Tang San felt that Xiao Wu was acting strangely today.
Her concern for Fu Qin seemed to go beyond the scope of "older sister to younger brother".
What upset him even more was her attitude when she refused to have sex with him.
It was like an invisible wall, completely shutting him out.
"Could it be that I'm overthinking things?" Tang San raised his hand and rubbed his temples, trying to suppress the inexplicable irritation.
Xiao Wu has always treated Fu Qin like a younger brother, so it's only natural that she would show him more care.
As for refusing to share a room... perhaps it's because she hasn't adapted to this body since her rebirth, nor has she adapted to being close to him again.
He tried to console himself, but deep down he was still very uneasy.
Not long after.
He finally managed to suppress his thoughts and shifted his attention to the Dragon Beard Needle in his palm.
His memories of his past life are as clear as yesterday. This seemingly delicate hidden weapon is his winning weapon in the Soul Master Competition. Only by mastering it as soon as possible can he quickly gain a foothold in the early stages.
As his fingertips caressed the cold, hard texture of the Dragon Beard Needle, the internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill quietly circulated, attempting to recapture the tacit understanding from his past life.
He was completely unaware that the atmosphere in the next room, 301, was completely different from the somber atmosphere on his side.
Xiao Wu looked in the dressing mirror, her fingertips gently smoothing the wrinkles on her skirt. The girl in the mirror had a rosy blush, like a layer of peach blossom color spreading across her face, but her eyes were filled with an undisguised expectation that shone brightly.
She took out a bottle of amber-colored perfume from her storage device, pressed it lightly with her fingertips, and a refreshing floral scent enveloped her, carrying a hint of alluring sweetness.
It was evening.
The conflict between Tang San and Dai Mubai at the Rose Hotel broke out as expected.
Tang San and Dai Mubai copied and pasted the text exactly as it appeared in the original novel.
They started fighting as soon as they disagreed.
Unlike his naive and inexperienced self in the original story, Tang San today has lived three lives, and his mindset and strength are vastly different from before.
He skillfully evaded Dai Mubai's powerful attacks, his Blue Silver Grass coiling around him like a serpent.
"Good lad! You actually managed to break my White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!" Dai Mubai wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth. Instead of being annoyed, he grinned and laughed, his eyes full of admiration.
"You're young but your soul power is strong, and your martial soul is so strange. You're here at Shrek Academy too?"
Tang San nodded, the warm sensation of the Xuan Tian Gong still lingering on his fingertips.
"Exactly." He deliberately restrained the spiritual energy impact of the Purple Demon Eye. The victory just now was supported by his strength, but he relied more on his memories from his previous life.
If it comes to a head-on confrontation, the outcome is still uncertain.
Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow, reached out and patted Tang San's shoulder with such force that Tang San staggered.
"You came alone? Come on, let me show you the world." A playful glint flashed in his eyes, his tone slightly seductive.
"The brothels in the south of our city are absolutely amazing; the supple waists of those young ladies can steal a man's soul."
"A brothel?" Tang San's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
The image of Xiao Wu's pretty face instantly flashed into my mind, along with her oft-repeated phrase, "Third Brother can only be good to me," her soft, sweet voice still seeming to echo in my ears.
But since their rebirth and reunion, Xiao Wu, though still clingy, always cleverly avoids him when he tries to get close. The girl's body carries a kind of unapproachable naiveté, leaving him with nowhere to vent his pent-up frustration and grievances.
The unforgettable bond between husband and wife in his past life, and the ambiguous distance in this life, are like a fine thorn, pricking his heart and causing a dull ache.
"What? You don't dare to go?" Dai Mubai's teasing voice pulled him back to reality.
A resolute glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. The powerful internal energy of the Xuan Tian Gong surged within him, overpowering any hesitation in his heart. "What is there to be afraid of?"
Dai Mubai laughed heartily, grabbed his shoulder, and swaggered towards the south of the city, his flamboyant figure attracting the attention of passersby.
This scene happened right behind the small window of Fu Qin's room.
Xiao Wu stood beside Fu Qin, her fingertips tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white, but there was no sadness in her eyes, instead, a hint of cold amusement flashed across them.
She thought that after her rebirth, Tang San would cherish this hard-won opportunity and treat her well wholeheartedly, but she never expected to see such a glaring scene in just half a day.
She once naively believed that Tang San would always be good to her.
But what was the result? How ironic. After becoming the God King, Tang San repeatedly selected exceptionally beautiful women from across the continent to serve as his divine officials.
The priests under his command... hehe.
Xiao Wu sneered inwardly; he was nothing more than a canary kept under someone's roof.
"Tang San..."
She had already guessed that Tang San, after his rebirth, might not be honest, but she never expected that he would dare to go out and have fun with others right in front of her.
She slowly turned around and looked at Fu Qin behind her.
The boy was leaning back on the sofa, flipping through an ancient book. The setting sun fell on his profile, outlining a soft contour, making him appear exceptionally focused.
Although she was dissatisfied with Tang San's actions, she also knew that she had long since lost the right to criticize him.
For tens of thousands of years in the realm of gods, she had had enough of forbearance and self-deception.
After being reborn, she would never again foolishly hope that Tang San would be devoted to her.
"Fu Qin, tell me, which is prettier, the book in your hand or Sister Xiao Wu?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Fu Qin's eyes, but he quickly put on a look of bewilderment and nervousness unique to young people.
He gently gripped the book in his hand, his eyes darting away, his voice tinged with shyness.
"Sister Xiaowu, didn't you say you didn't have any hot water in your room? I have some here, why don't you..."
...
The next morning at seven o'clock, Tang San sneaked back to his room.
His clothes were disheveled, his hair was a mess, his face still smelled of alcohol, and he was panting heavily.
His eyes were filled with dark circles, and he walked unsteadily with unsteady steps, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
Last night in the brothel, the young ladies took turns toasting me. With their soft, fragrant bodies in my arms and their sweet voices in my ears, I finally managed to escape in the middle of the night, only managing to stay awake a little.
However, as soon as he started practicing the Xuan Tian Gong, he found that his internal energy was sluggish and not flowing smoothly, which was obviously a side effect of excessive exercise last night.
"Damn it." Tang San leaned against the door frame, cursing under his breath, filled with regret for his lack of self-control.
...
At dawn.
Xiao Wu wrapped herself up tightly, her face flushed, and returned to her room.
As soon as she returned to her room, she could no longer hold on and collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep.