Real and fake brothers, a familiar template, a familiar routine - bonus update for 300 monthly votes

Little did Tang Shan know that a certain Limit Douluo who had just broken through was now mired in profound self-doubt.

His gaze settled on the young man gradually reining in his will, and he, too, fell silent.

"Who are you?"

Su Yuntao frowned, his expression rather unpleasant.

He had been waiting for his little brother to arrive, and His Highness the Crown Prince had said he had already sent someone to fetch him. Yet instead of his little brother, a strange young man had turned up.

Especially with how extraordinarily handsome the stranger was, with his fair skin and striking features. If not for the immense will radiating from him, Su Yuntao would have suspected the Crown Prince of having some rather unusual tastes.

After all, having traveled the continent for so many years, Su Yuntao had seen plenty of the world and understood the diversity of the human species. Although he found certain peculiar tastes genuinely disgusting and unacceptable, he would not go so far as to call for blood.

Even though the young man before him had already demonstrated his exceptional talent, Su Yuntao's suspicions had not faded.

After all, this was the crown prince of a nation. Having seen so much, perhaps he had lost interest in the usual things. It would hardly be surprising if he tried something a little unusual.

Fortunately, his little brother loved working out and had an ordinary face. Surely he would not catch the Crown Prince's eye.

But then Su Yuntao thought again. He had heard that plenty of people liked the muscular type. With his little brother's muscles, that would practically be-

For some reason, Tang Shan suddenly felt a wave of chills wash over him, while Xue Qinghe felt his nose begin to itch.

Neither of them had