"Let's go."
Wang Lin did not refuse. He grabbed two pastries from the breakfast Xu Jiujiu brought earlier and took out his black robe to put it on himself.
"Let's go." Long Xiaoyao was dressed the same way. The master and disciple left the hotel and walked onto the streets of Star Luo City.
As soon as they hit the street, Wang Lin habitually stuffed a pastry into Long Xiaoyao's hand. Long Xiaoyao was stunned, standing still, looking at the light green pastry in his palm.
It was a mung bean cake.
"Touched, Master? It's just a coincidence. I just grabbed it randomly." Wang Lin noticed the old Black Dragon standing still and scratched his head.
During their travels over the past few days, whenever they rested at a teahouse, the old Black Dragon liked to order a small dish of mung bean cake. Wang Lin noticed there was some in the breakfast Xu Jiujiu prepared, so he took it out.
"I'm not hungry." Long Xiaoyao shook his head, stuffed the mung bean cake back into Wang Lin's hand, and then strode quickly onto the street.
"This old Black Dragon..." Wang Lin looked at the returned mung bean cake, feeling a bit confused. Before he could complain, he realized the old Black Dragon's speed was extremely fast, and he was about to disappear down the street.
Without time to hesitate, Wang Lin put the mung bean cake into his storage soul tool and quickly ran to follow.
It was almost noon, and the streets were bustling with many people. For some reason, Long Xiaoyao walked faster and faster, which made Wang Lin, following behind him, feel inexplicably confused.
Hey, why is this old Black Dragon walking so fast?
Because they were far apart, and the streets were full of people, and both Wang Lin and Long Xiaoyao were wearing black robes, Wang Lin couldn't shout out loud for Long Xiaoyao to slow down.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Wang Lin, who was trailing far behind, finally lost sight of him.
Wang Lin stood in place and looked around, only to realize that he had somehow arrived at the outskirts of Star Luo City. In the distance, he could already see the city gate.
"Where's the old Black Dragon? Did he leave the city?"
Wang Lin was a bit speechless. What exactly did this old Black Dragon want to do? He said he was going for a walk, but how could he run off by himself?
After looking around for a long time and not seeing Long Xiaoyao's figure, Wang Lin immediately prepared to climb up to the roof of a nearby building.
He walked into a small alley on the street, but before he could climb the wall.
Electrolux's voice suddenly sounded in Wang Lin's ear.
"Be careful, Little Linzi, an Ultimate Douluo has targeted you!"
"The old Black Dragon?" Wang Lin subconsciously said.
"No, another Ultimate Douluo I don't recognize. The aura emanating from her is very evil, and she is a female. Your master is standing right beside that Ultimate Douluo."
Electrolux said in a deep voice.
"Female Ultimate Douluo? Could it be Ye Xishui?"
Wang Lin immediately realized. Sure enough, what was supposed to come would come eventually. Since becoming Long Xiaoyao's disciple, Wang Lin had been prepared to face Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui was the equivalent of Bibi Dong, but an evil version of Bibi Dong. If you said Ye Xishui loved Long Xiaoyao, she constantly treated him like a dog.
If you said Ye Xishui didn't love Long Xiaoyao, she once bore him a child.
Considering Long Xiaoyao's behavior just now, Wang Lin guessed that Ye Xishui intended to use him to pressure Long Xiaoyao into doing things Long Xiaoyao didn't want to do, including but not limited to killing Wang Lin or controlling Wang Lin.
Having figured it out, Wang Lin immediately asked.
"Elder Yi, can you point me in the right direction?"
"South. With this old man protecting you, do whatever you want. After all, he is your master. Women, ah..." Electrolux said, his tone becoming somewhat helpless, perhaps recalling some past events.
"I'm going."
Wang Lin nodded, saying no more. Both of his masters had suffered greatly because of women. Elder Yi was harmed by a woman and went from being the Son of Light to the Calamity of the Undead.
The old Black Dragon was still being manipulated by Ye Xishui.
Walking out of the alley and onto the street, Wang Lin quickly headed in Long Xiaoyao's direction according to Elder Yi's guidance.
Soon, Wang Lin reached a street that was almost empty of people. He hadn't walked far.
A strong figure shrouded in a black robe suddenly walked out of a small alley on the street. Those black eyes landed on Wang Lin, and the aged, stern voice carried an anger he had never shown before.
"Who told you to come over? Get back!"
Wang Lin was stunned for a moment. In the year they had spent together, he had never seen the old Black Dragon angry. It was quite scary.
"It's too late to rush me back, Master."
Wang Lin shook his head helplessly, standing still without moving. This one sentence made Long Xiaoyao freeze.
But Wang Lin remained indifferent. Instead, he took out two slightly damaged mung bean cakes from his storage soul tool.
"Have some breakfast first. I specifically brought these."
"You..."
A woman wrapped in a blood-red cloak suddenly appeared behind Long Xiaoyao.
Wang Lin could feel that the old Black Dragon's expression grew tense the moment the woman appeared.
"Wang Lin, is it? Do you know me?"
A gentle and pleasing female voice sounded. A dense, bloody aura also permeated from the woman, pressing down on Wang Lin with strong killing intent.
But Wang Lin looked like nothing was wrong. His gray eyes curiously looked at the woman, then at Long Xiaoyao, and suddenly said with surprise.
"Could it be Mistress!?"
As soon as these words were uttered, Long Xiaoyao thought, This is bad, but the next second, a silvery laugh abruptly rang out.
"Hehehe... Say that again, and I'll introduce you to a teacher in soul tools."
This change surprised not only Long Xiaoyao but also Wang Lin. This Ye Xishui was truly crazy.
Adhering to the principle of minimizing trouble, Wang Lin honestly called out.
"Mistress."
It was just a term of address; it didn't prevent Wang Lin from finding an opportunity to kill her later.
"Good. I accept 'Mistress.' I'll find a chance to introduce you to my godson later. Remember to return to Mingdu early."
After saying this, the woman didn't spare Long Xiaoyao a glance, turned around, and left.
Long Xiaoyao turned back to look in the direction the woman left, a clearly astonished expression on his face. She actually left? Was she the same woman he knew...
While he was stunned, Wang Lin had already walked to Long Xiaoyao's side and stuffed the mung bean cake into Long Xiaoyao's hand.
He said as if nothing had happened: "Not bad, Master. You have a wife and didn't even tell me."
"She is not. She hates me!" Long Xiaoyao said subconsciously.
"Then why did she ask me to call her 'Mistress' and offer to introduce me to a teacher in soul tools? Master, do you know who it is?"
"Kong Deming." Long Xiaoyao muttered. He suddenly realized. He was clearly too worried and confused earlier, subconsciously overlooking the meaning of that name.
"Who?"
"What did you do at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy, you brat?"
Long Xiaoyao, who had figured it out, stared intently at Wang Lin with his black eyes, making Wang Lin feel uneasy.
"Uh, I just tinkered with a small invention. What's wrong?"