White Tiger Martial Spirit is not White Tiger

Chapter 594 The White Tiger's Martial Soul is Not White Tiger

early morning.

The soft and warm sunlight is like a layer of gauze, quietly reflecting into the room through the gaps in the window.

The golden light gently scattered on the bed, like a gentle awakening sound, causing the two sleeping men to gradually wake up from their sweet dreams in this quiet atmosphere.

Nan Fusheng slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Wu Siduo's delicate side face as porcelain.

Nan Fusheng stared at her, and ripples appeared in his heart, and he secretly sighed: He is really a charming little fairy.

My thoughts couldn't help but float back to last night, and that thrilling confrontation seemed to be right in front of me.

At that time, Wu Siduo took advantage of his unpreparedness and accurately grasped Nan Fusheng's life gate. Before Nan Fusheng could predict it, he fell into a passive momentum and was suppressed by Wu Siduo with a rapid force. Immediately afterwards, there was a unilateral "ravaged" that left him powerless to fight back.

Wu Siduo showed strength and determination, and every move was unquestionable control, which made Nan Fusheng fall into a dilemma of resisting with all his might but unable to break free after his initial shock.

"By the way, do I have a life gate?"

As this thought suddenly appeared in Nan Fusheng's mind, the situation of the battle changed again.

Because Nan Fusheng recalled one thing, that is, he, who has become a mythical creature, may not be top-notch in terms of physical strength, but in terms of the key attribute of recovery, he has a terrifying performance beyond ordinary people's imagination.

In addition to the powerful feedback power brought by Nasida after absorbing life energy, the two complement each other, making his recovery ability so amazing.

There are very few people in the entire Douluo Continent who can compare with Nan Fusheng in terms of resilience.

Not to mention that he was caught by Wu Siduo, even if his heart suffered a severe injury and was directly blown up by someone, with his strong recovery ability, he was able to re-pinch a heart in a short time, or let it go The body grows independently into a new heart.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, showing a confident smile. It turned out that Wu Siduo never really grasped his life gate from beginning to end.

With the awakening of this key cognition, the situation changed drastically.

Nan Fusheng no longer had the slightest hesitation or retreat. He saw his body suddenly move, and with a lightning speed, he suppressed Wu Siduo again with his backhand.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Fusheng gave Wu Siduo a hard lesson, and every move was full of strength and determination. He wanted Wu Siduo to understand what the price of underestimating him was.

During this process, sounds came from time to time in the room, which were symbols of collision of power and reversal of fate.

To describe it, it can be described as a song:

In the small garden, dig and dig, plant small seeds and bloom small flowers. In the big garden, dig and dig, plant big seeds and bloom big flowers.

Of course, if you want to describe it more appropriately, you may not use "digging", but using "insert" is more appropriate.

Anyway, Nan Fusheng showed no mercy to Wu Siduo, who dared to control his life.

At first, Wu Siduo acted extremely tough, and she didn't seem to be clear about how serious the mistake she made was.

Not only that, she also became more and more aggressive, constantly clamoring and provoking at Nan Fusheng, and her words were full of stubbornness and unwillingness. However, her impulsive behavior was undoubtedly further angering Nan Fusheng, who was already on the verge of explosion.

Seeing this situation, Nan Fusheng no longer hesitated at all and immediately launched a fierce "stick education".

The sound of the stick falling echoed in the quiet space, as if it was a harsh judgment on Wu Siduo's wrong behavior. Under this storm-like punishment, Wu Siduo's tough attitude finally began to collapse.

She gradually realized her recklessness and impulse. In the face of Nan Fusheng's powerful deterrence, her arrogance was completely extinguished, and soon became honest and began to beg for mercy to Nan Fusheng.

But Nan Fusheng was angry and did not stop immediately because Wu Siduo begged for mercy. The anger in his heart had not yet subsided. After finishing the blow to Wu Siduo, he turned the target of punishment to her buttocks.

Each blow made Wu Siduo wail in pain, and the sound echoed in the room, as if it was a sad melody.

However, he was a former classmate, so even though Wu Siduo angered him, Nan Fusheng still felt soft-hearted after she begged for mercy.

When Wu Siduo's eyes were a little distracted and his body was shaking, Nan Fusheng stopped.

And now, looking at the dancing silk flower curled up like a kitten in her arms, Nan Fusheng's big hand quietly placed on the snow-white.

