Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 594 The White Tiger Martial Soul is Not a White Tiger

early morning.

The soft, warm sunlight, like a thin veil, quietly streamed into the room through the cracks in the window.

The golden light gently fell upon the bed, like a tender awakening, causing the two sleeping people to gradually wake up from their sweet dreams in this tranquil atmosphere.

Nan Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was Wu Siduo's porcelain-like exquisite profile.

Nan Fusheng gazed at her, his heart stirred with emotion, and he thought to himself: She truly is a captivating little enchantress.

My thoughts drifted back to last night, and the thrilling confrontation seemed to be right before my eyes.

At that moment, Wu Siduo seized the opportunity, precisely targeting Nan Fusheng's vital point. Caught off guard, Nan Fusheng was instantly put on the defensive, swiftly and forcefully pinned down by Wu Siduo. What followed was a one-sided "ravage" from which he had no chance to fight back.

Wu Siduo's assertiveness and decisiveness, with every movement carrying an undeniable sense of control, left Nan Fusheng initially stunned, but then trapped in a predicament where he could resist with all his might yet find it difficult to break free.

"By the way, do I have a fatal weakness?"

As this idea suddenly popped into Nan Fusheng's mind, the battle situation changed again.

Nan Fusheng recalled something: although he might not be top-tier in terms of physical strength, he possessed an unimaginable and terrifying ability to recover, a crucial attribute.

In addition, the powerful feedback force brought about by Nasita's absorption of life energy complements each other, making his recovery ability truly extraordinary.

Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few people who can rival Nan Fusheng in terms of recovery ability.

Even if his heart were severely damaged and shattered, he could still regenerate it in a short time thanks to his powerful regenerative abilities, or even have his body grow a completely new heart on its own.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. It turned out that Wu Siduo had never truly grasped his weakness from beginning to end.

With the awakening of this crucial understanding, the situation changed dramatically in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation or retreat, Nan Fusheng suddenly moved, and with lightning speed, he pinned Wu Siduo down again.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Fusheng gave Wu Siduo a severe lesson, every movement filled with power and determination. He wanted Wu Siduo to understand the price of underestimating him.

During this process, sounds could be heard from time to time in the room, which were symbols of the clash of forces and the reversal of fate.

If I had to describe it, I could probably use a song to describe it:

In the small garden, dig and dig, plant tiny seeds, and tiny flowers bloom. In the big garden, dig and dig, plant big seeds, and big flowers bloom.

Of course, if we want to describe it more accurately, perhaps "inserting" would be more appropriate than "digging".

In any case, Nan Fusheng showed no mercy to Wu Siduo, who dared to hold his life in her hands.

At first, Wu Siduo acted extremely tough, seemingly unaware of just how serious the mistake she had made was.

Not only that, she went even further, constantly shouting and provoking at Nan Fusheng, her words filled with stubbornness and resentment. However, her impulsive behavior undoubtedly further enraged Nan Fusheng, who was already on the verge of exploding.

Seeing this, Nan Fusheng no longer hesitated and immediately launched a fierce "corporal punishment".

The sound of the stick falling echoed in the silent space, like a severe judgment on Wu Siduo's wrongdoing. Under this storm of punishment, Wu Siduo's tough attitude finally began to crumble.

She gradually realized her recklessness and impulsiveness. Faced with Nan Fusheng's powerful intimidation, her arrogance was completely extinguished, and she quickly became obedient, repeatedly begging Nan Fusheng for mercy.

But Nan Fusheng was still furious and did not stop immediately because of Wu Siduo's pleas for mercy. His anger had not yet subsided, and after hitting Wu Siduo's front, he turned his punishment to her buttocks.

Each strike caused Wu Siduo to let out a painful wail, the sound echoing in the room like a sorrowful melody.

However, since they were former classmates, even though Wu Siduo had angered him, Nan Fusheng eventually softened after she begged for forgiveness.

When Wu Siduo's eyes were glazed over and her body was swaying, Nan Fusheng stopped.

Now, looking at Wu Siduo curled up in his arms like a kitten, Nan Fusheng quietly placed his large hand on her snow-white skin.

"Wow, it's huge!" Nan Fusheng couldn't help but exclaim.

He has only had a handful of women with whom he has had real relationships, but among them, Wu Siduo is arguably the most significant one he has ever encountered.

