Douluo Continent: I possess astonishing wisdom as I control energy!

She raised one hand and helplessly covered her face.

What on earth did she do?!

Was it because the long-term mental repression finally broke down, and he really couldn't hold back anymore? Or was it that in that extreme despair and emptiness, he really couldn't help but want to grasp at something, even if it was in this moth-to-a-flame way?

She actually gave herself away like that, and in such an absurd way?

Zhang Lexuan rubbed her aching temples, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions.

However, with each breath, the frenzied and passionate scenes from last night until this morning uncontrollably replayed in my mind.

Lips, cheeks, neck, collarbone, chest, waist, and even more.

A mixture of shame, confusion, and a strange, overwhelming sense of constraint and suffocation welled up in her heart once again.

A morbid sense of satisfaction welled up almost instinctively in the depths of Zhang Lexuan's eyes, a feeling that inexplicably calmed her heart, which had been filled with anxiety and uncertainty lately.

Zhang Lexuan closed her eyes, a sense of understanding dawning on her.

She is probably.

He is really sick.

The disease is already terminal.

Chapter 117 Hyotei's Terrible Sleeping Posture

In Kong Ming'an's room at the Mingmeng Chamber of Commerce headquarters,

The ripples spread silently through the space, and Kong Ming'an's figure stepped out from within them.

The room's furnishings remained largely unchanged, but as he scanned the room, he couldn't find Hyotei.

It wasn't until he entered the bedroom that he found Hyotei fast asleep, sprawled out in the middle of his not-too-large but comfortable bed.

Her sleeping posture was hardly elegant, even rather unsightly; her petite body was sunken into the soft mattress, and the thin blanket that had covered her had long since been kicked to the foot of the bed.

She was only wearing a silk, green and white spaghetti strap nightgown, one strap of which had slipped down to her arm, revealing a large expanse of smooth skin and delicate collarbone.

That delicate little face, which usually carried a hint of arrogance and spirit, now appeared completely defenseless, serene, and obedient in her sleep.

Her legs were completely bare, without her usual signature black stockings, simply crossed casually, revealing skin as smooth and lustrous as jade, with beautiful lines.

Her feet were small and delicate, with rounded toes and a faint pink hue.

Perhaps due to her poor sleeping posture, the hem of her nightgown was rolled up to her thighs, perfectly reflecting the shadow of her absolute territory.

Kong Ming'an's gaze paused for a second, then he unconsciously looked away.

Perhaps because of what happened last night, his mindset has undergone some subtle changes.

He might have been able to ignore it before, but now, his resistance to such alluring scenes seems less absolute than before.

Kong Ming'an rubbed his temples, silently repeating "restraint" several times before slowly approaching the bedside.

Perhaps it was the familiar presence approaching, but Hyotei's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her hazy golden eyes.

With a hazy gaze, she did indeed see the person standing by the bed. Her eyes lit up slightly, but were quickly replaced by dissatisfaction.

She groaned, not even fully awake, but instinctively, she raised her bare, smooth foot—without stockings—and, still a bit grumpy from being woken up, kicked directly at Kong Ming'an.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was full of resentment.

Kong Ming'an reacted extremely quickly, instinctively reaching out and precisely grasping the delicate jade foot offered to him.

It felt warm and smooth to the touch, like a piece of fine jade. My small foot seemed almost too delicate to hold in his hand; the feel was exquisite.

What are you doing?

Kong Ming'an held her foot and couldn't help but ask a question.

Hyotei was now fully awake. Upon hearing this, she sneered, tried to pull her foot back but failed, and glared at him:

"So you finally decided to come back?"

"I'm back now, aren't I?" Kong Ming'an said calmly, without any panic; he still had to maintain his basic composure.

Hyotei gave a soft snort, but did not refute further.

She couldn't explain why she had been in a bad mood before; this kick was purely an unconscious act of venting her anger. She couldn't figure out where this inexplicable anger came from, but she was just so angry.

Anyway, I'd already kicked him, and even though I got caught, at least I felt better.

She tried again to pull her foot back, but then she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Kong Ming'an didn't let go; instead, he held her foot tightly, lowered his eyes to examine it, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Then, he slightly tightened his grip and squeezed it.

Kong Ming'an: "..."

ice King:"……"

After a brief silence, Hyotei's fair face quickly turned red, probably from the heat, and she roared in fury:

"You're going to die, you bastard!"

Kong Ming'an subconsciously let go, but unfortunately, Hyotei, already panting, suddenly sprang up from the bed and lunged at Kong Ming'an with her claws outstretched.

……

……

After a short while, the room returned to calm.

Kongming sat on the edge of the bed, his clothes slightly disheveled.

Hyotei, with his arms crossed and puffed out in anger, sat on the edge of the bed a little further away from him, turning his face away, leaving Kong Ming'an with only the back of his head that screamed "I'm angry" and his slightly reddened ear tips.

"I really didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it," Kong Ming'an tried to explain.

It's like how you can't help but rub a cat's head when you touch it, or you can't help but pinch Hyotei's foot when you grab it. Sounds reasonable, right?

"Ah"

Hyotei looked disgusted, giving him the look of someone looking at trash.

After a long silence, Hyotei took a deep breath and let out a soft hum, barely managing to let the matter drop, but she couldn't help asking:

"So, what have you been doing all this time?"

