Lin Ye said confidently, "Big Cat, get up quickly and take a shower before going to sleep. After running outside all day, your body is full of barbecue and sweat smells."
Zhu Zhuqing shook his head like a rattle.
"No, I'm so tired today. I don't want to move or wash." She began to lie.
Lin Ye folded his arms on his chest, looked at her condescendingly, and smiled evilly.
"Don't want to wash? That's fine."
Lin Ye said as he began to unbutton his coat.
"If you don't want to wash it, then I will wash it for you myself. Anyway, I have to wash it, and I will rub your back and massage it. My techniques are professional."
Lin Ye took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then walked towards the bed, pretending to pull Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.
Zhu Zhuqing was shocked when he heard this.
She knew Lin Ye too well. If this guy helped her take a bath in person, it would definitely not be as simple as taking a bath.
As I wash, I will definitely wash it on the bed.
She is so tired now that she doesn't even want to move her fingers, how can she withstand Lin Ye's torture.
Zhu Zhuqing quickly got up from the bed, grabbed a clean pajamas next to him and held it in his arms, blushing and saying with shame and anger:
"No! You gangster, stay away from me! I'd better wash it myself!"
After saying that, she rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind and locked the door behind her back.
Lin Ye stood outside the door, listening to the sound of water coming from inside, and couldn't help laughing.
This girl is still so ungrateful.
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhuqing finished taking a shower and walked out wearing a silk nightgown.
Her hair was draped wetly on her shoulders, exuding the fragrance of shower gel.
Lin Ye also took a quick shower and changed into pajamas.
The two of them were lying on the large bed.
Lin Ye reached out and took Zhu Zhuqing into his arms, letting her rest on his arm.
Zhu Zhuqing found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep, we have to go to Soul Fighting Arena tomorrow." Lin Ye kissed her on the forehead.
"Hmm..." Zhu Zhuqing responded vaguely and quickly fell asleep.
Lin Ye looked at her sleeping face, thinking about tomorrow's battle, then closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Early the next morning.
The sun shines on the bed through the window.
Lin Ye and Zhu Zhuqing finished washing and had breakfast, then walked side by side to the exclusive Soul Fighting Arena inside the Spirit Hall.
This Soul Fighting Arena has a huge area, the ground is paved with hard granite, and there are powerful Defensive Soul Tool formations around it, which are specially used for high-level Soul Master competitions.
When the two walked into Soul Fighting Arena, Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo were already standing on the viewing platform.
In the center of the field, stood a middle-aged man.
This man was tall, wearing a gray suit, and had his arms folded across his chest.
His eyes were extremely cold, and his body exuded a sharp sword aura.
Lin Ye glanced at this man, then turned to look at Bibi Dong on the viewing platform.
"Teacher, we are here." Lin Ye shouted.
Bibi Dong nodded, pointed at the middle-aged man in the center of the field and said:
"Lin Ye, his name is Jian Chen, he is the high-level deacon of our Spirit Hall. Martial Soul is an epee, Soul Power Level 89 Peak, only one step away from Titled Douluo."
"Today your opponent is him. Go ahead and let me see your actual combat ability."
Lin Ye frowned when he heard this.
He looked at Bibi Dong and complained unhappily:
"Teacher, you look down on me too much. I'm already level 79. Why don't you get a level 89 Soul Douluo to fight me?"
"What's the point of this? Why don't you send someone Titled Douluo down? For example, the elder playing with anus next to you, I think he is quite suitable."
Lin Ye directly pointed the finger at Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was on the spectator stand, almost jumped in anger when he heard this.
"You stinky boy, who are you calling to play with your anus? No matter how big or small you are!" Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed at Lin Ye and cursed.
Bibi Dong glared at Lin Ye and said coldly:
"You brat, don't be too arrogant and don't underestimate the enemy."
"Level 89 Power Attack System Soul Douluo's combat power cannot be underestimated. You defeat this one first. If you can't even defeat him, forget about Titled Douluo."
Jian Chen, who was in the center of the field, looked livid at this time.
He is a dignified level 89 Soul Douluo, and he is also a prominent figure in the Spirit Hall.
Today His Holiness the Pope asked him to be a sparring partner for a young boy. He was already feeling a little unhappy.
It's good now that this kid actually dislikes him for being too weak in front of him!
Jian Chen sneered in his heart.
"What an arrogant Holy Son. No matter how talented you are, you are still just Seven-Ring Soul Sage. There is an insurmountable gap between Soul Sage and Soul Douluo."
"Since you are so arrogant, I will use 70% of my strength later to teach you a lesson and let you know what it means to be high and high."
Jian Chen thought of this and took a step forward, staring at Lin Ye.
"His Highness the Holy Son, the sword has no eyes. If I hurt you later, please be patient." There was a chill in Jian Chen's voice.
Lin Ye walked slowly to the opposite side of Jian Chen, only ten meters away from him.
He picked his ears and looked at Jian Chen with disdain.
"Only you? Still want to hurt me?" Lin Ye sneered,
"Uncle, it's not that I look down on you. If you can make me take half a step back today, I will lose."
Jian Chen was completely angered by Lin Ye's words.
He shouted loudly, and the Soul Power in his body exploded.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
A huge black sword that was two meters long and as wide as a door panel appeared in Jian Chen's hand, with an icy cold light shining on the sword.
Immediately afterwards, eight Soul Ring rose from under his feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
It is the best Soul Ring ratio.
The coercion of level 89 Soul Douluo instantly surged towards Lin Ye.
The surrounding air hissed and cut due to this sharp sword energy.
Jian Chen holds the hilt of the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword points directly at Lin Ye.
"Holy Son, show your Martial Soul!" Jian Chen roared.
Lin Ye looked at the aggressive Jian Chen and sighed helplessly.
"Since you insist on asking for torture, then I will help you."
Lin Ye stood there without moving, but lowered his head slightly.
The next second, a pressure that was ten times or a hundred times more terrifying than Jian Chen suddenly erupted from Lin Ye's body!
Lin Ye raised his head suddenly, and his eyes instantly turned dark purple.
"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, possessed!"
Along with a deafening tiger roar, an extremely rich black-purple evil energy spurted out from Lin Ye's body, instantly covering half of Soul Fighting Arena.
The wind howled, and black and purple thunder and lightning shuttled wildly in the evil spirit, making crackling explosions.
Lin Ye's body became taller, his muscles bulged, and his hands turned into sharp tiger claws.
A terrifying aura full of destruction, evil, and domineering directly crushed the sword energy released by Jian Chen to pieces.
Immediately afterwards, the ground beneath Lin Ye began to shake.
First, six black Soul Ring slowly rose from his feet.
The whole Soul Fighting Arena instantly became quiet.
Jian Chen's hand holding the giant sword began to tremble uncontrollably.
He widened his eyes and stared at the six black Soul Ring on Lin Ye.
"This... how is this possible?" Jian Chen shouted crazily in his heart.