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Chapter 116: Flender’s Fierce Protection of His Own
🕑 Added 2025-04-20 19:04:01 +0000 UTCWhat had Xiao Yu taken them to do? Why had Meng Yiran’s strength increased so dramatically in just one day?
At this moment, Xiao Wu couldn’t help but regret not being taken along.
If she had gone, could she have also made such a rapid breakthrough?
Unlike Xiao Wu’s shock, Tang San, whose worldview had been shattered, couldn’t accept the reality before him.
Meng Yiran, whom he had easily defeated a year ago, had now surpassed and crushed him in just one year.
This was something Tang San, who had always been confident in his talent, couldn’t comprehend.
In disbelief, Tang San continued to frantically entangle Meng Yiran with his Blue Silver Grass.
However, the Blue Silver Grass, which Tang San had meticulously cultivated, was now being effortlessly destroyed by Meng Yiran’s sharp serpent blades.
Watching his supposedly indestructible Blue Silver Grass being reduced to fragments, Tang San’s eyes glazed over.
"Hmph, Tang San, you’re too weak now. You’re not even worthy to be my opponent," Meng Yiran said, seeing that Tang San could no longer pose a threat to her.
She couldn’t help but feel grateful for having followed Xiao Yu this past year.
If it weren’t for Xiao Yu, she might still be struggling at the Soul Elder level.
Now, she could defeat Tang San with her own hands.
Although she had sacrificed a lot for Xiao Yu over the past year, the most precious thing she had yet to give.
Thinking of this, Meng Yiran’s face turned slightly red.
Then, not wanting to waste any more time with Tang San, Meng Yiran summoned several more serpent blades and sent them flying toward Tang San’s possible escape routes.
At this moment, no matter how skilled Tang San’s Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track was, in the face of absolute strength, he had no chance to dodge.
Although he quickly pulled out hidden weapons, before he could even counterattack, several serpent blades pierced through his body.
"Ah!!!"
Instantly, Tang San, with blades piercing his body, let out a agonized scream and collapsed to the ground, his eyes vacant.
"Third Brother..."
Seeing Tang San’s miserable state, Xiao Wu wanted to step forward, but the serpent blades suddenly aimed at her forced her to stay put.
However, seeing her third brother lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, her heart ached.
"Let’s go. As for you, I’ll leave it to the young master to handle."
With her current strength, Meng Yiran could easily deal with Tang San, but Xiao Wu was Xiao Yu’s pet. She could only leave her for Xiao Yu to handle.
Finally, Meng Yiran pulled Xiao Wu away, leaving Tang San lying on the ground.
As they left, Xiao Wu kept looking back at Tang San.
Seeing the crowd gathering around him, Xiao Wu couldn’t help but shed a tear.
"..."
Not long after, Meng Yiran brought Xiao Wu to the small cabin built by Dean Liu Erlong.
Dean Liu Erlong seemed to have returned to her family and hadn’t come back yet, so only Xiao Yu and Zhu Zhuqing were in the cabin.
"Young master, listen to me. Earlier, we—holy—"
Meng Yiran, holding Xiao Wu with one hand and carrying the food with the other, opened the door and saw three Zhu Zhuqings sitting on the floor, allowing Xiao Yu’s hands to play with their delicate bodies.
One Zhu Zhuqing’s figure was already outstanding, but with three of them together, the scene made Meng Yiran feel somewhat inferior.
"Oh, Yiran, what’s up?" Xiao Yu asked, his hands still busy with the three Zhu Zhuqings, while his eyes gleamed with interest as he looked at Meng Yiran.
"Oh, it’s like this..."
Meng Yiran entered the room, closed the door, placed the food on the table, and pulled Xiao Wu forward.
She then explained what had happened at the cafeteria.
Hearing this, Xiao Yu’s gaze turned to Xiao Wu.
Feeling Xiao Yu’s gaze, Xiao Wu began to tremble.
"Master, master, we just happened to meet at the cafeteria... we..."
Xiao Yu then beckoned Xiao Wu over.
Xiao Wu, her white-stockinged legs trembling slightly, walked toward Xiao Yu.
Seeing Xiao Wu approach, Xiao Yu pulled her into his arms.
His large hand caressed her white-stockinged legs as he softly said, "Xiao Wu, I won’t say much more. If you’re willing to beat Tang San up later, I’ll believe you. Of course, if you’re too softhearted, I can handle it myself."
Hearing this, Xiao Wu’s face turned even paler.
But she quickly made her choice.
If she did it, Tang San might survive.
If Xiao Yu did it, the best outcome for Tang San would be being crippled.
"Okay, I’ll do it."
Seeing Xiao Wu agree, Xiao Yu’s hand began to roam her body.
Meanwhile, Meng Yiran pulled Zhu Zhuqing aside.
After leaving Xiao Yu’s side, Zhu Zhuqing dispelled her fourth soul skill and began to wipe away the various marks and sweat on her body.
Finally, she sat on a chair and watched Xiao Wu’s misfortune.
"Tsk tsk, you’ve worked hard, doing the work of three people," Meng Yiran whispered to Zhu Zhuqing.
"As long as Xiao Yu likes it," Zhu Zhuqing replied, her face red with embarrassment.
Hearing this, Meng Yiran knew she needed to work harder too.
Then, as Xiao Wu’s pleas for mercy filled the room, Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing ate their food and chatted about various experiences.
Meanwhile, upon hearing that Tang San had been injured, Master hurried to the cafeteria and saw Tang San lying on the ground, bleeding purple blood.
He immediately carried his beloved disciple back to the dormitory.
Under Flender’s pained gaze, one precious herb after another was crushed and fed to Tang San.
After nearly draining Flender’s blood, Master finally stopped.
He looked at Tang San with distress.
Finally, under Master’s care, Tang San slowly regained consciousness.
Seeing Tang San awake, Master breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tang San, who injured you?! Tell me. Shrek isn’t a place where people can be bullied so easily!" Flender said sternly.
"It was Meng Yiran..." Tang San replied, his voice filled with bitterness and confusion.
If it weren’t for the pain still coursing through his body, Tang San might have thought everything that had happened was just a dream.
