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"Tomorrow is the day where Heavenly Martial Sect will select their disciples." Lee Ling'er looked at Du Shaomu and said.

Your foundation is still shallow, and there are some things that I cannot help you with. If you can cultivate within the Heavenly Martial Sect for a period of time, it would indeed be beneficial for you. " Du Shaomu said.

"Tomorrow is also the day of your gambling match with Yuv Loongquan. Yun Qianhao will fight with Mu Yun!" Lee Ling'erdai furrowed her brows, a look of worry on her face.

Yun Qianhao looked different today, but he was still sitting in his wheelchair. How could he fight with Mu Yun tomorrow?

"Don't worry!" Du Shaomu smiled.

"Yes."

Lee Ling'er nodded. Du Shaomu's words were her confidence.

"You should rest. You still need to go to the Dreamy Cloud City tomorrow." Du Shaomu said.

"How about you sleep in a room tonight? But let me tell you, you can only sleep on the bed, you can't do anything to me."

Looking at Du Shaomu, Lee Ling'er lowered her gaze to her chest and opened her red lips. Her snow-white lips reflected her pink cheeks, just like the peach blossoms in March, adding to her beauty.

In any case, she didn't have a single strand of clothes on her body these past few nights, so this fellow had already seen her and touched her. Lee Ling'er thought that she might as well just let this fellow sleep by her side.

"You're my wife, and you're so beautiful. I'm also a normal man, so I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold myself back." Du Shaomu smiled evilly.

"Hmph …"

Lee Ling'er looked at Du Shaomu's flirtatious look with his jade-like cheeks burning hot for no reason, like the most beautiful rainbow in the sky, and added a little charm. She felt shy and embarrassed, and snorted in her nose. Her face was burning, and her big eyes stared at Du Shaomu with her white eyes, saying, "You're just a little brat, you're not even a man anymore. If you dare to move around, I'll be rude to you!"

"Haha, I'll sleep with you in the future. I have to train tonight."

Du Shaomu smiled, opened the door and walked into the room, leaving Lee Ling'er in a daze.

Looking at Du Shaomu who entered the secret chamber, Lee Ling'er bit her lips. Her expression had a hidden bitterness, as if she was a young woman abandoned by her husband in a deep room.

"… …"

These days, Yuv Loongquan's face was extremely ugly and his mood was extremely bad. He did not know that a lot of the maids and servants had died in vain.

"Du Shaomu, this prince will definitely make you beg for death!"

The side hall was brightly lit. Yuv Loongquan sat up straight with a dark expression.

Between him and Du Shaomu, it wasn't just the woman he had taken a fancy to.

He was humiliated time and time again, and his face was slapped. If Du Shaomu didn't die, then how could he still have any face left?

At this moment, there were quite a few figures in the side chamber. However, when they felt the cold aura emanating from Yuv Loongquan, they went silent, fearing that they would offend the crown prince if they were careless.

"Senior Brother Crown Prince, tomorrow Du Shaomu's life is yours!"

Mu Yun walked out. His hair was combed high in a bun and his eyes were full of confidence.

How could he not win the battle with that cripple Yun Qianhao tomorrow? He could probably crush that cripple to death with his little finger.

"Don't be careless. That brat, Du Shaomu, is indeed a bit strange."

Yuv Loongquan reminded Mu Yun, but he wasn't worried about Yun Qianhao. The experts in Heavenly Martial Sect had already determined that Yun Qianhao was a cripple, so they naturally wouldn't have any chance to stand up. However, that brat Du Shaomu was indeed a bit strange.

"Don't worry, Senior Crown Prince. After tomorrow's battle, we will definitely finish that cripple, Yun Qianhao."

When Yun Qianhao had entered the Heavenly Martial Sect with him, he had never placed him in his eyes.2

But tomorrow, thirty years later, Yun Qianhao would be trampled under his feet. Thinking about this, he felt indescribably happy.

Liu Tie nodded. No matter how he thought of it, it was impossible for that cripple Yun Qianhao to win tomorrow's battle. He then asked, "Have you settled Protector Shang and Protector Pei?"

"Protector Shang and Protector Pei have settled down in Cloud King's residence."

Protector Pei is still one of the ten Chief Protector, and Protector Shang is the crown prince's senior brother. This shows how much importance the sect attaches to the crown prince, and I'm afraid that once the crown prince returns to the sect, he will be able to obtain the opportunity to enter the secret area to cultivate, so in the future, his Yuv state will definitely become even more powerful in the hands of the crown prince. "

"Although Yuv state is a nation, this prince does not want a nation."

Although Yuv state is a nation, imperial power is not the only thing in this world.

Just like these Protectors of the Heavenly Martial Sect, the Monarch would welcome them when they arrived in the imperial city.

This time, when he returned to the sect, he was afraid that he would be able to enter the sect's secret grounds to cultivate.

At that time, Yuv state would only be a starting point for him, Yuv Loongquan, and it was far from the end of the line.

"In that case, I will first wish the Crown Prince a great harvest in advance."

Mu Yun congratulated him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable envy. He entered the Heavenly Martial Sect Secret Grounds to cultivate, where the legends said that there were countless heavenly and earthly treasures and inheritances, but unfortunately, he wasn't qualified to enter.

"Haha …"

It was as if the anger and resentment from the past few days had dissipated by quite a bit. However, his eyes were still gloomy and cold as he smiled and said to Sun Tie, "In fact, no matter what the result of your battle with Yun Qianhao, that brat, tomorrow, Du Shaomu, is already dead. The disciples of my Heavenly Martial Sect have not died in vain."

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Cloud King's residence, Zhuge Family.

Protector Shang and Protector Pei from Heavenly Martial Sect sat upright, with a few deacon s beside them along with more than twenty young disciples following them.

These deacon s were all around thirty to forty years old, but a group of disciples were all extremely young.

"The reason I came out this time is to take you young disciples out to hone yourselves. After I return to the sect, I will have to take the inner sect disciple examination. At that time, whether or not I can become an inner sect disciple will depend on your own hard work over these years!"

Protector Shang said. He looked to be around fifty years of age, his build was not tall, but was sturdy, and he had a kind of extremely firm feeling. He looked ordinary, but his eyes contained a kind of light that made one's heart palpitate, and he unconsciously gave off a kind of aura, giving the deacon and young disciples a sense of oppression.

"Yes, Protector."

"Yes!" The twenty young disciples nodded. Under the pressure of Protector Shang's formless aura, they found it difficult to raise their heads.

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