Becoming God of a Dystopian World

Chapter 133: Brother Suo

Yes that…

Feng Ma replied while grabbing Zhao Luo’s arm.

He was looking straight at Zhao Luo with passion in his eyes.

The female disciples who were still looking at the two couldn’t help but fall to the ground as their noses started bleeding because of the hot scene going on in front of their eyes.

[A guy with shiny silver hair who was extremely handsome and tall with broad shoulders his arm was being gripped by another guy whose height was similar but his black hairs were covering his eyes yet the intense stare of that drunken guy’s hidden eyes could be imagined easily]

Zhao Luo had a smile on his face as he looked at the aggressive expression on Feng Ma’s face.

Zhao Luo brought his handsome face closer to Feng Ma’s ear.

That’s a secret hehe.

Zhao Luo’s chuckle entered Feng Ma’s ear and he stumbled backward while letting go of his grip.

Ah I get it brother.

Feng Ma understood that it wouldn’t be easy to get this movement technique out of Zhao Luo.

‘Why would I tell you about my Half Walk?’

Zhao Luo wondered as he looked at the stumbling Feng Ma and grinned.

A disciple approaches the two.

For some weird reason this disciple was smile from ear to ear.

A level seven ‘VII’ black badge could be seen on his chest as he closed in on Zhao Luo from behind.

Brother.

Feng Ma pointed his finger towards Zhao Luo’s cheat motioning it to tell something. 

Zhao Luo looked at Feng Ma’s finger which Feng Ma was flicking and immediately understood that he was telling him to turn around.

‘Someone’s approaching.’

Even before Zhao Luo turned around he could hear footsteps approaching them and to see who these steps belonged to Zhao Luo turned around.

It’s you.

Zhao Luo was bemused but the next instant he walked towards the disciple who was coming at him.

Si Chen.

Zhao Luo said when he came face to face with the disciple.

Then he proceeded to give Si Chen a bear hug.

Agh.

Si Chen cried out as the grip of Zhao Luo was crushing his insides.

Brother if you keep on hugging me like this some disciples will not like this. Haha.

Si Chen told Zhao Luo with an awkward smile and even more embarrassing laugh.

Haha okay.

Zhao Luo loosened his grip and let Si Chen free.

Then he inspected Si Chen and found some growth in Si Chen.

Whether it was his temperament or his facial details there was quite a big difference from when Zhao Luo had seen him more than two weeks ago.

The biggest difference from then was that now Si Chen was at the same level as Feng Ma.

Brother you have become so strong that even I am in awe of your strength.

Si Chen praised Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo rubbed his index finger on his nose and nodded his head.

Suddenly Zhao Luo’s squinted his eyes and then opened them wide.

He was looking behind Si Chen.

Another familiar person was coming towards them.

Feng Ma hurriedly walked towards Zhao Luo.

Brother that’s one of the three royal beauties of the Xin Range and one of the three top beauties of our Xin Sect Rose.

He whispered to Zhao as Rose with her veiled face was making her way towards them.

After Mo Anna had returned to Sect after carrying out the expedition mission some part of her identity had become known by many disciples. Like she was from one of the royal families.

I know!

Zhao Luo replied while his eyes were wavering for some reason.

They never had anything going on but there was this obvious attachment from both sides.

Zhao Luo and Mo Anna had something called ‘an unspoken promise’ bonding them.

Looking at her coming towards him Zhao Luo couldn’t stop his heart from beating loudly.

Ba-Dump.

Ba-Dump.

Ba-Dump.

Rose look he is already ahead of us.

Si Chen suddenly said as Rose reached them.

The three were looking at Zhao Luo but each one’s stare had a different reason behind it.

Feng Ma stared at Zhao Luo with skeptical eyes.

‘They know each other?’

He took a step back while looking at the intense stare going on between Zhao Luo and Rose.

Si Chen was still busy praising Zhao Luo his stare contained reverence for Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo was his savior and also the one whose actions had helped Si Chen kill the evil in his heart.

While Rose’s stare was very different than the one’s Feng Ma and Si Che were projecting on Zhao Luo.

