Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 82 Liquor Rose and Gunpowder Smoke

Fire Dance is a girl.

From childhood to adulthood, the most people say to girls is to be obedient, to be well-behaved, to be gentle, and to be pleasing.Huo Wu didn't want it, she cut her hair short, cut the hem of her uniform skirt short, and generously showed her enthusiasm, sharpness and pride. She is always No.1 in the academy, and all boys including her brother can't compare to her .

Those people saw that she was doing better than men, so they began to discipline her in a different way. They said that girls who are too strong will be liked by no one. They are excellent now, but they may not be so in the future. So many titles. Luo, there are not a few women among them, and they will always marry in the future. There is no need to force yourself so much, and domesticate her into a foil, decoration, and "someone's wife".

The team battle that Blazing Academy lost to Shrek Academy seemed to just happen to confirm their thesis. They showed the victor's face and repeated these words intensified: Maybe it is because the control system soul master who is the core of the team is a female Children, the Blazing Academy will fail, and women still lack momentum to some extent.

When Huo Wu heard these words, she would often be unable to restrain the urge to kill. Now it’s all right, she died first, and died with her opponent on the field. I don’t know if she will become a negative teaching material for female moral education in the future. In other words, I hope that my brother will not mention this matter when he visits her grave in the future, otherwise she will be so angry that she will crawl out of the coffin dragging her shattered body and fight them again...

"Why isn't Sister Huo Wu awake yet?"

Anxious male voice.

"Ann, don't say she's not seriously injured, even if she's only breathing, sister, I can save her. At that time, you have to send me a pennant and write a letter to save the dying and heal the wounded and bring her back to heaven."

A slow and composed female voice.

Why can't people die in peace?
The noisy voice made her frown unhappily, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, the light that suddenly poured into her eyes made her squint uncomfortably, and then everything around her became clear stand up.

Huo Wushuang and Feng Xiaotian stood by the bed, one on the left and the other on the right, their expressions were full of worry, she was stunned, facing such a strong impact of soul power, she didn't die?
"Yes, you're not dead." Sang Xia with a relaxed expression seemed to see her doubts. Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe came to visit Tang San. She didn't want to meet that person, so she simply came to Zhihuo to send warmth, "Because Our little Tang, who sacrificed himself and acted bravely for others, became your meat shield."

When Huo Wu heard this, her face turned pale, and she was about to throw off the quilt and get out of bed: "Is he alright?"

"Tang San is fine, Sangsang's spirit ability is very effective, he woke up earlier than you." Huo Wushuang pushed her back, "Don't move around, what you need now is to have a good rest, when you get better Let's go to Tang San to apologize."

He looked at Huo Wu with regret: "Huo Wu, have you ever thought about how my parents and I would feel if you died on the field?"

"I..." The shoulder-length short hair flowed down to cover her pale face, thinking of her father who had placed high hopes on her and her mother who was in poor health, Huo Wu's heart was finally completely shrouded in fear, and she raised her hand to cover her red eyes .

"Until your mind clears up, you don't want to participate in the next competition." Huo Wushuang closed his eyes, and when he spoke again, his voice was calm and calm, and he turned and walked out of the room.

Sang Xia looked at Huo Wu, whose fingers were silently dripping with transparent water stains, patted Feng Xiaotian on the shoulder, and walked out with his heels.

After Huo Wushuang walked out the door, he slumped down along the wall powerlessly, squatted down and hugged his head, the fingers stuck in the hair behind his head were trembling, the moment Huo Wu's body was engulfed by the blazing white light , His whole body was also overwhelmed by the bone-chilling despair, he couldn't do anything, he could only pray to the gods in vain, trying to exchange his own life for his sister's.

Fortunately, fortunately.

A muffled whimper escaped his throat.

The pitiful puppy that was soaked by the rain reminded Sangxia of a friend from the past.

She also squatted down, resting her elbows on her knees and propping her cheeks with both hands, staring at him without blinking.Huo Wushuang didn't want her to see him like this, so he raised his hand in a panic and wiped his face, apologizing in a hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, Huo Wu is always reckless when she gets impulsive."

"Why are you apologizing to me? I'm not the one whose back was burned to pieces. Your sister owes Xiao Tang a life. Quickly think of an apology for him." Sang Xia said bluntly.

The curving hair on her cheek swayed with the movement of tilting her head, she suddenly sighed softly, and lowered her voice: "She is so strong, must have worked hard all these years?"

"Well, she has been a child who refused to admit defeat since she was a child." A smile appeared on Huo Wushuang's face, "When she was a child, before she had awakened her martial spirit, her father cut a small wooden sword for her. No boy can beat her."

She is a control-type soul master, but she has never slackened in honing her physical skills. When participating in the college's cross-country special training, her burden is always the heaviest, and even most attack-type soul masters have the melee combat ability Not as good as her.

As many good people have said, among the four-element academies shortlisted for the promotion competition this time, Blazing Academy is actually the weakest overall. Tactical planning, but with such a bad set of cards, she, as the soul commander of the team, led them to achieve remarkable results in the qualifiers.

Perhaps in the eyes of the world, this kind of her is not soft enough, weak enough, gentle enough, lacks the qualities that a "girl" should have, and is not likable at all, but in Huo Wushuang's eyes, she has always been his pride At the same time, I feel even more distressed about her wounds and scars all over her body.

Sang Xia listened to him quietly and intently with her cheeks propped up all the time, the light and shadow of the sun flowing on her long eyelashes, flickering on and off, like the scales off a butterfly's wings.It was only then that Huo Wushuang realized that as soon as he talked about his sister, he began to babble endlessly, and stopped talking embarrassingly.

A girl like her who was pampered and raised like a little princess, shouldn't understand Huo Wu, right?He was a little lost and thought, even that Feng Xiaotian was like this, he would just pat his chest and say, sister Huo Wu, you can rely on me with confidence, that's why Huo Wu always treats him honestly.

"It's amazing," but she just admired softly, "it's a girl made of strong wine, roses and gunpowder smoke."

No one has ever described Huo Wu like this before, Huo Wushuang's heart seemed to be brushed by a feather, and it was soft in an instant.He thought, what are you made of, is it cherry blossoms, glass and the fleeting wind that cannot be caught?

in the room.

Huo Wu finally had enough of crying, slowly raised her tear-stained face, and stretched out a thin hand in front of her, on which was a neatly folded clean handkerchief.Feng Xiaotian is still here, looking at her cautiously, as if he hesitated to speak.

What did he want to say to her?Huo Wu thought annoyedly, Sister Huo Wu, don't be angry, I will definitely help you teach that Tang San a lesson, you don't have to work so hard with me protecting you, it's nothing more than changing what those guys said, or using yourself Put it in the position of protector and educator.

But to her surprise, Feng Xiaotian just raised and lowered his hand a few times at a loss, as if he wanted to touch her face but didn't dare, as if he was worried that she would get angry or afraid of such a slight touch. It would hurt her even to touch it. It took a long time before he plucked up the courage to open his mouth. It was neither a confession nor a reprimand, with a choked sob in his voice: "...does it hurt?"

(End of this chapter)