Chapitre 147: Tang San’s Tyrannical Third Spirit Ability (2)
In Tang San's disheveled black hair, several locks were bright purple, that purple hair in itself seemed to emit a similar light, making Xiao Wu see unusually clearly.
The previous groaning was emitted by Tang San, right now, both his eyes just slowly opened, a completely bewildered expression within his eyes.
Tang San himself also didn't know what had happened, he only continuously suppressed and endured extreme pain. The conviction to save Xiao Wu all along supported his willpower. As the extremely violent pain suddenly disappeared, a kind of difficult to describe relaxing pleasure spread throughout his whole body in a moment.
The pain could be endured, but the instant the relaxing pleasure arrived after the extreme pain, Tang San's entire person in the end sunk into a deep sleep. As he once again recovered consciousness, it was the scene Xiao Wu had just witnessed.
The scene before him was hazy, like it was shrouded in a layer of white cotton. Various kinds of senses gradually returned to the body, following his consciousness gradually awakening, the scenery before Tang San gradually became clear.
His body was indescribably comfortable, like every single cell within the body was cheering excitedly, only somewhat itchy, rather like something was stretching out from his back. He was able to feel the moistness of the earth, and the brush of air surrounding him, but Tang San vaguely discovered, it seemed to have somehow become different.
By now the others had also taken note of Tang San's changes. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong saw his naked body and hurriedly bashfully turned away, not daring to look again. Although Xiao Wu was equally bashful, Tang San's safety was even more important to her, resisting the shyness in her heart, she still earnestly gazed at Tang San.
Two yellow and one purple, three spirit rings revolved around Tang San moving rhythmically up and down his body, that purple spirit ring looked exceedingly clear, the purple shining within, setting of Tang San's naked body extremely clearly. But at Tang San's side all the Blue Silver Grass already quietly faded away, only those eight three metre long enormous spider legs on his back still remained.
"Ge——"
Xiao Wu couldn't help but softly call out.
The sudden voice made Tang San start. This voice was really too familiar to him, also one he longed for, subconsciously looking in the direction of the voice, just right to see Xiao Wu looking up at him.
Tang San trembled fiercely once, at once wanting to leap at Xiao Wu, but, right now his body supported by four spider legs was floating in midair. Those spider legs themselves were part of his body, following his desire to move, the spider legs naturally accepted, pulling out from the ground.
Tang San himself wasn't clear on the changes of his body, and he immediately entirely lost his balance, dropping from midair.
"Careful."
Xiao Wu cried out in alarm, extending both arms to catch Tang San's body. Fortunately her strength was good, the impulse of Tang San falling from two metres in the air couldn't be considered too great, and he was just caught well by Xiao Wu.
The eight spider legs simultaneously rose to his back, although they looked monstrous, they didn't at all affect Tang San's mobility.
A familiar scent reaching his nose, Tang San practically at once moved his arms to embrace Xiao Wu,
"I, I'm not dreaming? Xiao Wu, it's really you?"
Xiao Wu held Tang San just as tightly, already sobbing wordlessly.
Currently, Tang San's haziness from just awakening was already clearing. He was only too familiar with Xiao Wu's scent, adding the warmth reaching him from the soft delicate body in his arms, he knew that this was all real, Xiao Wu had returned, she had returned.
"Silly, don't cry, coming back is all well, coming back is all well."
Lightly patting Xiao Wu's back, Tang San also couldn't stop his eyes from misting up. All his worries melted away at this moment, the feeling of again seeing Xiao Wu after what felt like a lifetime made his entire body tremble. Compared to Xiao Wu, just now obtaining the third spirit ring counted as nothing, in his heart, nothing was more important than Xiao Wu's life.
"Ge, it's all my fault, making you worry."
Xiao Wu said, choking with sobs.
Tang San shook his head,
"Idiot, it was my fault, I who lacked ability, didn't protect you properly."
"Cough cough"
Coughing sounds to the side made the simultaneously sad and happy pair wake up.
The coughing was from Dai Mubai,
"Little San, although I admit, your means are very good, but, aren't you at least putting on pants? After all there are still other girls present."
Tang San looked blank a moment, subconsciously looking at his body, at this discovering that unexpectedly he wasn't wearing even a strip of cloth.
Xiao Wu right now also came to herself, her charming face immediately blushing shyly. Hurriedly closing her eyes, but still reluctant to part with little San's hug, merely buried her head in his chest unwilling to lift it.
"This..., how would I become like this? Who took off my clothes?"
Tang San stupidly asked.
Oscar made his way over from the side,
"Nobody took off your clothes, who knows how they ceased to be?"
Tang San felt at his waist, fortunately, Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges was still there, at once hurriedly softly pushing away Xiao Wu, he rapidly took out a set of clothes to put on.
Wearing trousers still went well, but putting on his jacket was problematic. Tang San now discovered the unusual condition on his back. As he looked behind him at the eight pointy spider legs sprouting on his back, he couldn't help but stare blankly.
Fatty Ma Hongjun with great understanding said:
"Don't ask us why it would be like this, none of us knows. This happened in the process of absorbing that Man Faced Demon Spider's spirit ring. Tang San, didn't that spirit ring cause variation for you?"
By now Tang San had at least put on trousers, so Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing also turned back around. After waiting for one day and one night, Tang San was now at last out of danger, but the change in his body was nevertheless so monstrous, it couldn't help but pique everyone's interest. Even Zhao Wuji was no exception.
"Let me sense myself at once."
Tang San standing there slowly closed his eyes.
Generally speaking, Spirit Masters after absorbing a spirit ring were able to sense what new spirit ability they possessed. Just like how Oscar when he had absorbed the third spirit ring immediately knew his third sausage spirit incantation.
The pain Tang San endured in absorbing the spirit ring had been too great, to the extent that he had spent the latter half of the absorption changing process unconscious. Right now he could only search his soul to sense everything the third spirit ring had provided him.
Tang San's meditation went on for no less than half a double hour. As he once again opened his eyes, his expression was somewhat strange.
"Well?"
Xiao Wu anxiously asked.
Tang San puzzled said:
"There should be no problem. The spirit ring wouldn't vary. Teacher once said, only a spirit varies, different spirits absorbing the same spirit ring would still give different results. I already obtained an ability from absorbing the Man Faced Demon Spider's spirit ring. Everything is very ordinary. Only, I can't explain these eight spider legs on my back."
"Aiyou!"
A miserable shriek suddenly erupted, everyone jumped with fright, believing it was a spirit beast attack, immediately on alert as they looked in the direction the scream came from, discovering no warning signs.
Emitting the shriek was Ma Hongjun, his right hand tightly holding his left hand, a painful expression on his face. His left hand was already becoming purple, furthermore the skin appeared damaged, with black liquid flowing down, a black qi rapidly spreading up his arm.
"Not good, he's poisoned. Oscar, quickly."
Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice, in one stride reaching Ma Hongjun's side, one palm directly slapping his shoulder, using his vigorous spirit power to help him suppress the poison invading his body.
"I your father have a small sausage."
A dried small sausage was promptly delivered to Fatty's mouth. At this everyone breathed out.
Unfortunately, their relaxation didn't continue for too long.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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