Douluo: The Dragon King - I Planted the Divine Tree in Douluo.

Chapter 227 The Correct Use of Illusion!

Upon arriving, Dong Qianqiu was incredibly curious about everything in the living room, poking and touching everything.

At first, I was able to remain restrained and tiptoe around, afraid of breaking something.

But soon her mischievous nature was exposed, and she started tearing the house apart like a husky that had broken free of its restraints.

No matter what it is, whether you recognize it or not, just grab it and stuff it in your mouth to taste its saltiness.

If you can't fit it in your mouth, just open your mouth wide and bite it with your upper teeth.

Su Mo watched from the side, his veins throbbing.

If Dong Qianqiu continues like this, her living room will soon need to be redecorated.

"come over!"

Su Mo, unable to bear it any longer, waved to Dong Qianqiu.

These things were worthless trinkets to Su Mo.

But anyone would be angry if a brat like Dong Qianqiu caused trouble for them.

Seeing Su Mo's dark face, Dong Qianqiu lowered her head guiltily, her steps as slow as a snail crawling on the ground.

Seeing this, Su Mo grabbed Dong Qianqiu and slapped her hard on the buttocks.

"Slap!" A crisp slap echoed in the living room.

The burning pain in her bottom made Dong Qianqiu instinctively cover it, her little face scrunched up, her lips pouting, staring at Su Mo with a pitiful expression.

Su Mo reached out and gently tapped Dong Qianqiu's forehead.

Pointing to her living room, which had been ravaged by Dong Qianqiu, she said irritably, "Stop putting on that pitiful act!"

"Look at the mess you've made of my living room!"

Following Su Mo's gaze, Dong Qianqiu saw an empty vase lying askew in a corner, its neck chipped. The leather sofa was covered in clear bite marks, with wet saliva still clinging to it.

Even the decorative magazine on the coffee table wasn't spared.

"Hehehe~"

Looking at the mess in the living room, Dong Qianqiu stuck out her tongue sheepishly, trying to get away with it by being cute.

Su Mo, however, did not indulge her at all, and pinched and rubbed Dong Qianqiu's chubby, bouncy face vigorously.

Dong Qianqiu hurriedly raised her hands, her words slurred as she surrendered, "I poked it, I poked it!"

"That's more like it!"

Seeing that Dong Qianqiu realized her mistake, Su Mo released his hands from pinching Dong Qianqiu's face.

But you know what, Dong Qianqiu's bouncy little face is actually quite addictive to pinch.

Her face turned bright red from Su Mo's pinching. Although Dong Qianqiu didn't dare to show anything on the surface, she had already started to complain about Su Mo in her heart.

Seeing that Dong Qianqiu practically had "I'm cursing you" written all over her face, Su Mo kicked her in the butt again, annoyed. "Alright, stop cursing and look up at me!"

"No, I'm going to yell!"

Dong Qianqiu answered subconsciously.

But the moment the words left her mouth, Dong Qianqiu regretted them and quickly stared at Su Mo with her big, bright eyes.

Stop fooling around!

Su Mo gave Dong Qianqiu a light tap on the head, saying, "Look into my eyes!"

"Uh-huh!"

Feeling guilty, Dong Qianqiu subconsciously straightened her body, staring at Su Mo with her big, bright eyes, her expression somewhat awkward.

Without wasting any words, Su Mo activated his Sharingan and cast a genjutsu on Dong Qianqiu.

The next moment, Dong Qianqiu felt a dizzying sensation before her eyes, but when she came to her senses, she found that nothing had happened.

But soon, Dong Qianqiu realized something was wrong. Hyotei's figure had disappeared from the living room, and the living room, which she had made a mess of, had returned to its original state.

Dong Qianqiu, confused about what had just happened, quickly tugged at Su Mo's sleeve, "Mianma, what exactly happened?"

"Where did Hyotei-sama go? And why did the room revert to its original state?"

Su Mo glanced at Dong Qianqiu and said calmly, "Because this is a world I created using illusion magic!"

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"Illusion!"

Dong Qianqiu stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

She was no stranger to illusions.

Like the mermaids of the ocean, they are very good at using their songs to create illusions, so that their enemies and prey die without pain.

A terrifying thought flashed through her mind: "Menma is going to kill her!"

Thinking of this, Dong Qianqiu's body trembled violently, and panic surged into her heart like a tidal wave.

Her delicate face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if all the blood had been drained from it.

The next second, Dong Qianqiu's legs went weak, and she suddenly hugged Su Mo's leg with a "plop," tears streaming down her face. "Lord Menma, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"I shouldn't have gotten so cocky! I'll never chew on random things again!"

"Please don't kill me, waaaaah!"

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Looking at Dong Qianqiu, who was tightly hugging her own legs and trembling like a quail, Su Mo was utterly speechless.

How come I never noticed before that this little brat Dong Qianqiu has such severe paranoia?

After a moment of silence, Su Mo slowly spoke, "Let go of me."

Upon hearing this, Dong Qianqiu hugged him even tighter, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, "No! I'm afraid you'll kill me!"

Looking at Dong Qianqiu, who was clinging to him like an octopus, Su Mo sighed helplessly, then reached out and flicked Dong Qianqiu's forehead.

"That's a good example of what you've imagined. Don't overthink it next time."

"When did I say I was going to kill you?"

"I didn't bring you into the illusion world to kill you; I wanted to teach you the common sense of life in the human world."

"Teach me—teach me common sense about life?"

Dong Qianqiu blinked her big, bright eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Yes! I'll teach you everyday life skills!"

Su Mo nodded, her expression as serious as a teacher about to give a lecture to freshmen.

"First, let's begin our first lesson—basic life skills!"

Su Mo raised his hand and snapped his fingers crisply, and the whole world began to change rapidly as if it had been reset.

Supermarket shelves emerged from the ground, and brightly colored packaging bags rustled.

Dong Qianqiu hadn't had time to figure out what had happened.

The next second, she and Su Mo were standing in the school corridor again, the school bell ringing overhead.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself on a bustling street, watching the crowds of people coming and going.

They watched like bystanders, observing a fast-forwarded documentary of life.

Dong Qianqiu stared intently at the scene before her, not daring to blink, for fear of missing something.

After Su Mo finished playing the videos, Dong Qianqiu's brows were furrowed into a deep frown, her face scrunched up, looking preoccupied.

Having witnessed the splendor of the human world, Dong Qianqiu felt somewhat insecure.

She was somewhat afraid that she wouldn't be able to integrate into the human world, thus causing trouble for Su Mo.

Su Mo naturally noticed Dong Qianqiu's worry and quickly comforted her, "You'll get used to it gradually."

"Anyway, we have plenty of time in this illusionary world."

That's right, illusion.

As a transmigrator from Earth, Su Mo knew better than anyone that ninjutsu was never just a tool for killing.

If used properly, ninjutsu can make the world more efficient.

Especially illusions.

In Su Mo's view, it was a waste for ninjas to use illusion techniques as a means of attack and intelligence gathering.

It's clear that by simply manipulating the flow of time within the illusionary world, one could obtain an excellent training ground.

Although this training ground can only be used to train some skills and theoretical things, that's all.

But this is already incredibly amazing, isn't it?

The time flow ratio between the illusionary world he and Dong Qianqiu are currently in and the outside world is approximately 1:3600.

In other words, if they stay here for an hour, only a second will pass in the outside world.

Although it can't compare to a hair's breadth of Tsukuyomi in terms of time flow, at least it has no side effects.

Furthermore, the ratio of time flow between the illusionary world and the real world will continue to increase as one's mental strength grows.

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