Chapter 72: Personally Feeding Tang San Sausages
Pope's Palace — Spirit Hall
When Bibi Dong saw the messages in the chat group, her expression instantly darkened. Her ample, snow-white chest rose and fell sharply—proof of just how furious she was inside.
Damn it!
She, the majestic Pope of the Spirit Hall, is actually being mocked by a bunch of cowardly, hidden rats?
And the worst part— she had no way to refute them.
Bang!!!
Bibi Dong shot up from her throne, slamming her scepter onto the floor with a deafening crack.
"Someone!"
"Summon Yue Guan and Gui Mei immediately!"
Bibi Dong was livid.
Spirit Hall's influence spread across the entire continent— and yet the orphan, the little princess, and the others all somehow obtained Kitty's secret before she did.
They received reports on Tang San every time something new happened, yet she could only watch from the chat group like a bystander.
How could she possibly tolerate this!?
Shrek Academy
Oscar sprinted over the moment he was called.
"Boss Dai, you need me?"
Dai Mubai spoke hurriedly, "Quickly, make some sausages. Tang San is injured, and Teacher Zhao… well, he's not doing great either."
Su Yan immediately put on an anxious, confused face.
"At a time like this, you're talking about sausages? Go get a healing-type soul master! My buddy is hurt!"
Dai Mubai quickly explained:
"Oscar's sausage is from his first soul skill—it accelerates physical recovery."
The moment Su Yan heard that, he thought: That's exactly what I was waiting for.
Then he urgently shouted:
"Ohhh, that's different! Then hurry up and give my brother the biggest, hottest sausages you've got! Bring as many as possible—don't worry, I'll pay!"
Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong all exchanged strange looks.
This scene… Anyone watching would definitely misunderstand.
Su Yan looked genuinely worried about Tang San. He looked truly anxious. He seemed really concerned.
Just look at him—he was acting like a frantic, devoted brother.
Oscar immediately began producing sausages.
"Your father has a big sausage."
"Your father has a small sausage."
Su Yan almost burst out laughing.
Oscar really was… adaptable.
Tang San, who had been half-conscious, abruptly sobered up the moment he heard Oscar's sausage chant. His stomach churned violently—yet somehow he became alert again.
"Cough."
"My injury isn't serious, just a bit of exhaustion. I'll be fine after a rest. Give the Sausage to Teacher Zhao!"
Upon hearing this, Su Yan said with a worried expression: "Tang San, you're injured now, don't talk anymore."
With that said.
Su Yan picked up Oscar's Big Sausage, squatted down to support Tang San, and directly shoved Oscar's Big Recovery Sausage into Tang San's throat. He even said with a blaming tone:
"See? You're being stubborn again!"
"It's supposed to be a group assessment, yet you insisted on fighting alone. You're always doing things that make your brother worry!"
Everyone: ???
Dai Mubai's eyes nearly popped out.
What the hell???
Oscar's recovery sausage— went straight in??
No way…
No way, right?
Are you two… into that kind of thing???
Oscar himself was stunned.
Hold on. Is it my sausage that's improper— or are YOU TWO the improper ones!?
Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu all quickly looked away.
They knew it. Su Yan, this wicked man, could never sincerely care about Tang San.
Of course, he was waiting for this!
They almost believed him earlier.
Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji was standing a bit farther away and couldn't clearly see what was happening.
So he happily said:
"Good! Good!"
"You little monsters already have such deep bonds. As your teacher, I'm touched!"
Pfft—
The three girls almost exploded laughing.
Touched?
Teacher Zhao, if you'd just move closer and look properly— Look at Tang San's face full of resistance. Look at how he's practically choking on that sausage.
Tang San was one breath away from crying.
And you're touched!?
Dai Mubai and Oscar exchanged glances.
Both wanted to speak— but didn't know what to say.
Just one thought: Beasts. You are truly beasts.
"Wuu… wuuu…"
Tang San was genuinely on the verge of tears.
