Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 594 White Tiger Martial Spirit is not White Tiger

early morning.

The soft and warm sunlight, like a layer of gauze, quietly shines into the room through the gaps in the window.

The golden light gently fell on the bed, and was like a gentle wake-up call, which gradually woke the two people who were sleeping soundly from their sweet dreams in this quiet atmosphere.

Nan Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Wu Siduo's delicate, porcelain-like profile.

Nan Fusheng stared at her, his heart agitated, and he secretly sighed: She is truly a charming little goblin who can captivate people's hearts.

My thoughts involuntarily drifted back to last night, and that thrilling confrontation seemed to be right in front of me.

At that time, Wu Siduo took advantage of Nan Fusheng's unpreparedness and accurately grasped his vital point. Nan Fusheng was caught off guard and fell into a passive position in an instant. Wu Siduo suppressed him fiercely with swift force. Then, there was a unilateral "ravage" that left him powerless to fight back.

Wu Siduo displayed strength and determination, and every move she made was accompanied by unquestionable control, which made Nan Fusheng, after the initial shock, fall into a dilemma where he could resist with all his might but was unable to break free.

"By the way, do I have a life gate?"

As this thought suddenly emerged in Nan Fusheng's mind, the situation on the battle changed again.

Because Nan Fusheng recalled one thing, that is, he has become a mythical creature, and although his physical strength may not be top-notch, his key attribute of recovery ability has a terrifying performance beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Coupled with the powerful feedback force brought by Nashida's absorption of life energy, the two complement each other, making his recovery ability incredible.

In the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few people who can match Nan Fusheng's recovery ability.

Not to mention that he was caught by Wu Siduo, even if his heart was severely damaged and directly blown up, with his strong recovery ability, he would be able to mold a new heart in a short time, or let his body grow a brand new heart autonomously.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng couldn't help but raise his lips slightly, revealing a confident smile. It turned out that Wu Siduo had never really grasped his vital point from the beginning to the end.

With the awakening of this key cognition, the situation changed drastically in an instant.

Nan Fusheng no longer had any hesitation or retreat. He suddenly moved, and with lightning speed, he suppressed Wu Siduo under him again.

Then, Nan Fusheng started to teach Wu Siduo a lesson, and every move was full of strength and determination. He wanted Wu Siduo to understand what the price of underestimating him was.

During this process, bursts of noise were heard from the room from time to time, which were symbols of the collision of forces and the reversal of fate.

If I had to describe it, I could probably use a song to describe it:

In the small garden, dig and dig, plant small seeds, and small flowers will bloom. In the big garden, dig and dig, plant big seeds, and big flowers will bloom.

Of course, if you want to describe it more accurately, perhaps "dig" should not be used, but "insert" would be more appropriate.

Anyway, Nan Fusheng showed no mercy to Wu Siduo, who dared to hold his vital point in his hands.

At first, Wu Siduo acted very tough, and she didn't seem to realize how serious the mistake she had made was.

Not only that, she went even further, constantly shouting and provoking Nan Fusheng, her words full of stubbornness and unwillingness. However, her impulsive behavior undoubtedly further angered Nan Fusheng, who was already on the verge of exploding.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng did not hesitate any longer and immediately launched a fierce "stick education".

The sound of the stick falling echoed in the silent space, as if it was a severe judgment on Wu Siduo's wrong behavior. Under this storm-like punishment, Wu Siduo's tough attitude finally began to collapse.

She gradually realized her recklessness and impulsiveness. In the face of Nan Fusheng's powerful deterrent power, her arrogance was completely extinguished. She soon calmed down and began to beg Nan Fusheng for mercy.

But Nanfu was still angry and did not stop immediately after Wu Siduo begged for mercy. His anger had not yet completely subsided, and after hitting Wu Siduo's front, he turned his target of punishment to her buttocks.

Every blow caused Wu Siduo to wail in pain, and the sound echoed in the room like a sad melody.

However, after all, they were former classmates, so even though Wu Siduo made him angry, Nan Fusheng finally softened his heart after she begged for mercy.

Nan Fusheng stopped when Wu Siduo's eyes became dazed and her body was shaky.

And now, looking at Wu Siduo who was curled up like a kitten in his arms, Nan Fusheng quietly placed his big hand on her snow-white body.

"It's so big!" Nan Fusheng couldn't help but sigh.