"I dealt with some things, and they've been resolved," Kong Ming'an said, downplaying the seriousness of the matter.

Hyotei didn't delve into the matter, but unconsciously moved closer to him, her small nose sniffing the air before she frowned.

"You smell so clean. Did you take a shower before you came back?"

She paused, looking him up and down suspiciously. "Also... I remember you weren't wearing this outfit when you left, were you?"

"The previous set got dirty, so I changed it when I came back." Kong Ming'an said calmly, without changing his expression.

Hyotei still frowned. Her intuition told her that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

She pursed her lips, but ultimately didn't press the matter. As long as he was back safe and sound, that was enough. She couldn't be bothered to ask anything else; it would probably just be more of the same stuff he wouldn't understand anyway, so it was better not to listen.

Just then, Kong Ming'an suddenly spoke up: "How about we go out for a walk?"

Hyotei raised an eyebrow in surprise and turned to look at him: "What are you trying to do?"

"So, this is roughly an apology for what happened earlier?"

That was a reasonably plausible reason, really. She'd been spending a lot of time in the room with this guy lately, and she was genuinely getting bored.

Hyotei turned his face away, concealing the fleeting thought that crossed his eyes, but said aloud:

"I'm just your bodyguard."

Kong Ming'an nodded, readily agreeing: "Well, I want to go out for a walk now, but I'm afraid something might happen, so I need your protection?"

Hyotei gave a light snort, as if to say, "This is what you asked for."

"Okay, let's go."

As she spoke, she nimbly jumped off the bed, and with a wave of her hand, her soul power flowed, and the alluring spaghetti strap nightgown she was wearing instantly transformed into the exquisite white and green dress she usually wore, and her legs were once again covered with smooth black stockings.

Kong Ming'an's gaze lingered for a moment on her legs clad in black stockings, but an inopportune thought flashed through his mind.

What would Hyotei look like in white stockings?

Or... black and white?

Kong Ming'an paused, but quickly suppressed the strange thoughts in his mind. Then, as he had done countless times before, he naturally extended his hand in an inviting gesture.

Hyotei didn't hesitate at all, and naturally placed her hand in his palm, then gently grasped it.

"Let's go."

The two left the room together.

Chapter 118 Tang San's Intermittent Cosplay as a Stray Dog

Time passed, and a little over a month later, it was Shrek's admissions day.

Outside Shrek City, a figure dressed in tattered clothes, his body wrapped in bandages, looking like a beggar, arrived.

It was Tang San.

At this moment, Tang San looked at the towering walls of Shrek City ahead, let out a long sigh of relief, and unconsciously opened his arms to bask in the Shrek sunshine. His heart was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

He's finally here!

After failing to obtain the immortal herb as a sacrifice at the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye a few years ago, he was forced to begin a life of wandering in the wild.

It wasn't that he didn't want to live a good life; it was just that staying in the city brought him nothing but bad luck and misfortune.

Although he was often chased by spirit beasts in the wild, it was still better than other situations. And so he wandered the wilderness while striving to complete the divine test.

Fortunately, thanks to the Divine Trial, even after experiencing such a situation, his cultivation level has still reached the third ring, and he still has a soul ring configuration of one yellow and two purple.

And this is his extraordinary talent!

Tang San sensed the divine test within his body; at this moment, he had already pushed the divine test to its fourth stage.

The divine examination possesses a certain degree of autonomy. When there is no presiding officer, the examination will automatically generate the examination content based on the examinee's circumstances.

The first three tests of his divine examination were all very clear and straightforward: hunting soul beasts.

For him, this was not a great difficulty. With his astonishing power, he easily completed the first three divine tests and received the reward, "The Power of the Asura God"!

That's right, it's the "power of the Asura God"!

Of course, Tang San couldn't say for sure which aspect of the Asura God's power it came from, since he didn't possess all of Tang San's memories from the God Realm.

However, after passing the divine test and obtaining the reward, this rare but extremely high-quality power will directly merge with him through the divine test.

A portion of his power merged into his Clear Sky Hammer, causing it to seemingly evolve, revealing streaks of blood-red patterns and an even stronger aura of ferocity.

The other part of the power acted on him personally, not only making his body stronger, but also directly increasing his soul power.

His cultivation level improved so rapidly not only because of his extraordinary talent, but also, in a small part, because of the power of the Asura God.

Tang San clenched his fist slightly, eager to enter the city and rewrite his legend once again.

He was stopped.

"What are you doing here? This is not a place for a beggar like you. Get out of here!"

The city gate soldiers drove Tang San away, their eyes filled with disgust.

Tang San frowned slightly, and patiently explained, "I'm here to apply to Shrek Academy, not as a beggar."

"Ha, you? A beggar, applying to Shrek Academy?"

The soldiers couldn't hide their mockery; Tang San frowned.

That mere soldier... he's really courting death!

After a slight pause, he decided it was better to avoid trouble.

It wasn't that he had become more restrained, but based on his experiences over the past few years, he judged that as soon as he made a move, someone would appear to suppress him and imprison him.

He had finally made it to Shrek City, and he didn't want to miss the registration deadline.

After a brief pause, Tang San stepped forward slightly, then activated the Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique, directly placing several silver soul coins into the soldier's hand.

Immediately, the soldier's expression changed; he gave Tang San a deep look, then coughed lightly and said: