? Or maybe... seizing the body?"
He frowned slightly, remembering that after Ghost Sorrow jumped off the cliff, he returned to his infancy. In fact, it was difficult to tell whether he was reincarnated or reborn.
But what is certain is that he is still the same Tang San, and he is still the disciple Tang San of the Bashu Tang Sect.
Divine consciousness Tang San stared at Su Ling, and the doubts in his heart were finally suppressed by the filter of "Tang Sect's true biography".
"Whether he is reborn or takes over his body, as long as he is the true successor of the Tang Sect, that is enough..."
Thinking of this, he frowned, and the more he looked at Su Ling, the more pleasing it became to his eyes, until he keenly captured the same source of Qi flowing in Su Ling's dantian.
"This breath is...Mysterious Heaven Skill!"
"It's so mellow and pure, it's actually approaching the ninth level where I've been practicing hard for nearly a hundred years!"
Divine Consciousness Tang San's face flushed and he almost lost his voice.
He didn't expect that the gap between his incomplete version and the complete inheritance would be as big as a chasm!
His heart was filled with turmoil, but in the end it was reduced to a sigh that could not contain his excitement, "It is indeed the true biography of the Tang Sect... far beyond the comparison of my fragments!"
outside world.
Looking at Wang Dong's pair of pink feet, Su Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the soul clock on the wall.
"Washing your feet with a basin of water at this time? Why are you rolling your trouser legs up so high? Xiaodongzi, what are you doing?"
"I... my feet are cold, what happened to Bubbles! Also, why did you come back so late?" Wang Dong glared at Su Ling hard, with a bit of resentment in his tone.
Hearing this, Su Ling closed the door with a chuckle, put the fruit tea on the bedside table, then turned to look at her,
"I brought it for you, remember to drink it. Also, your water is cold." After saying that, Su Ling yawned, looked away, walked to the bathroom on his own, and started taking a bath.
Wang Dong was left sitting with an embarrassed look on his face, his toes shrunk in the water, and then he became a little annoyed.
"Dad, this method doesn't work! You didn't even look at that stinky gangster..."
"No matter how big or small! Xiao Qi, how did your father educate you? How can you call your future husband a stinker?"
Hearing his father's displeased tone, Wang Dong curled his lips and then corrected himself obediently, "Okay, okay, don't call him a rascal, he is Su Ling, the true successor of the noble Tang Sect!"
Hearing this, the spiritual consciousness Tang San nodded with satisfaction, and then said confidently, "Xiao Qi, this method will definitely work, but don't worry, we will follow the plan later."
Wang Dong nodded.
Soon.
The bathroom door opened, and Su Ling walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas, wiping her hair.
"Su Ling... I just accidentally sprained my foot, please help me take a look." Wang Dong said with a look of pain on his face, rubbing his ankle lightly, and said aggrievedly.
Su Ling looked sideways and said in a calm tone, "Don't you always sit on the bed? Why are you so twisted?"
Wang Dong had already thought about his words and pointed to the cup of fruit tea on the bedside table, "I wanted to get it, but then my foot slipped and I twisted it before I could stand firmly."
"Ouch... it hurts..."
Looking at her acting skills that were full of flaws, Su Ling couldn't help but laugh and became interested.
He wanted to see what kind of medicine this little girl was selling in her gourd.
Then, Su Ling slowly put the towel aside, walked to her bed, looked down at her, "Which one?"
"This, this one..." Wang Dong stretched out her fair right leg, her pink and jade feet twisted in an artificial way, and her toes deliberately curled and stretched.
Su Ling squatted down, wrapped his palms around the cold and tender feet, and pressed his thumbs tentatively towards the ankles.
But before he exerted any force, the jade foot shrank back like a frightened deer, and then took the initiative to rub it back into his warm hand.
The jade foot rubbed Su Ling's palm intentionally or unintentionally, and at the same time, Wang Dong'er let out a deliberately prolonged cry, "Well... it hurts... please be gentle..."
Su Ling The corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, and his expression was almost gone. He thought it was something special.
After a long time of fussing, it turned out that this little girl was teasing me?
But even if you want to flirt, you can still return to your original form!
With short hair, wearing men's clothing, and looking like a young lady, in the eyes of a straight man like him, it was just for fun.
How can this feel?
Su Ling rolled his eyes inwardly and felt bored, but he still rubbed her ankles perfunctorily a few times.
Two and a half minutes later.
Su Ling stopped his hand, stood up and walked to the bathroom.
"Wait!" Wang Dong said hurriedly, Yuzu gave in again, staring straight at him, her expression pretending to be innocent, and she said with a hint of shame,
"Su Ling, don't you think my feet are smaller, narrower, and longer, and the arches of my feet are more obvious?"
Hearing this, Su Ling paused and glanced at her.
This is no nonsense. You are a girl and your feet are naturally more delicate. Why are you pretending to be ignorant?
This suggestion is too clumsy, right?
"Haha..." Su Ling smiled half-heartedly, and did not try to expose her. The smile on his face instantly faded, and he said calmly, "I don't know."
After saying that, he turned around and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom soon heard the gurgling sound of water and the sound of Su Ling rubbing her hands.
Wang Dong The long white legs stretched out in the air stiffened, and the toes still maintained the curve they had deliberately drawn just now, and they even forgot to curl them up.
After being stunned for three breaths, she suddenly retracted her legs.
Then he was so panicked that he pulled the corner of the quilt over his head and covered his head. His pink-blue hair was messy and sticking up a few times, and the tips of his exposed ears were so red that they were almost bleeding.
"Dad, has he discovered..."