"It's so big!" Nan Fusheng couldn't help but sigh.

There are only a few women who have really had sex with him, but among these people, Wu Siduo can be said to have encountered the biggest one he has encountered so far.

Xu Xiaoyan's figure is petite and delicate, like a flower that is about to bloom in spring, full of the unique agility and playfulness of a young girl. Her figure is a standard girlish appearance, although it is young but full of vitality.

Fors and Gu Yuena have perfect body proportions, both big and small, just right, exuding the elegance and charm of mature women in every move, and every line is like a masterpiece carefully carved by nature. .

As for Nasida... Needless to say, this is incomparable.

Moreover, Wu Siduo has another one that Xu Xiaoyan and the others cannot compare with. That is, she is not a white tiger!

Yes, although one of the two martial souls is a white tiger, Wu Siduo herself is not a white tiger. Perhaps this is because both of her martial souls are cat-like martial souls.

Thinking of this, Nan Fusheng's big hand began to gradually move downwards and touch the mysterious area.

Speaking of cats, everyone knows that, except for the extremely special hairless cat breed, most cats have dense and soft hair, and the dance silk is no exception.

Her skin is delicate and smooth, as warm as mutton fat jade, and under this delicateness, there is a layer of vague soft fluff, just like the gentlest breeze in spring, gently brushing through Nan Fusheng's fingertips. It brings an indescribable and wonderful touch.

This layer of fluff not only adds a bit of wildness and mystery to her, but also inadvertently teasing Nan Fusheng's heartstrings, making him more and more intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Nan Fusheng lay on the side of the bed, his eyes attracted by the bright red hair of Wu Siduo beside him, and a bold and curious thought quietly arose in his heart.

"Is the hair red, but is it red in other places?"

As soon as this thought came to his heart, it grew wildly like a weed. His eyes slowly moved downward and landed on the body covered by the quilt. His hands seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slightly exploring towards the quilt, his movements were gentle but with a hint of eagerness.

He carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and then he looked in. With just one glance, he made a conclusion in his heart.

The color seen in front of you is not the bright red of blood, but a different kind of red with vitality, just like the first red rose blooming in spring, beautiful and charming.

"Where are you touching?!"

Just as Nan Fusheng was gradually immersed in the delicate and soft touch in his hands, a coquettish female voice rang in his ears like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

This voice was filled with three points of anger and seven points of shyness, instantly breaking Nan Fusheng's intoxication. Immediately afterwards, he felt his big hand under the quilt as if he was steadily clamped by a delicate clip.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw that Wu Siduo had already woken up at some point. Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, and she was so beautiful that she was glaring in her eyes. She glared at Nan Fusheng fiercely, her eyes as if silently accusing him of "offense".

However, under this anger, there was a hint of shyness and panic that was not easy to detect.

Faced with Wu Siduo's questioning, Nan Fusheng did not show any panic or embarrassment. Since the two had already had an intimate relationship, he simply put aside all disguise and reserve and showed a confident and charming smile at Wu Siduo.

"Didn't you touched it all last night? It doesn't matter if you touch it now."

As he said that, the big hand, which was tightly clamped by Wu Siduo's slender legs, not only did not retreat, but instead rubbed boldly. His movements were gentle but a little provocative. He felt the elastic thigh skin in his palm, and the touch was warm. Hot and delicate.

"Bad guy." Wu Siduo, who was always arrogant and cold on weekdays, rarely showed a shy look like a little woman in front of Nan Fusheng after experiencing the lingering feelings of last night.

She lowered her head slightly, a hint of shyness and sweetness flashed in her eyes, and her voice became soft and soft. This appearance is completely different from her usual days, but it adds a bit of charming charm.

However, when Wu Siduo felt Nan Fusheng's big hand still restless, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed Nan Fusheng's big hand. His eyes were full of pleading and he said softly: "You, you Don't mess around. I really can't do it now."

Her voice was filled with an unconcealed sense of powerlessness, which was the protest made by her body after experiencing last night's tossing.

After being "educated" by Nan Fusheng last night, her body has indeed reached its limit.

Every skin seemed to tell the madness and fatigue of last night. Until this moment, there was still a trace of pain in her body, as if reminding her of everything she had experienced last night.

"Can't you be gentle last night?"

Wu Siduo felt more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it. Her pink fist couldn't help but gently hit Nan Fusheng's chest. Tears flashed in her eyes, with complaints about the pain of last night and complex emotions towards Nan Fusheng.