There were only a few women with whom he had actually had relationships, but among them, Wu Siduo could be said to be the most mature one he had ever met.

Xu Xiaoyan has a petite figure, just like a flower bud about to bloom in spring, full of the agility and playfulness unique to a young girl. Her figure is that of a standard girl, immature but full of vitality.

As for Fors and Gu Yuena, their body proportions are perfect, neither too big nor too small, just right. Their every move exudes the elegance and charm of mature women, and every line of their body is like a masterpiece carefully crafted by nature.

As for Nashida... needless to say, there is no comparison.

Moreover, Wu Siduo has one thing that Xu Xiaoyan and the others cannot compare to. That is, she is not a white tiger!

Yes, although one of her two martial souls is a white tiger, Wu Siduo herself is not a white tiger. Perhaps this is because both of her martial souls are cat-type martial souls.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng's big hand began to move gradually downwards, touching that mysterious area.

Speaking of cats, everyone knows that, except for extremely special hairless cat breeds, most cats have thick and soft hair, and Wusiduo is no exception.

Her skin was delicate and smooth, as warm as mutton-fat jade, and beneath this delicacy, there was a layer of soft fuzz, just like the gentlest breeze in spring, gently brushing across Nan Fusheng's fingertips, bringing an indescribable wonderful touch.

This layer of fur not only added a bit of wildness and mystery to her, but also inadvertently touched Nan Fusheng's heartstrings, making him more and more intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Nan Fusheng lay on his side on the bed, his eyes attracted by the flaming red hair of Wu Siduo beside him. A bold and curious idea quietly grew in his mind.

"If the hair is red, does that mean the rest of the body is also red?"

This thought came to his mind and grew wildly like weeds. His eyes slowly moved down to the body covered by the quilt, and his hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, reaching slightly towards the quilt, his movements were gentle but with a hint of urgency.

He carefully lifted a corner of the quilt and looked inside. After just one glance, he made up his mind.

The color seen before your eyes is definitely not the deep red of blood, but a different kind of red with vitality and vigor, just like a red rose blooming in spring, delicate and gorgeous.

"Where are you touching?!" Just as Nan Fusheng was gradually immersed in the delicate and soft touch of his hands, a coquettish female voice sounded in his ears like a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

The voice contained three parts of anger and seven parts of shyness, instantly breaking Nan Fusheng's intoxication. Then, he felt his big hand under the quilt, as if it was firmly clamped by a delicate clamp.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw that Wu Siduo had woken up. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she looked so beautiful. Her eyes were flashing with anger, and she glared at Nan Fusheng fiercely, as if silently accusing him of "offending".

However, beneath this anger, there was a subtle hint of shyness and panic.

Facing Wu Siduo's questioning, Nan Fusheng did not show any panic or embarrassment. Since the two of them had already had an intimate relationship, he simply threw away all his disguises and reservedness, and showed Wu Siduo a confident and charming smile.

"We touched each other last night, so it doesn't matter if we touch each other now."

As he spoke, the big hand that was tightly clamped by Wu Siduo's slender legs not only did not retreat, but instead boldly caressed it. The movement was gentle yet a little provocative. The palm of his hand felt the elastic thigh skin, which felt warm and delicate.

"Bad guy." Wu Siduo, who was usually arrogant and cold, showed a rare shy attitude of a little woman in front of Nan Fusheng after experiencing the passionate love last night.

She lowered her head slightly, a hint of shyness and sweetness flashed in her eyes, and her voice unconsciously became soft and sticky. This look was completely different from her usual self, but it added a bit of charming charm.

However, when Wu Siduo felt Nan Fusheng's still somewhat restless big hand, a trace of panic immediately flashed in her eyes, and then she reached out and grabbed Nan Fusheng's big hand, her eyes full of pleading, and she said softly: "You, don't mess around. I really can't take it now."

Her voice was filled with an undisguised sense of powerlessness, which was her body's protest after last night's ordeal.

After being "educated" by Nan Fusheng last night, her body had indeed reached its limit.

Every inch of her skin seemed to be telling of last night's madness and exhaustion. Even at this moment, there were still traces of pain in her body, as if reminding her of everything she had experienced last night.

"Couldn't you have been more gentle last night?"

The more Wu Siduo thought about it, the more she felt wronged. She couldn't help but punch Nan Fusheng's chest with her pink little fist. Tears flashed in her eyes, with complaints about the pain last night and complicated emotions towards Nan Fusheng.

