Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Master Ball, Beauty, Please Stay!

Chapter 33 Nan Qiuqiu: Daddy, love me one more time! Ahh ...

Dilongmen, a quiet courtyard.

The night was thick, enveloping the entire courtyard completely, with only a few dim candlelight shining from inside the ancestral hall.

"Slap slap slap—!"

A crisp sound rang out, interspersed with a few suppressed moans, echoing in the night.

"Mom, I'm sorry, okay?"

Nan Qiuqiu knelt on the ground, pouting, and said reluctantly.

Standing before her was a middle-aged woman who bore a resemblance to her, holding a bamboo whip and with a stern expression.

The woman was in her early thirties, with an air of authority about her brows, yet softened by the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Those were the marks left by hard work, which not only did not diminish her beauty, but also added a touch of mature woman's unique charm.

Nan Shuishui is the current sect leader of the Dilongmen sect.

"How many times have I told you? Your father just passed away, and the Earth Dragon Gate needs time to stabilize—and you still dare to go out and cause trouble?"

Nan Shuishui looked at her daughter kneeling on the ground with a cold gaze and no mercy on her face.

Although she was married into the family, without her husband's support, some elders within the Earth Dragon Sect were already starting to make moves.

In the past two years, she has been working hard to cultivate, hoping to break through to the Soul Douluo level as soon as possible and stabilize the current situation.

"Those are those people chirping about our Dilongmen crickets—I couldn't resist."

Nan Qiuqiu defended herself, feeling wronged.

Endure, endure, endure! We've been enduring it all along! People outside have already looked down on the Earth Dragon Gate.

"I wish Daddy was here~"

Nan Qiuqiu raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at the offering table in front of her.

On it was a black and white portrait. The man in the painting had a gentle face and a smile on his lips. His voice and appearance were still vivid in my mind.

Her father doted on her the most—with her father around, there were few people in the entire Dragon City who dared to speak loudly to her.

"Hey, Qiuqiu."

Looking at her daughter's red eyes, Nan Shuishui finally softened.

She dropped the bamboo whip, squatted down, and hugged her daughter in her arms, her voice filled with self-reproach.

"It's all because Mom is useless—"

Gradually, her eyes also reddened.

As Nan Shuishui recalled the grievances she had felt during this period, with no one to confide in, two lines of clear tears silently slid down her cheeks.

It's not easy for an orphan and a widow to support the Dilongmen.

"mom----"

Seeing her mother's tears, Nan Qiuqiu couldn't help but cry as well.

"Don't cry, it's all Qiuqiu's fault—waaaaah!"

The mother and daughter embraced, and the only sound in the entire ancestral hall was their sobbing, which was enveloped in the thick darkness of the night and went unnoticed by anyone.

However, at that moment, Nan Qiuqiu, who was crying in Nan Shuishui's arms, suddenly widened her eyes.

Suddenly, the portrait of the man, which had been quietly placed on the altar, blurred for a moment, and then smiled at her.

"Um?"

Nan Qiuqiu was stunned.

She quickly wiped her eyes with her hand, and when she looked again, she still saw her old father in the portrait smiling at her.

Is this not a hallucination?

"Mom, Mom!" Nan Qiuqiu cried out in terror, frantically patting Nan Shuishui's back with her little hands.

"What's wrong?"

Nan Shuishui wiped away her tears and looked down at her daughter in her arms. Why was this girl suddenly trembling like this?

"Dad smiled at me!"

Nan Qiuqiu looked up in disbelief, pointing to the offering table in front of her.

Nanshuishui: ? ? ?

"What nonsense are you talking about, you little brat?"

Nan Shuishui gave a coquettish laugh, and the trace of maternal love that had risen in her heart instantly dissipated. She picked up Nan Qiuqiu, preparing to continue with the family discipline.

How dare you joke about your deceased father? That's utterly outrageous!

"No, Mom! Look for yourself!"

Nan Qiuqiu held onto Nan Shuishui's arm, her whole body suspended in the air, her legs also hanging around her mother's waist.

She looked ahead in terror. Her father in the portrait was not only smiling at her, but even winking at her!

"Um?

'

Nan Shuishui frowned, and a sense of unease suddenly arose in her heart as she looked at her daughter's flustered appearance.

