Shrek's Miserable Life After That Night

Tang San's furious roar instantly silenced the previously noisy environment.

Everyone turned to look at the scene where a young man was cursing a middle-aged man in this ridiculous way.

Feeling the curious gazes of those around him, Zhao Wuji felt guilty, embarrassed, and extremely remorseful.

He, a dignified Soul Saint, was actually being scolded by a Soul Grandmaster, and he couldn't even refute it.

As the instructor leading this hunt for Soul Beast, it was indeed my fault for not protecting them properly.

"Third Brother, that's enough, stop talking. Teacher Zhao didn't do it on purpose. There's nothing Teacher Zhao can do about how things turned out. Besides, Teacher Zhao is, in the end, also..."

"Shut up, you fatso! How dare you say that?! Isn't everything we're going through all thanks to you?! If you hadn't been unable to control your lust and seduce that Titled Douluo's granddaughter, would we be in this mess?! I think you're the one who should die!"

Hearing Ma Hongjun defending Zhao Wuji, Tang San, enraged, began to curse.

If he hadn't provoked that Titled Douluo's granddaughter yesterday, they wouldn't be in this state today.

If they hadn't turned out like this, his Xiao Wu wouldn't still be missing.

After hearing Tang San's angry rebuke, Ma Hongjun dared not utter a word, and lowered his head with an extremely aggrieved expression.

Ultimately, their current predicament stems from their impulsive actions last night.

But he really couldn't stand it; his Evil Fire wasn't something he could easily suppress.

The thought of Evil Fire made Ma Hongjun feel as if the Evil Fire within him was starting to ignite again.

"Alright, Xiao San, I understand you're angry, but please trust me. Once I've safely taken you back, I'll have the director send people to search for you. Right now, my most important task is to ensure your safety!"

Zhao Wuji spoke in a low voice.

The situation has become quite ugly, so Zhao Wuji wants to end it as soon as possible.

"No need. You just stay here and wait to die. I'll go find it myself."

After saying that, Tang San ignored Zhao Wuji's obstruction and left the restaurant, beginning to search aimlessly within the town.

Soon, as Tang San was searching, he passed by the tavern where their tragic night had begun and saw the four people who had caused their group to fall apart in just one night preparing to leave by carriage.

Tang San's eyes instantly turned red as he watched the four people leaving in the carriage.

It was because of those four that Xiao Wu was kidnapped by unknown people.

It's all because of them

You've caused my Xiao Wu to go missing; you've already chosen your own path to destruction!

Even in his rage, Tang San's mind remained remarkably clear.

He knew that if he attacked the other party now, he would definitely die since he had no background. Therefore, the only thing he could do now was to find Xiao Wu, keep this hatred in his heart, and wait until he became Titled Douluo before he could seek revenge!

At this moment, Tang San's desire for cultivation grew even stronger.

However, Tang San inexplicably recalled the scene of his battle with the boy who looked to be about the same age as him yesterday.

They are about the same age, but the other person is already a three-ring Soul Elder, while I am still Soul Grandmaster, and there is still a long way to go before I become Soul Elder.

Furthermore, Tang San admitted that even if he imbued his Blue Silver Grass with a third Soul Skill, Tang San wasn't confident he could defeat his opponent.

"In the end, no matter what, the Blue Silver Grass's combat ability is still too weak. If I had switched to cultivating my left-hand Martial Soul, would the situation last night have changed?!"

In a short time, this conjecture began to take root in Tang San's mind.

Last night's battle can be considered the only battle Tang San has lost so far.

Even when he used his most effective Hidden Weapons in recent years, it was still the same.

This dealt Tang San an immense blow.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji settled Ma Hongjun into his room.

Just as he was about to leave to get some rest, Ma Hongjun called out to Zhao Wuji.

"Teacher Zhao, I can't suppress my Evil Fire anymore."

Upon hearing Ma Hongjun's words, a look of despair appeared on Zhao Wuji's face, who was already utterly exhausted both physically and mentally.

These four people have so many stories to tell, each one more numerous than the last.

"Okay, you wait here, I'll go out and find someone."

Zhao Wuji quickly found someone and brought them back.

"Here you are, Fatty. The conditions are limited, so please make do. This is just to vent my Evil Fire."

After Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he left the room directly.

He didn't want to watch or think about what was happening next; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his vomiting.

However, the conditions were indeed limited.

Ma Hongjun was left staring blankly at the middle-aged woman who weighed about 250 pounds.

"Tsk tsk, little kid, you're injured like this, and I didn't expect you to still have such strong desires. Don't worry, I'm an experienced old lady, I'll definitely give you a good time..."

"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer, I don't want to, I don't want to!"

Looking at the woman who was almost twice his size, Ma Hongjun could only struggle and cry out.

But it was no use. Finally, with Ma Hongjun in despair, the old woman sat directly on Ma Hongjun's lap.

Before long, Ma Hongjun felt as if his lower body was about to shatter.

Meanwhile, in the next room, Dai Mubai, who was listening to Ma Hongjun's screams, Youyou woke up.

However, when he woke up, he felt a sharp pain in his lower back.

"Damn it, you fat bastard, why are you yelling so loudly? It's so noisy! Damn it, it hurts so much! You're taking your Evil Fire out on me first thing in the morning! You deserve to have your leg broken yesterday!"

After muttering something to himself, Dai Mubai left the room, intending to eat something and then go out to have some fun.

Yesterday's Dugu Yan reignited Dai Mubai's desire, so he wanted to vent it.

But when Dai Mubai stood up, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing from his crotch.

Dai Mubai was shocked!

He quickly took off his pants and found that it was still there. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he was horrified to discover that he couldn't feel it at all.

In an instant, Dai Mubai's expression completely changed.

I can't even sense Dai Mubai's presence anymore.

How is this possible?!

Why is that?!

At this moment, Dai Mubai's expression gradually became blank.

"No!!!!!"

A piercing scream from Dai Mubai echoed in Zhao Wuji's ears.

As Zhao Wuji looked at Xiao Wu's farewell letter in his hand, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

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