Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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No words for a day.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Ming woke up early as usual, carried a 500-jin turtle shell and ran around the academy for ten kilometers. After returning, he started other training.

If ordinary people are tired of such day-to-day cultivation, Yang Ming is happy with it.

Shaking the tip of the gun, feeling a trace of warmth passing through his body, Yang Ming knew that this is the Saiyan bloodline transforming his body little by little. After such hellish training, he can further develop the Saiyan bloodline, as long as he keeps practicing. Going down, sooner or later, the prerequisites for Super Saiyan will be met.

"Call!"

After a long sigh of relief, Yang Ming closed his eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed between his eyes.

Not far away, Tang San and the others also practiced similarly, and the eight Yang Ming went to the cafeteria together.

In the previous Shrek Academy, the eight people of Yang Ming had already formed such a habit, even if they came to Heaven Dou City for a while, they did not change it.

Although the eight people came early, many students in the cafeteria were already lining up to buy breakfast.

As soon as Yang Ming entered the canteen, he clearly felt something wrong with the atmosphere. All the students looked at him with weird eyes, with awe, jealousy, and admiration, just like a Ukiyo-e, showing all kinds of looks.

Although Yang Ming was standing with the other seven people, he could clearly feel that everyone's eyes were on him, and none of them were looking at the other seven people.

Especially the gazes of those female students made Yang Ming especially familiar. They were like idiots, and they wished to rush forward immediately. They were full of possessive desires, so they only wrote:

The old lady is to picture your face, picture your body!

However, this is not surprising at all.

People in Douluo Continent are relatively precocious, and they are relatively open to topics between the sexes. What's more, right now this is an advanced soul master academy, generally over sixteen years old, and it's already time to fall in love.

No matter where you are, this kind of concept is implanted in everyone's heart. Everyone in this room is the top, and naturally they will look for the same top to be their other half.

Moreover, Yang Ming looks good, strong and strong, this looks like a potential stock, and it is nothing more than the bold eyes of the girls.

If it was placed in Yang Ming's previous life, a genius student like Yang Ming, but a high-achieving student like Qingbei Jiaotong University, is very popular.

If it weren't for Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong's united front, they stared fiercely at these coquettish goods, saying that they would have many more competitors, and Yang Ming would also be annoyed by not having a good breakfast.

Maybe this is too handsome's fault, manual funny.

The group found a corner with a relatively small number of people and sat down. Ma Hongjun winked at Yang Ming and said:

"Boss Yang, I didn't expect you to be so popular with girls just a few days after you came here. Would you like to introduce a few to me?"

Seeing that Ma Hongjun's saliva was almost flowing out, and he had obviously entered some kind of fantasy, Yang Ming rolled his eyes.

Xiao Wu Liu frowned, picked up his chopsticks, and slammed Ma Hongjun's fat fleshy hands.

Ma Hongjun couldn't reach his tentacle, so he took a breath of pain, and then retracted his hand to exhale the pain.

Xiao Wu's arms akimbo, a fierce look of Mrs. Zhai, softly said:

"Oh, you're so fat, you want to confuse your brother to be as bad as you."

"I... what did I say to me?" Ma Hongjun wanted to cry without tears. He raised his eyes to see Xiao Wu counting and beating his hand. He waved his hand quickly and said, "Hey, my grandma, if you have something to say. , Don’t do it, I just want to find a few girlfriends to share the experience of cultivation in a simple way!"

Ning Rongrongyu covered his mouth with his hands like a fan, with the corners of his mouth curled, showing the little witch's smile, and said:

"I don't have a girlfriend, but my boyfriend can introduce a few to you. Or, let them come and share with you the experience of cultivation in simple language?" Baixiao Novels www.baixiaoxs.com

Thinking of a certain limited-level picture, this picture is so beautiful!

In an instant, Ma Hongjun's face suddenly turned into pig liver color.

Boyfriend or something, it's terrible!

I don't want to add men to men!

Seeing Ma Hongjun retreat under the strike between Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, all the boys felt extremely funny.

Zhu Zhuqing was always cold, eating breakfast silently, noticed Dai Mubai's expression from the corner of his eyes, and seemed to want more girlfriends, so he could not help but snorted in his heart:

"Oh, man!"

Everyone has long been accustomed to making trouble, and this kind of thing happens from time to time.

Yang Ming looked at Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong with a headache, knowing that he would not tell Xiao Wu any story.

After talking about the four masterpieces and the overbearing president, Yang Ming had nothing good, so he had to take out Gong Douwen, modern urban green tea text, and male love text, but Xiao Wu exchanged ideas with Ning Rongrong Fan.

This is really a crime!

Yang Ming covered his face and sighed in his heart.

At this moment, a few Shrek students suddenly ran in from outside the cafeteria and yelled as soon as they entered the cafeteria:

"Yang Ming, where is Yang Ming?"

"Ok?"

Yang Ming looked up and found that these students were all face-to-face, apparently they didn't know each other before.

But also, I think they should be students from the former Lanba Academy. Yang Ming only came a few days ago, and he didn't even recognize the students in his class, let alone other students in the academy?

Several students looked around, seeming to be looking for people. Finally, they fixed their eyes on Yang Ming's figure in the corner. Their eyes lit up, and they hurried over to inform Yang Ming:

"Yang Ming, it's not good, Tyrone and the others are coming to trouble you again!"

"Why is this person so annoying!" Xiao Wu pouted, rather dissatisfied that someone came to disturb their rare peace, and said: "Father Tyrone is here again?"

The few people whispering to the news looked weird and said:

"No, this time, not only Tyrone's father is here, but even his grandfather is here."

Yang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, feeling a little headache.

Douluo Continent is also considered to be a fantasy world, is it that all fantasy worlds have the tradition that small ones come to big ones, and big ones come to old ones?

In this way, wouldn't it be because the old man's ancestor's coffin would not be able to hold down, and he had to open the coffin to break the ground?

Yang Ming rubbed his temples. Of course he knew the habit of protecting the calf.

Originally, he thought that a sword cut off Tyrone’s father Tylenol’s ears yesterday, which would allow them to retreat and stop harassing themselves. He didn’t expect that they hadn’t given up yet.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming suddenly stood together, a touch of sword intent rising all over his body.

Although this touch of sword intent is still relatively shallow, it was developed by Yang Ming after the battle with Tylenol yesterday, and it has also greatly changed Yang Ming's feeling.

It's as if this is a sword that has just been unsheathed, with its sharp edge exposed!