Two Beauties of Douluo?

Tang San took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and coldly squeezed out a sentence: "No, I don't know him."

"If you don't know him, why are you so emotional?"

Dai Mubai gave a chuckle, patted his shoulder, and lowered his voice. "Let me tell you, this kind of top-tier beauty is hard to come by. If you like her, do you want big brother to play matchmaker for you?"

Tang San's mouth twitched, and a million grass-mud horses stampeded across his heart.

Matchmaker?

Matchmaker my ass!

That woman belonged to Jiang Hao!

And Jiang Hao was the person he wanted to kill the most in this lifetime!

"No need, Boss Dai."

Tang San ground his teeth, squeezing a few words through them. "I have no interest in her."

"No interest?"

Dai Mubai wore a look of disbelief. "That look you had just now, you looked like you wanted to eat her alive, and you say you have no interest?"

Tang San: "..."

He couldn't possibly say that was the look of someone wanting to commit murder, could he?

Seeing that he was not speaking, Dai Mubai continued on his own accord. "Don't be shy. A man should go for what he likes. Look at that chick, long legs, slender waist, skin as white as milk; at a glance, you can tell she is built to bear children."

Tang San: "..."

"Besides, that punk next to her looks like a kept boy at a glance, completely useless."

Dai Mubai curled his lip in disdain. "If you really like her, another day I'll find an opportunity to help you teach that punk a lesson and make him back off knowing he's outmatched."

Hearing this, Tang San's heart suddenly stirred.

He raised his head and looked at Dai Mubai. "Boss Dai, are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious!" Dai Mubai patted his chest. "When has my word, Dai Mubai, ever meant nothing?"

Tang San was silent for a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly hooking into a cold sneer.

He had been worrying about finding no opportunity to deal with Jiang Hao, but now with Dai Mubai, this "kind-hearted" soul, helping out, it saved him quite a bit of trouble.

"Then I thank Boss Dai in advance."

Tang San said in a low voice, "However, that punk is not simple. Boss Dai should still be a bit careful."

"Careful?"

Dai Mubai let out a sneer. "A brat of twelve or thirteen, how strong could he possibly be? Don't worry, big brother can press him onto the ground and rub his face in it with one hand."

Tang San smiled and said nothing more.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Hao in the queue, a cold flash crossing his eyes.

Although Dai Mubai didn't have much brains, his strength was still pretty good.

Yet wanting to defeat Jiang Hao would probably still be somewhat difficult.

After all, this fellow's strength was able to crush him six years ago, and six years later, he would only be stronger.

Thinking of this, Tang San frowned slightly, then relaxed again.

He almost forgot that Shrek Academy was now his own turf.

Aside from him, there was also a whole crowd of powerful instructors!

Jiang Hao, oh Jiang Hao, no matter how strong your strength is, it is impossible for you to be the opponent of a Soul Saint!

"Boss Dai, I have something to attend to and must leave for a while. I'll leave this place to Teacher Li for you."

After speaking, Tang San turned and left.

Watching Tang San's hurried departure, the smile on Dai Mubai's face slowly stiffened, replaced by a hint of oddity.

Why did this fellow... just leave like that?

Dai Mubai scratched his head, feeling that Tang San's expression just now was not quite right.

The queue moved forward slowly, and examinee after examinee was mercilessly eliminated by Li Yusong.

Some left crying, while others left cursing and swearing.

There were even those who tried to reason with Li Yusong, only for him to flash his Soul Ring and make them instantly obedient on the spot.

"Next."

Li Yusong knocked on the table expressionlessly, without raising his head.

Right at that moment, a girl dressed in a green dress walked out from the crowd.

She looked to be only eleven or twelve years old, with a delicate oval face, born exceedingly beautiful, her skin fair, tender, and smooth.

The most eye-catching feature was the young girl's pair of eyes, large and bright, carrying a trace of natural pride and liveliness, as if she was born to be held in the palms of people's hands.

"Holy shit, another beauty! How did I not notice her just now?!"

Dai Mubai's eyes lit up, his gaze sweeping over the girl as he secretly scored her in his heart.

This face, this temperament—at least ninety points or higher!

The girl walked up to the table and slightly raised her chin. "How do we test?"

Li Yusong lifted his eyelids, sized her up, and paused for a fraction of a second on the attire she wore.

That fabric—at a glance, it was not something the child of an ordinary family could afford to wear.

"Release your martial soul," Li Yusong said indifferently.

"Oh."

The girl didn't waste words either, extending her right hand with her palm facing upward.

The next second, a dazzling radiance leaped in her palm, and an exquisite little pagoda slowly materialized.

The pagoda was crystal clear throughout, seeming to be pieced together from seven different colors of glazed glass.

It shone brilliantly under the sunlight, so beautiful that people couldn't bear to look away.

Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!

Li Yusong's pupils shrank fiercely, his originally lazy posture straightening up instantly. "When you came here, do your adults know?"

Ning Rongrong withdrew her martial soul and slightly nodded.

"Alright, you passed."

Li Yusong didn't waste words either, not even letting Ning Rongrong display her Soul Ring configuration, and motioned for her to walk to the rear.

Seeing Ning Rongrong approach, Dai Mubai immediately tidied his hairstyle, revealed the angle he considered perfect, and smiled slightly at her.

"Hello, miss. My name is Dai Mubai, and I'm also your senior."

"Oh."

Ning Rongrong gave an unenthusiastic "oh," silently coming to a stop two meters away from Dai Mubai.

The smile on Dai Mubai's face stiffened for a split second, a trace of gloom flashing across the depths of his eyes.

He, Dai Mubai, prince of the Star Luo Empire, when had he ever been so ignored by a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl?

Yet very quickly, he recovered that gentle smile, secretly recording this debt in his heart.

Interesting. The more aloof they are, the greater the thrill of conquering them.

Dai Mubai licked the corner of his mouth, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong's back as he already began plotting how to win over this proud little princess.

At that moment, Li Yusong's voice came from the front.

"Next, step forward to test."

A black figure stepped out from the crowd.

She walked to the table, came to a stop, and looked at Li Yusong expressionlessly.

Li Yusong sized her up and said indifferently, "Release your martial soul."

The young girl didn't waste words, raising her right hand.

The next second, a pitch-black phantom of a Hell Spirit Cat materialized behind her, its pupils ghostly green, emanating an ice-cold aura.

Immediately afterward, two yellow Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath her feet.

"Hundred-year Soul Ring, two rings, superior martial soul quality."

Li Yusong nodded, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. "What is your name?"

"...Zhu Zhuqing."

The young girl's voice was cold and clear, devoid of a trace of emotion.

"Very well, Zhu Zhuqing, you passed."

Li Yusong ticked off an entry on the roster, motioning for her to stand at the back.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded slightly, turned, and went to stand beside Ning Rongrong, not looking at anyone throughout the entire process.

Dai Mubai's gaze continually followed her, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"Zhu Zhuqing..."

He murmured to himself, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful smile.

That name—he felt like he had heard it somewhere before.