Oscar's recovery big sausage was jammed against the back of his throat. He couldn't speak, and Su Yan's grip was ridiculously strong—he simply couldn't resist at all!
"Wuu—wuu!"
(Su Yan, I hate you!)
"Wuu—wuu—!"
(I really hate you!)
Su Yan looked at Tang San's muffled whimpering, removed the recovery sausage for a moment, and asked with exaggerated concern:
"Tang San, what's wrong?"
"Ugh—!!"
"Cough! Cough, cough…!"
Tang San retched violently, coughing so hard he could barely breathe. Not because of Oscar's soul-chanted nausea— but because that recovery sausage had been rammed inside so forcefully he almost threw up!
But—
Before he could say a single word—
Su Yan shoved the sausage back into his mouth again.
"Hurry and eat. Eat first, talk later."
Tang San: ???
Su Yan's rhythm of push in → pull out → push in again had everyone watching completely dumbfounded.
Brother…
It's a sausage.
A real sausage, food-type.
It doesn't melt instantly like soul
power—you're supposed to chew it, right!?
Tang San was straight-up crying now.
He's doing this on purpose!
Su Yan, this bastard, was definitely doing it intentionally! He must be jealous that Tang San managed to shine in front of Xiao Wu earlier!
You damned bastard!!!
You have already chosen the path of death!!!
"Wuuu… wuuuu…"
Tang San fought with everything he had, desperately struggling. Finally, he managed to catch a sliver of air to speak, tears streaming down:
"I'll eat! I'll eat!"
Only then did Su Yan nod in "satisfaction," placing both Oscar's big sausage and little sausage in Tang San's hands, smiling with relieved kindness:
"That's more like it."
"Eat your medicine properly, and you'll heal faster. We're brothers—there's no need to be polite. It's only right that I worry about you!"
Everyone: ???
Tang San, biting the sausage, glared at Su Yan with deep hatred.
'I really want to thank your entire family…'
'Damn it.'
'You damned turtle-bastard.'
'Are you sure this is you caring for me?'
'It's obviously you toying with me!'
Su Yan (inwardly): You're spouting nonsense! The one playing with you was Oscar. What does it have to do with me, Su Yan?
Oscar: ???
At that moment, Su Yan turned to Zhao Wuji, grabbed another recovery sausage from Oscar, and walked over grinning.
"Teacher Zhao, have you eaten your sausage yet? I can help you."
Zhao Wuji: ???
Pope's Palace — Spirit Hall
Bibi Dong sat on her throne, fingers clenched tight around her scepter, her expression icy and terrifying.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei rushed in, their hearts tightening when they saw her face.
"Your Holiness."
Bibi Dong's voice was cold:
"The matter I ordered you to investigate—
Any new progress?"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a nervous glance.
Gui Mei stepped forward and answered:
"Reporting to Your Holiness… We have confirmed that Tang Hao is indeed hiding near Tang San. The collected information has already been submitted."
Bibi Dong's brows tightened.
"And?"
Gui Mei swallowed.
"For now… nothing else."
Bang!!!
Her scepter smashed into the floor, soul power exploding outward like a shockwave. Yue Guan and Gui Mei were forced to retreat half a step, then dropped to one knee in fear.
"Your Holiness, please calm your anger!"
"Trash!"
"A whole group of useless waste!"
Bibi Dong's fury surged like a storm.
"You've been investigating for days,
And all you've found is 'Tang San exists.'
and 'Tang Hao is with him.'"
"What is the point of raising useless waste like you!?"
"You still know nothing about Tang San's most recent movements?"
Ghost Douluo quickly explained:
"Your Holiness, please calm down."
"This matter… does have special circumstances. Many of Spirit Hall's investigators in charge of tracking Tang San have suffered 'accidents.'"
"We suspect Tang Hao is secretly protecting Tang San and has been eliminating our personnel."
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End of Chapter