Douluo: Reincarnation of the Rock King, Wandering in the Mortal World

Chapter 244 244: Do you understand His Majesty the God of War, or do I understand His Majesty the God of War!
"Xue Qinghe" was not surprised by Xiao Feilian's blunt words.

She didn't quite understand Xue Ye's actions.

The previous identity of this little cat girl was an auction item. It would be strange if she didn't bear a grudge against the royal family.

Could it be that Xue Ye was so confident that with the things he gave away, the little cat girl would be grateful?
Don't say it, really don't say it.

Emperor Xue Ye really thought so!
You know, the first soul bone he gave Xiao Fei to practice was a top-level soul bone that was more than 95,000 years old!
The value of a piece of this top-level soul bone is something that no amount of little cat girls can exchange for!

Add to that the resources the college has allocated to her, and the exact amount is even more unknown.

From Emperor Xue Ye's perspective, he has done well enough. Even a stone should be moved, right?
But how could he know that some things could not be measured by money or soul bones.

If she hadn't met Zhongli, her fate would be unknown.

How can you not hate it?

As time passed, the food on the table gradually decreased. Knowing Xiao Fei's appetite, Xue Qinghe was not surprised.

After the waiter cleaned the table and left, "Xue Qinghe" took out a very simple box from the storage soul guide.

When they saw the box, Xiao Feilian and "Xue Qinghe" were slightly silent.

A box that can isolate the fluctuations of soul power. There is no doubt that what is contained in it must be soul bones!

The soul bone that even the young master of the Spirit Hall is excited about must be of very high quality.

"Put it away first, lest its spirit power fluctuates and attracts prying eyes, causing unnecessary trouble."

Xue Qinghe said with a serious face.

If there is a strong person who isolates this area, then it would be easy, just open it up.

Unfortunately, there is no strong person to do this at the moment.

As for She Long and Cixue, in order to reduce the risk of exposure, the two tried not to take action if possible.

Xiao Feilian thought for a moment and put the box away. Before she could say anything, Xue Qinghe said, "I never thought that the royal family would have a 100,000-year-old torso soul bone."

"Do you know how precious this soul bone is?"

First of all, this soul bone is a hundred thousand year level soul bone. From this point of view alone, it is extremely precious and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a priceless treasure.

Secondly, it is not only a hundred thousand year soul bone, but also a torso soul bone!

Among the six conventional soul bones, this is the most important soul bone, and also the soul bone that can enhance the soul master the most.

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of a hundred thousand year old torso soul bone is completely equivalent to two soul bones from other parts of the body, or even more!

Once this soul bone appears, it is clear that Xue Ye is determined to obtain it!
Xiao Feilian was stunned, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

She really didn't expect that the box contained a hundred thousand year old torso soul bone!

My goodness, did Emperor Xue Ye take out all the wealth of the Tiandou Empire?

At this time, Xiao Feilian felt a little complicated and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, little cat girl, just accept it. Just consider it as your reward for acting."

Xue Qinghe said indifferently.

Under normal circumstances, if she inherited the throne, these things should belong to the Spirit Hall.

Forget it, Xiao Feilian is one of us anyway.

"Can you please stop calling me that? You really look like..."

Xiao Feilian's eyes twitched slightly and he said with some embarrassment.

If she was her original appearance, it wouldn't matter.

But it really looked weird with her holding Xue Qinghe's face.

Xue Qinghe shrugged helplessly and said, "Okay, Miss Chiyu."

"Let's go, go shopping, and call it a day."

"Hmm~" At this time, the day's competition had ended, and the streets of Tiandou City began to become lively.

"Zhongli, Zhongli!"

"Look, what is that!"

As if he had seen something extraordinary, Paimon pointed in a direction and shouted to Zhongli beside him.

Her eyes widened and her face was filled with disbelief!

Following Paimeng's little hand, I saw a man in the crowd, holding a folding fan and wearing a gown, who seemed to be telling something.

Seeing him dressed like this, Zhongli was slightly stunned.

That "familiar" feeling came over me.

Although there are storytellers on Douluo Continent, most of them are wandering poets. What they tell is not "embellished" at all, as if they are just conveying some information.

But the person in front of him was different. His words constantly stirred up everyone's emotions, as if he wanted to replay the scene at that time.

The folding fan in his hand is this man's martial soul. As for his clothes, no one knows how he made them.

"Familiar feeling."

After saying this, Zhongli walked towards the crowd.

Seeing this, Paimeng hurriedly followed. She even felt that someone might have traveled through time from Liyue again.

"It is said that one day, a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast was causing trouble in the mountains, and His Majesty the God of War passed by this place..."

The storyteller would wave his fan from time to time. He was not a soul master, and the fan could not bring any bonus to the stories he told, but he did enjoy doing it.

When you get closer, you can see that this is a very small store. There are only two tables inside. When there are too many people, it is impossible to sit down, so they have to stand outside the door.

"Faced with a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, His Majesty the Martial God simply waved his hand, and the soul beast immediately collapsed to the ground, unable to get up!"

"The little boy whose home was destroyed saw this, and without any hesitation, he raised a stone weighing dozens of kilograms and threw it at the soul beast!"

"It is said that..."

The more Zhongli and Paimeng listened, the more they felt something was wrong. Why did this scene resemble so much what happened in Wang Chen’s hometown?

But the plot was completely changed.

Several wolf thieves, the strongest of whom were great soul masters, were forcibly described as ten thousand year old soul beasts.

He didn't make a move at all, but the other party said he did...

Zhongli stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.

Paimeng was stunned, feeling like his brain was not enough. Had he really experienced such a thing?
How come she doesn't know?

"Do you know why Your Majesty the Martial God wants to help the little boy awaken his martial spirit?"

"do not know!"

"You must be lying. How is it possible that you haven't awakened your martial spirit at the age of twelve?"

"The Spirit Hall helps civilians awaken their spirits every year. Even if he missed one or two years, he can't have missed six years, right?"

The crowd raised doubts, but the storyteller remained expressionless.

impossible?
Haha~

He heard this from the person involved, and there was no exaggeration at all.

The previous story was actually made up.

"I think that Wushen Douluo should not have any purpose. He just wanted to help, and then he helped."

As soon as these words came out, the storyteller immediately became angry and said, "Who is talking nonsense?"

"Do you understand His Majesty the God of War, or do I understand His Majesty the God of War?"

(End of this chapter)