Xu Xiaoyan is petite and delicate, like a flower bud about to bloom in spring, exuding the unique liveliness and playfulness of a young girl. Her figure is that of a typical young girl, and although she is still a bit green, she is full of vitality.

Fors and Gu Yuena have perfect body proportions, neither too big nor too small, just right. They exude the elegance and charm of mature women in every gesture, and every line is like a masterpiece carefully sculpted by nature.

As for Naxida... needless to say, there's no comparison.

Moreover, Wu Siduo has one thing that Xu Xiaoyan and the others can't compare to: she's not a white tiger!

Yes, although one of her two martial souls is a white tiger, Wu Siduo herself is not a white tiger. Perhaps this is because both of her martial souls are feline-type martial souls.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng's large hand began to gradually move downwards, touching that mysterious area.

When it comes to cats, everyone knows that, except for the very special hairless cat breed, most cats have a thick, soft coat of fur, and Wu Siduo is no exception.

Her skin was delicate and smooth, as warm and lustrous as mutton fat jade. Beneath this delicacy lay a layer of soft downy hair, like the gentlest breeze in spring, lightly brushing against Nan Fusheng's fingertips, bringing an indescribable and wonderful tactile sensation.

This layer of down not only added a touch of wildness and mystery to her, but also inadvertently stirred Nan Fusheng's heartstrings, making him increasingly infatuated and unable to extricate himself.

Nan Fusheng lay on his side by the bed, his gaze drawn to Wu Siduo's fiery red hair beside him. A bold and curious thought quietly sprouted in his mind.

"Is the hair red, and the rest of the body is also red?"

Once this thought arose, it grew wildly in his heart like weeds. His gaze slowly moved down, landing on the body covered by the blanket. His hand, as if drawn by an invisible force, gently reached towards the blanket, the movement soft yet tinged with urgency.

He carefully lifted a corner of the blanket, his gaze following the movement, and with just one glance, he made a decision in his mind.

The color before my eyes was not the deep red of blood, but a different kind of red, full of vitality and life, just like a red rose in early spring, delicate and beautiful.

"Where are you touching?!"

Just as Nan Fusheng was gradually immersing himself in the delicate and soft touch in his hands, a coquettish female voice rang in his ears like a nightingale singing in a valley.

The voice, tinged with three parts annoyance and seven parts shyness, instantly shattered Nan Fusheng's reverie. Immediately afterward, he felt his large hand, placed under the blanket, being firmly clamped as if by a delicate pair of clips.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that Wu Siduo had woken up at some point. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, delicate and beautiful, and her eyes flashed with anger as she glared fiercely at Nan Fusheng, her gaze seemingly silently accusing him of "offense".

However, beneath this anger, there was also a hint of barely perceptible shyness and panic.

Faced with Wu Siduo's questioning, Nan Fusheng showed no sign of panic or embarrassment. Since the two had already become intimate, he simply abandoned all pretense and reserve, giving Wu Siduo a confident and charming smile.

"We already touched each other last night, so it's okay to touch each other again now, right?"

As he spoke, the large hand that was tightly held between Wu Siduo's long legs did not back down. Instead, it boldly began to caress her, the movements gentle yet provocative, the palm feeling the elastic skin of her thigh, warm and delicate to the touch.

"You scoundrel." Wu Siduo, who was usually proud and aloof, showed a rare shy and coquettish demeanor in front of Nan Fusheng after last night's passionate encounter.

She lowered her head slightly, a hint of shyness and sweetness flashing in her eyes, and her voice unconsciously softened. This appearance was completely different from her usual self, yet it added a touch of captivating charm.

However, when Wu Siduo felt Nan Fusheng's still somewhat restless hand, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. She immediately reached out and grabbed Nan Fusheng's hand, her eyes full of pleading, and whispered, "You...you mustn't do anything rash. I really can't right now."

Her voice carried an unmistakable sense of powerlessness, a protest from her body after the ordeal of the previous night.

After being "educated" by Nan Fusheng last night, her body had indeed reached its limit.

Every inch of her skin seemed to tell the story of last night's madness and exhaustion. Even now, her body still lingered with a slight ache, as if reminding her of everything she had experienced the night before.

"Couldn't you have been gentler last night?"

The more Wu Siduo thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her delicate little fists involuntarily pounded lightly against Nan Fusheng's chest. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of resentment for the pain of the previous night and complex emotions towards Nan Fusheng.

