Douluo Continent: The Great Summoner Huo Yuhao

Chapter 10 After Wu Feng's Public Execution

"You..." Wu Feng didn't know what to say for a moment.

Should we apologize?

But he clearly relied on external aids; otherwise, how could a guy with only ten years of soul rings possibly defeat her?

And saying thank you is even more out of the question.

This guy is the one who made me look so ridiculous...

But then he...

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You're already sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, and you still want to keep bothering Huo Yuhao? Have you no shame?"

Seeing that Wu Feng still wanted to speak, Wang Dong immediately shut her up with his chatter.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Wang Dong's words made Wu Feng's face turn red and white, but she was also afraid that Huo Yuhao would expose her current ugly state.

So he gritted his teeth and struggled to get up.

"Huo Yuhao, I, Wu Feng, have always been one to repay kindness with kindness and to avenge wrongs. I will remember what happened today."

After leaving those words, Wu Feng quickly left to return to his dormitory to wash himself.

But after taking only two steps and feeling the chill beneath him, he quickly adjusted his pace and became hesitant.

……

Wu Feng almost staggered back to his dormitory.

The corridor was deserted, with only the cold white light cast by the soul-guiding lamps. With each step, the icy, sticky sensation felt like needles piercing into one's heart.

She bit her lower lip hard and pushed open the dormitory door.

"Click".

Wu Feng stood frozen at the door, where his roommate happened to be.

She was a young girl wearing a close-fitting black silk nightgown. Her neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of her fair neck and delicate collarbone. Her long hair was loose, which made her charming face look both languid and sharp under the light.

Hearing the noise, Zhu Lu raised her head, her deep purple eyes sweeping over, pausing for a moment on Wu Feng's disheveled leather skirt and legs, her eyebrows twitching almost imperceptibly.

"You're back?" Zhu Lu's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

She was bending down to wipe a short blade. "Didn't you say you were going to the night market to find your master?"

Wu Feng didn't say a word, slammed the door shut, and rushed straight to the bathroom on the inside of the room.

Yes, she originally wanted to go to Ningtian, but she couldn't find Ningtian. Instead, she ran into Huo Yuhao, who was selling grilled fish.

At that moment, she could feel Zhu Lu's gaze brushing across her back like a feather, carrying scrutiny and a hint of mockery...

Why Zhu Lu? Why wasn't she assigned to the same dormitory as the young sect leader, Ning Tian?

Ning Tian is the daughter of the sect leader, the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and the person she swore to follow and protect. She is also the elder sister she admires and her master.

They should have stayed together, supporting each other, and established themselves in Shrek Academy, a place teeming with powerful individuals.

But now, she was assigned to a room with this Netherworld Cat from the Star Luo Empire, a creature with a cold and aloof aura.

"Whoosh—"

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, instantly wetting Wu Feng's fiery red short hair.

Wu Feng roughly ripped off his sticky, damp clothes and threw them aside.

The rising heat enveloped her young and energetic body, covering her tanned skin honed by years of training.

Hot water washed over her shoulders, meandered down her full, proud curves, tightened at her slender yet supple waist, and slid down her elastic legs to the ground.

This body, which should have been a source of immense pride for her, was now trembling slightly because of the uncontrollable shame she felt.

Wu Feng squeezed out a large amount of shower gel and vigorously rubbed the inside of his thighs. The foam was delicate and carried a fresh herbal scent, but it couldn't dispel the sticky and nauseating feeling in his heart.

As she closed her eyes, trying to dispel the unease in her heart, Huo Yuhao's face quietly appeared in her mind.

"Damn it... bastard!" Wu Feng roared, slamming his fist heavily against the slippery tile wall with a dull thud.

She could almost see Huo Yuhao's smug smile.

He just stood there, smiling contemptuously.

Wu Feng suddenly turned around and splashed water at him, but there was nothing behind him except for the rushing water.

But Huo Yuhao in her heart even took a step forward, reaching out his hand, his fingertips almost touching her.

"So scared?" The demon in her heart spoke, his fingertips cool as he gently traced her cheek, down to her neck, and continued downwards until he bent down and his fingers stopped.

"It's really ugly." The tone was flat, but it was more offensive than any insult.

Wu Feng felt a chill run down his spine, unsure whether it was from the imagined touch or the cold disdain in the words.

"Ah—! Don't touch me! Die! Die! Die!"

Wu Feng abruptly shook his head, banishing those absurd and humiliating fantasies.

The mirror in front of her reflected a flushed face, her eyes burning with anger, and a hint of vulnerability that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Huo Yuhao...you just wait!" she cursed through gritted teeth, staring at herself in the mirror. "What kind of skill is it to rely on external tools! I'll make you pay for this humiliation a hundredfold! Wash your neck and get ready!"

Wu Feng gritted her teeth and growled at the phantom, but her voice trembled slightly without her even realizing it. She scrubbed her body vigorously until her skin was red, as if this could wash away the illusion of being seen naked and the deep-seated shame.

She quickly dried herself off, changed into a clean set of pajamas, and went straight to bed.

At the same time, the image of another person appeared in my mind.

Young Sect Master...

Ning Tian...

Please help me, dear sister...

love me……

Ning Tian approached, reached out his hand as if to stroke her face and wipe away her tears.

Wu Feng subconsciously tilted his head back slightly, closed his eyes, and longed for that imagined comfort.

However, just as that hand was about to touch her, the person's face suddenly blurred, then became clear.

Her pale golden hair turned deep blue, her gentle eyes became calm and profound, and her elegant figure became a little thinner.

Huo Yuhao!

"!" Wu Feng suddenly opened his eyes!