After all, it was her first time experiencing such an intimate thing, and this bad guy had no mercy on her at all last night and took away her two first times.

Especially the second first time, which made her feel so embarrassed that she felt ashamed.

She had never thought that she would experience such intimate contact in such a private place. The unprecedented experience made her feel shy and at the same time, it caused a different kind of ripple in the depths of her heart.

Facing Wu Siduo's accusation, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly, but did not stop the action of his hands, and said: "Who made my Wu Siduo so charming? I can't help myself. Don't worry, I won't do anything wrong. I just touched her."

"Who is your family?"

Hearing Nan Fusheng's frank and affectionate words, Wu Siduo's heart was instantly filled with a sweet warmth. However, her usual reserve and stubbornness made her unable to help but respond stubbornly even at this moment of overflowing love.

But her body was more honest than words. She did not continue to stop Nan Fusheng's intimate actions, but chose to close her eyes slightly, allowing the warm and powerful hands to slowly caress her skin, feeling this special tenderness and intimacy.

After some affectionate caressing, Nan Fusheng finally stood up slowly and began to dress leisurely.

Seeing Wu Siduo about to get up, Nan Fusheng's eyes flashed with concern. He quickly reached out his hand and gently pressed her down. He said with unquestionable concern in his tone, "You just went through that last night. You should take a rest first."

"Yeah." Wu Siduo replied softly, with a hint of fatigue and obedience in her voice. She nodded obediently, her eyes full of trust and dependence on Nan Fusheng.

At this moment, she seemed to have turned into a docile kitten, immersed in the care given by Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng looked at Wu Siduo, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he said seriously: "Wu Siduo, you will stay with me from now on."

"No." Unexpectedly, Wu Siduo shook her head and said, "I want to work in the Federal Central Security Bureau."

Seeing Nan Fusheng's somewhat surprised look, Wu Siduo explained: "You, you probably haven't applied to the Federal Central Security Bureau for a bodyguard yet, right?"

Hearing Wu Siduo say this, Nan Fusheng also understood her intention and immediately nodded and said:
"Not yet. Then I will write a letter for you. You can take the letter to the Mingdu Central Army to report. Then someone will come to arrange for you. It may take some time."

Since Wu Siduo wanted to go to the Federal Central Guard Bureau, Nan Fusheng would naturally not stop her but would just help her silently.

"Yeah." Wu Siduo nodded slightly, a grateful smile on her face.

Then, she seemed to remember something and said, "Can you write one for Yiran as well? I have already informed her that I am safe. She is now in a hotel outside Tiandou City. I want to go to Mingdu with her when the time comes."

"Sure." Nan Fusheng would not refuse such a small matter. "Then when do you want to leave?"

"Tomorrow." Wu Siduo thought for a moment and then said.

"So fast?" Nan Fusheng's eyes showed a hint of reluctance.

Seeing Nan Fusheng's appearance, how could Wu Siduo not understand what he was thinking? Her pretty face instantly turned red, like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

"Hmph." She snorted coquettishly, and quietly stretched out her jade feet from the quilt, gently kicked Nan Fusheng, and said coquettishly, "Bad guy."

"Then don't you like it?" Nan Fusheng took advantage of the situation and grabbed Wu Siduo's jade feet, holding them in his palms and playing with them gently. His fingers shuttled gently between Wu Siduo's toes, his movements were gentle and ambiguous.

"Hmm~" Wu Siduo suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from the soles of her feet, which quickly spread throughout her body. Her plump toes couldn't help but curl up slightly, and this strange feeling made her body tremble slightly.

"Bad guy, at worst you can come as you please tonight."

Wu Siduo bit her lip, her voice trembling with shyness. She turned her head slightly away, not daring to look directly into Nan Fusheng's eyes. Her delicate earlobes were already red, like ripe cherries.

"Even if it's later, it's okay." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito, but it was particularly clear in this quiet room.

"Okay, you said so."

Looking at the somewhat shy Wu Siduo, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly. He had no intention of doing anything rash. But since there was an unexpected surprise, of course he would accept it.

"You should have a good rest first. I will make you some blood-replenishing medicine soup."

"Hmm." Wu Siduo's voice, as thin as a mosquito's bite, sounded.

(End of this chapter)