After all, this was the first time she had experienced such an intimate thing, and this bad guy didn't know how to be polite last night and took away her two firsts.

Especially the second first time, she was even more ashamed.

She never thought that such a private place would have such intimate contact. That unprecedented experience made her feel shy and unbearable, but also a different ripples appeared in the depths of her heart.

Faced with Wu Siduo's accusation, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly, but the movement in his hand did not stop and said, "Who made my Wu Siduo so charming? I can't help it? Don't worry, I won't It's just a touch."

"Who belongs to your family."

Hearing such straightforward and affectionate words from Nan Fusheng, Wu Siduo's heart was instantly filled with a sweet warm current. However, her usual reserve and stubbornness made her unable to help but respond stubbornly even at the moment when her love was overflowing.

But her body was more honest than words. She did not continue to stop Nan Fusheng's intimate movements, but chose to close her eyes slightly and let the warm and powerful big hands slowly rub their skin, feeling this A different kind of tenderness and intimacy.

After some lingering caress, Nan Fusheng finally stood up slowly and began to dress slowly.

Looking at Wu Siduo who seemed to be about to get up, a trace of concern flashed in Nan Fusheng's eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand and gently pressed her down. He said with unquestionable care in his tone: "You have experienced that kind of thing last night. , let's take a break first."

"Yeah." Wu Siduo replied softly, with a hint of fatigue and obedience in her voice. She nodded obediently, her eyes full of trust and dependence on Nan Fusheng.

At this moment, she seemed to have become a docile kitten, immersed in the care given by Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng looked at Wu Siduo, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and then he said seriously: "Wu Siduo, you can stay with me in the future."

"No." But Wu Siduo shook her head, "I want to work in the Federal Central Guard."

Looking at Nan Fusheng's somewhat surprised gaze, Wu Siduo explained: "You, you probably haven't applied to the Federal Central Guard for a bodyguard yet, right?"

Hearing Wu Siduo say this, Nan Fusheng also understood her intention, and immediately nodded and said:

"Not yet. Then I'll write a letter for you, and you will report to the Central Army of Mingdu with the letter. Someone will come to arrange yours at that time. It may take some time."

Since Wu Siduo wanted to go to the Federal Central Guard Bureau, Nan Fusheng naturally would not stop him, but would only help her silently.

"Yeah." Wu Siduo nodded slightly, with a grateful smile on her face.

Then, she seemed to remember something and said, "Can you please help Yiran write another copy? I have already reported my safety to her before. Now she is in a hotel outside Tiandou City, and I think about being with her when I go. Go to Mingdu.”

"Yes." Nan Fusheng naturally would not refuse this little thing, "Then when do you want to set off?"

"Tomorrow." Wu Siduo thought for a moment, then said.

"So fast?" Nan Fusheng's eyes showed a hint of reluctance.

Seeing Nan Fusheng's appearance, Wu Siduo didn't understand what he was thinking. Her pretty face turned red instantly, like the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

"Hmph." She snorted coquettishly, her jade feet quietly stretched out from the quilt, kicked Nan Fusheng gently, and said coquettishly, "Bad guy."

"Then don't you like it?" Nan Fusheng took the opportunity to grab Wu Si Duo's jade feet, held it in his palm, and played with it gently. His fingers gently shuttled between Wu Siduo's toes, his movements were gentle and ambiguous.

"Yeah~" Wu Siduo suddenly felt a numbness coming from the soles of her feet and quickly spread throughout her body. Her round and plump toes couldn't help but curl up slightly, and this strange feeling made her body tremble slightly.

"Bad guy, at worst, you can come tonight."

Wu Siduo bit her lip, with a hint of trembling and shyness in her voice. She turned her head slightly and did not dare to look directly into Nan Fusheng's eyes. Her delicate earlobes were already red, as if they were ripe cherries.

"Even if it's behind, it's OK." Her voice was as light as a mosquito, but it seemed particularly clear in this quiet room.

"Okay, you said."

Looking at the somewhat shy Wu Siduo, Nan Fusheng smiled slightly. He had no intention of doing anything randomly. But since there was an unexpected surprise, he certainly wanted to accept it.

"You have a good rest first, I'll make some blood-enriching soup for you."

"Yeah." The sound of the dance silk as thin as a mosquito bite sounded.