Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Chapter 53 Men’s Clothing
Catwoman had no intention of coming out and continued to look at the three people vigilantly.

She was an item for auction, so she naturally heard the entire process of the auction.

She also understood that the identities of the three people in front of her seemed unusual, especially the one called Leosli...

It seems like everyone respects him.

He seems very powerful.

But from the first impression, it seems that they are no different from those nobles.

Buy her for...
"Find her some clothes." Leosli turned his head slightly, looking closely at Catwoman's figure, his voice revealing some concern and tenderness, as if he was holding up a piece of sheltering blue sky for her.

"Alas..." Xue Qinghe's eyes twitched slightly, as if a sudden cold wind had stirred ripples in her heart. She knew that Leosili's intentions were not simple, but at the moment, she was dressed in men's clothing. If she took out women's clothes in public, her reputation would be ruined if the news got out. She would be laughed at as a "pervert".

Catwoman's petite figure seemed somewhat malnourished in the Douluo Continent, like a small flower struggling to survive in the wilderness. Though stubborn, she seemed frail and weak. Her eyes flickered with anticipation and trepidation, like a small, bewildered animal, which made her endearing.

The height of humans in Douluo Continent can sometimes be linked to their martial spirits. People with weapon martial spirits are generally shorter than those with beast martial spirits. Of course, this is due to the fact that those beast martial spirits are large beasts.

Take Zhao Wuji from Shrek Academy for example, his martial soul is the Mighty King Kong Bear, which is higher than that of Li Yusong, who is a weapon-spirited soul master.

"Duke, I'm a man." Xue Qinghe didn't know what Leosli had seen, but he still emphasized his gender. "Also, isn't that Sigwen next to you?"

Leosli glanced at Xue Qinghe, and it was this look that made Xue Qinghe feel a little uneasy.

Could it be that he really saw something?
The catwoman in the cage also heard the conversation between the two.

Duke, is this tall-looking man the Duke?
Looks like a noble?
But would the nobles be so kind?

"Forget it, let her wear my clothes first." Xue Qinghe didn't know if he felt a little nervous because of Leosli's look, but he finally took out a piece of men's clothing from the storage soul guide and gave it to Catwoman.

It has to be said that Xue Qinghe, disguised as a man, still continues her style as Qian Renxue in terms of dressing.

Almost all white.

After a while, Catwoman changed into Xue Qinghe's clothes and walked out.

Although it was men's clothing, Catwoman's sense of smell was extremely sensitive due to the mutation of her martial soul. Especially now, after smelling the scent on the clothes, her mind was full of question marks.

Why do this person's clothes all have the scent that only girls have?

Moreover, the size of this clothing doesn't seem to be suitable for men at all.

At that moment, Catwoman stood alone, like a flower trembling in the wind, not far from Leosili and Xue Qinghe. Though her figure was charming, her bright eyes betrayed a hint of vigilance, as if ready to flee from any threat. Her expression was that of a frightened animal, fearing Leosili and Xue Qinghe might do anything to harm her.

"Girl, do you remember the way home?"

Leosley's voice was low and calm, like a summer breeze blowing gently through the lush leaves.

Although his expression was as cold as ice and his eyes were as deep as a pool without any fluctuation, his gentle tone brought an inexplicable sense of security to Catwoman's heart, making her vigilance fade away a little.

"I... I have no home..." Catwoman's words were as cold as autumn water. Her whole body trembled slightly, and her heart was also fluctuating with these simple words.

Although Leosley seemed indifferent, he could detect a hint of deep hatred in her words, like a twinkling star in the night sky, making people feel uneasy.

Home, for her, did not seem like a beautiful destination, but a painful memory. Her voice was like a wisp of smoke, vague and uncertain, as if it would dissipate in the wind at any time.

"You, you bought me...are you planning to do something like that to me?"

Catwoman muttered to herself, her heart filled with fear and anxiety.

She knew she was just an auction item, and though she was unwilling to accept it, she also understood the cruelty of the world. She thought of those paunchy nobles and greedy old men, and a chill ran down her spine, knowing her fate might not be any better.

However, if it is this seemingly gentle duke, perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope.

Although she resisted in her heart, she had no choice but to look at him. It seemed that he was quite good-looking...

Leosli shook his head after hearing this, his heart remaining calm. Facing misunderstandings, his heart was like a towering mountain, impervious to wind and rain. Of course, if conditions allowed, he would produce concrete evidence and explain things clearly to her.

Catwoman saw him shake his head, a hint of confusion crossing her face.

"If it wasn't for that, then what did you buy me for?"

She muttered to herself, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. Over two hundred thousand gold soul coins—for her, that was an astronomical sum that ordinary people could only dream of. Her large eyes stared straight at Leosli.

Although she was very reluctant to be bought, but... if this person was a good person, it would actually be a good idea!
As long as he doesn't give her away to someone else.

Seeing Catwoman's cute expression, Leosley smiled slightly and then asked, "Do you have a name?"

Catwoman felt an inexplicable warmth in her heart. For some reason, she always felt that Leosley was a kind-hearted person.

It felt like the spring sunshine filtering through the treetops onto her shoulders, warm and reassuring. At that moment, nestled beside Leosley, she felt like she was in a safe harbor, and her mind slowly calmed down.

"I...I don't have a name."

Her voice was low and a little hoarse, as if at this moment, even the air was mourning her loneliness.

She lowered her head, wearing Xue Qinghe's clothes, immersed in complicated thoughts, but her heart was empty.

Leosley was stunned, her words echoing in his mind, "No name?"

This simple answer was like a thorn that pierced his heart. He looked at Catwoman and couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Before her martial soul awakened, didn't she even have a name?
"Before coming here... not even here?" he asked softly, his voice like a warm spring breeze, trying to dispel the thick haze in her heart.

"No..." Her voice was weak, like the yellow leaves swept down by the autumn wind, full of helplessness and loss.

(End of this chapter)