socalfunplaces Chapter 91 Come on, take off your clothes
Chapter 91 Come on, take off your clothes
Chapter 91 Come on, take off your clothes
"Brother Mo, what happened outside just now?"
Ma Hongjun looked at Xie Mo with curiosity, while the others continued to clink glasses. Having traveled the mainland, they knew there were some things they shouldn't ask, and besides, they were retired, so why should they care so much?
"I got screwed over by a bastard, damn it, so irresponsible, no wonder his father, wife, and son all died."
Xie Mo rarely swore, but on the surface, his strength was only that of a Great Soul Master, while that Fallen Soul Master was a Soul Emperor. It was clearly something Tang Hao did casually, but in order not to alert the enemy, he still had to clean up Tang Hao's mess.
After Xie Mo unleashed his full power to eliminate the fallen soul master, he couldn't find Tang Hao anywhere. He had killed someone from the Spirit Hall, yet he still wanted the Spirit Hall to take responsibility for him. Xie Mo was speechless.
What a magnificent Haotian Douluo!
Seeing Xie Mo's anger, the group felt a chill run down their spines, followed by a sense of shame and indignation. The other party was just a Great Soul Master; what was there to be afraid of?
But the murderous aura emanating from the other party—
Without thinking further, the group continued drinking and making merry.
……
"I never thought I'd really be leaving."
Flander looked at the brand-new plaque and sighed deeply. He had betrayed himself and his promise to himself, and he had betrayed his promise to his good brothers.
"Brother Fu, stop talking nonsense. It's getting a bit uncomfortable living in the village anyway, why not go and have some fun at that Blue Tyrant Academy?"
Zhao Wuji slapped Flander on the shoulder, making him stagger. His smile remained unchanged, but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, after all, it was a place where he had lived for many years.
Flander used his soul power to shake Zhao Wuji's hand away, silently rolling his eyes; he was heartbroken.
After Xie Mo spoke with him that day, he realized that he had no choice but to go to Tian Dou City with him, because Xie Mo had his Achilles' heel.
Flander didn't consider himself someone with extraordinary luck. Picking up these geniuses was already a stroke of good fortune. He knew that the Spirit Hall had put him on their radar, and if things continued, he might really provoke them. He didn't dare to gamble.
Ma Hongjun is his apprentice, his successor, and the one he will carry on for the rest of his life. He is almost certain that he will not find another genius like him. He truly raised him as his son.
As for Shrek Academy, he knew it was an unrealistic fantasy, but his old brothers had always supported him. He had originally planned to take things one step at a time with his two remaining students, but his apprentice's problems urgently needed to be addressed.
After a moment of random thoughts, Flander's regret finally dissipated into a soft sigh and vanished into the wind.
Xie Mo was stroking his chin, looking at the Shrek Academy sign. Speaking of which—
Whether Yu Xiaogang knew about Flander's situation or not, his impression was that Flander had told him that he would retire here in the future, or he had inquired about it privately.
If it's the latter, it's manageable, since Shrek Academy didn't hide anything when it came to recruiting students. But if it's the former, what if Tang San brings the little rabbit to Soto City only to find out there's no school to attend?
And then there's Dai Mubai, who knows where he'll end up as a good-for-nothing. There's practically no other academy on the continent with such special conditions and a decent background as Shrek Academy.
If he hadn't met Tang San, he probably would have been captured and taken back to die after reaching adulthood.
The current plot is still watchable, but in two or three years, the original content will be at most just information for reference. By then, we don't know how strong he will be.
With a soft snort, Xie Mo glanced at Ma Hongjun, who was trying hard to put on a sad expression, and couldn't help but curse inwardly that the kid was lucky.
In the original story, he became the Phoenix God. Now he has teachers and friends around him, and someone else is helping him grow. If he puts in a little effort, he can really become stronger without even lifting a finger.
Fools sometimes have good luck.
Xie Mo stopped caring about these things. After all, he had grown up relying on Ma Hongjun's family fortune. In the original story, Ma Hongjun was fine, but Xie Mo used Ma Hongjun and his idol to rise to prominence.
After bidding farewell to Shrek Academy, the group boarded a carriage and began their journey. Ma Hongjun also enjoyed some rare time alone with Xie Mo, as they had never been separated for so long before.
"Hongjun".
"Um?"
Ma Hongjun snapped out of his daze. Not everyone has the ability to cultivate amidst turmoil. As soon as Xie Mo got on the bus, he closed his eyes and remained silent, leaving Ma Hongjun to stare blankly at the scenery outside the window.
"Next, I will teach you a cultivation technique. This technique may turn you from a genius into a prodigy, or it may turn you from a genius into a good-for-nothing..."
After hesitating for a moment, Xie Mo changed his mind.
"Of course, you can choose whether or not to practice this technique. Once you purify the evil fire, you will naturally become a top genius, and you won't need to take any risks."
"Brother Mo, you actually still hope I'll go and cultivate, right?"
After a moment of silence, Ma Hongjun scratched his head and said to Xie Mo.
"It's up to you."
Xie Mo did not give a direct answer, but his words already conveyed his decision.
He wanted to create a cultivation method that was only suitable for Ma Hongjun, and even a method that could continuously change his physique.
Besides the martial arts techniques bestowed upon him by the martial arts god, he also possessed extraordinary wisdom and comprehension. Combined with his previous accumulation of knowledge, it was quite possible for him to successfully create a technique for Ma Hongjun, at least a common cultivation technique.
But if Ma Hongjun really wants to see his back, then he has no choice but to take a gamble, to truly dare to take a gamble.
The original novel doesn't go into detail why Ma Hongjun didn't inherit the position of God of Fire, but ultimately it's because Ma Hongjun was just a little bit short, and in the end he could only choose the position of God of Phoenix.
Why was he so close? The reason is that Ma Hongjun has always been just a little bit short of making an effort since he was a child.
Because of his evil nature, because Flanders knew nothing, and because Flanders truly raised Ma Hongjun as his son, Ma Hongjun's personality inherently contained cowardice and indulgence.
Flander dared not gamble, so he took the other party to release it. Even if it was just a temporary fix, Ma Hongjun quickly became addicted to it. His decent soul power in the early stages was probably due to dual cultivation.
It can be said that without Tang San, Ma Hongjun would have been truly ruined. He would have either become a fallen soul master or died consumed by lust. This was the bitter fruit of the seeds sown in his childhood.
Now that Ma Hongjun no longer has Tang San to rely on, he can't let Ma Hongjun become useless.
If Ma Hongjun dares to take risks, he will try his best to bring him a bright future; if Ma Hongjun doesn't dare, he will have to gradually lower his expectations of Ma Hongjun and eventually give up supporting him.
This is not only a test for Ma Hongjun, but also a test for him.
"Then let's cultivate, after all, Brother Mo, you'll definitely protect me."
Ma Hongjun seemed completely unconcerned, grinning at Xie Mo, as if the scene of a little boy holding a kitchen knife and protecting him in the dead of night had reappeared before his eyes.
"You little brat."
Xie Mo laughed and scolded. Although he had a good relationship with Dugu Bo and his grandson, he was closest to Ma Hongjun. How could he forget the years they supported each other?
"Come on, take off your clothes."
Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun's eyes widened, meeting Xie Mo's ambiguous gaze. He then looked at Xie Mo with a look of terror.
"Brother Mo, no!"
Ma Hongjun looked like a virtuous young wife about to be bullied by a thug, trembling with her arms crossed over her chest.
Sorry, something came up at home. I'm writing this in the evening. Please contact me privately, Marseille.
(End of this chapter)