Douluozhi Has Been Stained with Red Dust Since Xiao Wu

It turns out that brother Congliang still wants to repair his relationship with the third son.

Even though the third son abused his elder brother Congliang thousands of times, elder brother Congliang still treated the third son like first love.

Brother Congliang.

Do you think that if you let Xiao Sanzi learn from your battle experience with Title Douluo, he will be grateful to you?

No, he won't, he just wants to kill you.

Chapter 45 What kind of hand speed are you

Soon.

He Congliang and Xiao Wu held hands and came to the back of the teaching building.

I saw a [-]-square-meter open space in front of me. There was a layer of green grass growing on the open space, the grass was half as high as a hand.

It looks, so soft, you can play cuddling and kissing games on it.

A row of trees was planted next to the clearing.

There are several stone benches under the woods.

These stone benches are the favorite place for boys and girls to patronize. The light is dim. They hold each other's hands, hug, kiss, love, whatever they are doing here, no one else can see.

He Congliang looked around.

"It's really strange that I didn't see those couples who were exuding hormones today."

Xiao Wu smiled lightly: "Maybe they went to play in the mud!"

He Congliang: "Playing with mud?"

"How did you learn how to speak from me?"

"Are you a parrot?"

Xiao Wu blushed, and denied it flatly: "No."

She would not tell brother Congliang, she did this only to get to know brother Congliang better.

He Congliang stared at Xiao Wu closely, and a smirk appeared on his mouth: "I don't believe it, unless you give me a kiss."

Xiao Wu's face turned even redder, her left thumb crossed her right thumb, turning and turning!

"Stop it."

"We're all here, hurry up and ask Tang Hao to come out to practice swords!" Xiao Wu replied shyly.

He Congliang stopped talking, turned his head, and shouted to the rear.

"Little mouse, come out quickly."

"I have something to look for you."

As soon as the words fell, He Congliang saw a black shadow passing by in the air.This black shadow jumped a few times in the air and stood impressively on He Congliang's left.

He wore a bamboo hat on his head and night clothes on his body, and he looked very burly.

"He Shizi, what can I do for you?"

He Congliang took a look at his attire, and said calmly: "You have a good outfit, at least you can be worthy of being a subordinate of the Immortal Family."

Tang Hao remained silent, standing beside He Congliang like a telegraph pole, silently waiting for the other's orders.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, He Congliang thought to himself: Little mice are really boring.

Afterwards, he cut to the chase and got straight to the point.

"The number one martial spirit of this seat is the kitchen knife."

"The kitchen knife needs to be practiced constantly to become stronger."

"So, you want me to be your whetstone?" Tang Hao said coldly.

His face was very calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"Yes."

"I want you to suppress your soul power to the level of a soul master, practice against me, and point out the shortcomings of my sword technique."

At this time, Xiao Wu stretched her head over, and interjected in a glib way: "Brother Congliang, how did you say it so reserved?"

"You tell the little mouse directly, you are in charge of cutting him with a knife, and he is in charge of dodging and blocking."

"Isn't that enough?"

"" He Congliang was silent for a while, although he said so, but you are too blunt!

The little mouse won't be happy if you say that.

Just as He Congliang wanted to explain, Tang Hao's words came over.

"can."

He Congliang was taken aback when he heard the words, but it would be best if the little mouse didn't refuse.

He paused for a moment, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.It looked like the ultimate villain's fangs were bared at the last moment.