She turned her head sharply and looked up at the altar—

The next moment, an extreme chill rose from behind, making even Nan Shuishui, a Soul Saint, feel the cold seep into her bones.

"who!!!"

Nan Shuishui was shocked, and seven spirit rings suddenly rose on her body.

But before she could fully summon her martial soul, five cold fingers had already gripped her throat.

"you--!"

Nan Shuishui's pupils contracted sharply. Before she knew it, a figure shrouded in a black robe appeared before her.

A chilling aura emanated from that hand, creeping down her neck and into her meridians.

Her soul power was instantly frozen, and even the soul rings on her body lost their luster and silently faded away.

"mom!"

Nan Qiuqiu looked at the black-robed man who suddenly appeared, and without thinking, she opened her small mouth and bit him.

"Qiuqiu, no."

Nan Shuishui shouted, but the next second, the man in black robes made his move, flicking his finger and sending Nan Qiuqiu flying.

Bang!

Nan Qiuqiu knocked over the offering table and fell to the ground, catching her father's memorial tablet in her arms, and peacefully fell asleep.

"Qiuqiu!"

Nan Shuishui's heart trembled, and her eyes reddened, but her soul power was sealed, so she could only look up at the man in black robes.

"I was unaware of your presence, senior. What brings you here? I will certainly help you with anything within my power."

She looked at the black-robed figure so close to her, her delicate body tense, and she tried her best to keep her voice steady.

The two were only inches apart. She could feel his breath, but she still couldn't see his face clearly.

This indicates that the opponent's strength far surpasses his own; he is at least a Title Douluo, or even stronger.

"Hehehe, you're a smart one!"

The man in black robes let out a strange laugh, then reached out and grabbed the unconscious Nan Qiuqiu from the ground.

"Sect Master, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your daughter, would you?"

The words were light and casual, yet they felt like a knife held to Nan Shuishui's neck.

"Please give your instructions, senior."

Nan Shuishui took a deep breath, her tone even carrying a hint of subservience.

The fact that the other party didn't kill her immediately means they need her to do something, which means there's still a chance to maneuver.

"Tell me the switch for the well in the backyard."

The man in black robes asked in a cold voice.

"well?"

Nan Shuishui was taken aback, but then she understood.

This person came for the treasure land beneath the well water, an extremely cold and precious land discovered when the Earth Dragon Gate was first established.

I see----

The black-robed man's attack carried an extreme chill, clearly indicating he was an ice-attribute soul master, which was not surprising.

"Senior, what about the underwater mechanism—"

Without hesitation, Nan Shuishui explained how to open the mechanism.

With their lives in each other's hands, the mother and daughter naturally dared not play any tricks; losing money to avoid disaster was the best option.

Anyway, the Earth Dragon Gate has never figured out that treasure land even after thousands of years.

"very good."

The man in the black robe smiled with satisfaction.

The next moment, a purple ray of light shot out from beneath the black robe, precisely piercing Nan Shuishui's brow.

Nan Shuishui's eyes glazed over instantly, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

The man in black robes reached out and gently placed her on the ground, where she lay down next to Nan Qiuqiu.

"Done!"

The man in black robes settled the mother and daughter down, then reached out and removed his hood, revealing a delicate and pretty face.

"It's that easy—"

Jiang Yi looked at the unconscious mother and daughter, a smile appearing on his face.

With Ice Emperor, a being comparable to a Super Douluo, he can now perform many things that he wouldn't have dared to do before.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yi squatted down, stretched out his hands, and began to grope the unconscious Nan Shuishui.

What are you doing?

Tianmeng, perched on his shoulder, widened her eyes, reached out and tugged hard at his hair, her tone full of disdain.

You bastard Jiang Yi!

It's one thing to touch her normally, but why do you start touching everyone you see now?

"Stop messing around, I'll give you some money for baby formula."

Jiang Yi rolled his eyes, but his hands never stopped moving.

Looting is a good habit.

Soon, he searched every possible place on Nan Shuishui's body where she could hide something, and finally found a storage soul tool.

Inside were some original clothes, 30,000 gold soul coins, and several bank vouchers bearing the mark of the Earth Dragon Gate.