After all, this was her first time experiencing something so intimate, and this bastard hadn't shown any tenderness last night, taking away two of her firsts.

Especially that second first time, it made her so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

She never imagined that such a private place would lead to such intimate contact. This unprecedented experience made her feel both shy and deeply moved.

Faced with Wu Siduo's accusation, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly, but his hands did not stop. He said, "Who can resist my charming Wu Siduo? Don't worry, I won't do anything inappropriate. I'll just touch her."

"Who owns your house anymore?"

Hearing Nan Fusheng's straightforward yet affectionate words, Wu Siduo's heart was instantly filled with a sweet warmth. However, her usual reserve and stubbornness prevented her from responding defiantly, even in this moment overflowing with love.

But her body was more honest than her words. She did not continue to stop Nan Fusheng's intimate actions, but instead chose to close her eyes slightly, letting his warm and strong hands slowly caress her skin, feeling this unique tenderness and intimacy.

After a tender caress, Nan Fusheng finally got up slowly and began to dress at a leisurely pace.

Seeing that Wu Siduo seemed about to get up, Nan Fusheng's eyes flashed with concern. He quickly reached out and gently pressed her down, saying in a tone of unquestionable care, "You just went through something like that last night, you should rest for a while."

"Mmm," Wu Siduo responded softly, her voice tinged with weariness and obedience. She nodded obediently, her eyes filled with trust and reliance on Nan Fusheng.

At that moment, she seemed to transform into a docile kitten, immersed in the care and love that Nan Fusheng had shown her.

Nan Fusheng looked at Wu Siduo, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes, and then said seriously, "Wu Siduo, you can stay with me from now on."

"No." To everyone's surprise, Wu Siduo shook her head. "I want to work for the Federal Central Security Bureau."

Seeing Nan Fusheng's somewhat surprised look, Wu Siduo explained, "You...you haven't applied to the Federal Central Security Bureau for a bodyguard yet, have you?"

Hearing Wu Siduo say this, Nan Fusheng understood her intention and immediately nodded, saying:

"Not yet. I'll write you a letter. Take it to the Mingdu Central Army to register, and someone will come to make arrangements for you. It might just take some time."

Since Wu Siduo wanted to go to the Federal Central Security Bureau, Nan Fusheng naturally wouldn't stop her; he would only help her silently.

"Mm." Wu Siduo nodded slightly, a grateful smile on her face.

Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Could you write one for Yiran as well? I already let her know I'm safe. She's currently at an inn on the outskirts of Tiandou City, and I'm thinking of going to Mingdu with her."

"Sure." Nan Fusheng naturally wouldn't refuse such a small matter. "Then when would you like to leave?"

"Tomorrow," Wu Siduo said after thinking for a moment.

"So soon?" A hint of reluctance appeared in Nan Fusheng's eyes.

Seeing Nan Fusheng's expression, how could Wu Siduo not understand what he was thinking? Her pretty face instantly turned crimson, like the magnificent sunset on the horizon.

"Hmph." She gave a soft, coquettish snort, her jade-like foot quietly peeking out from under the covers and gently kicking Nan Fusheng, saying coquettishly, "You bad boy."

"Don't you like it?" Nan Fusheng took the opportunity to grab Wu Siduo's jade-like foot, holding it in his palm and gently playing with it. His fingers lightly shuttled between Wu Siduo's toes, the movements gentle and ambiguous.

"Mmm~" Wu Siduo suddenly felt a tingling sensation spread from the soles of her feet, quickly throughout her body. Her round, plump toes involuntarily curled slightly, and this strange feeling made her body tremble slightly.

"You bastard, you can come and do whatever you want tonight."

Wu Siduo bit her lip, her voice trembling with shyness. She turned her head slightly away, not daring to look Nan Fusheng in the eye. Her delicate earlobes were already bright red, like ripe cherries.

"Even if it's in the back, it's...okay." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Okay, you said it."

Looking at the somewhat shy Wu Siduo, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly. He hadn't originally planned to do anything reckless. But since there was an unexpected surprise, he would naturally accept it.

"You should rest first. I'll go and make you some blood-nourishing medicinal soup."

"Hmm," came Wu Siduo's voice, as soft as a mosquito's bite.

(End of this chapter)