Just her enchanting eyes were enough to force any normal male disciple to bow his head in front of her. But Zhao Luo wasn’t someone average he equally stared back at her.

Rose’s eyes had a deep sense of yearning while Zhao Luo was looking at her with open desire in his eyes.

How have you been?

Rose asked in a light voice.

Someone had to break the silence and rose took the lead.

She couldn’t handle the hot gaze of Zhao Luo and asked embarrassingly.

I have been good and getting stronger.

Zhao Luo told her proudly.

‘What? Is he talking to his mom?’

Gulp!

Feng Ma thought while looking at their awkward interaction and took a sip out of his wine flask.

Same here.

Rose said and looked away.

Just then a group of disciples approached them.

More than thirty disciples were coming at Zhao Luo and the others.

The other disciples around the stage emptied the area to let this group approach Zhao Luo more easily.

Thus in just a few minutes this group which was being led by a slim disciple with golden hair reached them.

Rose what are you doing with this pleb?

Pleb?

Zhao Luo snickered as he heard the leader of the group calling him a ‘pleb’.

Rose stayed quiet while Zhao Luo tried to see through her veil but couldn’t find out about the terrifying expression she was making.

He could see her beautiful eyes shaking.

‘Is she scared? Of this guy?’

Zhao Luo wondered as he didn’t like how rude this guy was.

‘Just like how senior mite was in the start.’

Zho Luo remembered how his senior was when they had met for the first time at the entrance of the trainee hall.

Should I give this guy a whacking too?

Zhao Luo mumbled in a barely audible voice.

The ones who heard this were Rose Feng Ma and Si Chen.

Haha.

Haha.

Chuckle!

The two guys laughed while Rose closed her terrified eyes and giggled.

Rose come here.

That disciple didn’t ask anymore and said in a commanding tone.

His voice contained a mysterious pressure that even Zhao Luo could feel.

Zhao Luo noticed the badge on the chest of this disciple.

‘A level nine’

Zhao Luo could see a level nine ” mark on the black badge of the disciple with golden hair.

Rose stepped towards this disciple.

‘Tap.’

Zhao Luo grabbed her arm just to find Rose removing his hand from her arm.

What?

It’s okay.

Rose said with a fake smile on her face but Zhao Luo couldn’t see it as it was hidden behind her veil.

Brother what’s wrong?

Rose asked the man while calling her ‘brother.

Except for Brother Sang Zhao Luo had never heard her call anyone else as ‘brother’.

Just stay behind me. How many times have I told you to not let the image of Royalty down? Stop mixing with the lower class!

Her brother said while pointing at Zhao Luo.

This insult was directed at ‘ONLY’ him.

Zhao Luo clenched his fist.

This was the first time he was being shouted at like this.

‘He is her brother.’

Zhao Luo controlled his rage and showed a calm smile.

He opened his mouth to say something but before he could speak Feng Ma and Si Chen walked ahead.

Like a knight protecting their King they acted as Zhao Luo’s knight right now and guarded him.

Who is this little bastard?

Feng Ma was the one to talk as his feet were wobbling.

He brought the wine flask close to his mouth and took a sip from it.

Thuuu~

Spitting the wine in front of the man with the golden hair Feng Ma arrogantly stared at him.

Even my exquisite wine tastes like shit.

Feng Ma said as he stored his wine flask in his storage ring and looked proud after getting back at this guy for Zhao Luo.

Looking back with a grin he winked at Zhao Luo causing Zhao Luo to feel bliss.

Haha this guy.

Zhao Luo laughed as the loser Feng Ma looked quite cool right now.

I see.

The man said.

Brother Suo please leave them alone.

Rose cried lightly but this brother of hers pushed her back.

The Feng’s have fallen by a lot. Is that why your father betrayed the Feng’s. You drunk dog.

Brother Suo grinned evilly as he mentioned something about Feng Ma’s father.

Zhao Luo looked stunned and stared at Feng Ma’s back.

Feng?

Zhao Luo questioned.

He had fought with Feng Ma and they were already on good terms as fellow disciples but he didn’t know of his identity.

H-he. I never had a father.

Feng Ma shouted at Brother Suo while clenching his fist.