Top tip: Zhu Zhuqing's nature changed, and his martial soul changed a little bit.
"Um... Little sister, why are you here?" A silly blond white cat that climbed over the wall asked, scratching its head.
(Zhu · Long Hair · Bamboo · Little Shorty · Qingmi's Smile. Jpg)
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When Zhu Zhuqing awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, the birds bowed their heads and the beasts knelt down to worship him. He awakened the Zhu family's rare ancestral bloodline martial spirit in a millennium - the Netherworld Winged Tiger.
While everyone in the Zhu family was happily discussing this matter, the center point of the incident, Zhu Zhuqing, was dozing with Prince Dai under the inner wall of the palace.
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On the arena, the dust was flying, and under the martial soul fusion skill Netherworld White Tiger, the two of them worked hand in hand, advancing and retreating together with their companions, creating their own glory.
"We will win." The arrogant young geniuses looked at each other and smiled.
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"Fool, do you regret it? You have to follow me for the rest of your life."
"I couldn't ask for more... Besides, it was you who provoked me in the first place." In that silent side hall, the blond brother was sobbing alone.
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Intention: Be able to be relied upon when needed. No matter how strong people are, they will still be tired. They are also human beings.