Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 106 Welcome Back to Hell
"It's just a provider of paternal genes in the biological sense."

Regarding Qian Xun Ji, this is what Sang Xia said.

This is a cemetery located on the backside of Liuyi Mountain. It is shaded by the lush green pines and cypresses beside the bluestone path in a quiet shadow. There is a light rain in the sky, soaking the tombstones lined up.

One of the tombstones is different from other tombstones in the shape of swords, crosses or prisms. It is just a marble column without any decoration. In the dark forest of steles, it is the only one that is pure white, without inscriptions or inscriptions, as if it is a tombstone that has been buried here forever. The names of the deceased have long been lost in the long river of time.

Sang Xia bent down, and placed a bouquet of white roses decorated with platycodon flowers and sunflower leaves in front of the pillar, and lightly rubbed her fingertips on it, feeling cold to the touch.

She was wearing a military dress, with snow silver tassels hanging down from the complicated ribbons on her shoulders, a dark cloak hanging down behind her, long boots decorated with straps and engraved silver buckles to tighten her calves, and her skirts met the upper edge of the boots. Then, the military cap was held in the crook of the arm, the back was straight, silent and cold, as if she was also a dark tombstone.

Wu Tan was holding an umbrella for her, and asked her with a smile if she would like to drop by Douluo Temple to pay respects to Chihiro Ji: "He is your father after all."

A look of disgust flashed between Sang Xia's eyebrows: "Don't mention him at my mother's grave."

She said so, but still took the plain white chrysanthemums he had prepared in advance, and put the military cap with the glowing six-wing emblem back on her head, and the lowered brim of the hat covered her eyes. Eyebrows.

Climbing up the long bluestone steps extending along the mountain, she came to the Douluo Hall, lit three sticks of incense sticks to blow off the smoke, and inserted them in front of Qian Xunji's spiritual tablet.

It's not out of mourning or admiration for the scum, it's just a political show.She needs to prove her bloodline with this, so that she can receive his inheritance in a justifiable way—although after so many years, those things should have been embezzled by Bibi Dong long ago.

However, there are still some parts left, such as the Cangyin Knights, which were reformed by their mothers and used strict military regulations to eradicate the sores and pus and blood in them, and the successors including Huo Yi maintained it. well done.

Another example is the White Tower.

Wu Tan, who represented the White Tower, expressed her surrender to her in full view, and had already expressed the White Tower's position. Poor His Majesty the Pope, who regards the spider nest as his mouthpiece and ears, should feel uncomfortable being stabbed in the face by his own spy chief.

"I really want to know what the Pope will think of you now." In the smoke, she pressed the brim of her hat, with a faint sneer on her lips, "An unfamiliar dog?"

"The White Tower is responsible for its own profits and losses, but she has never raised me." Wu Tan chuckled, "The unfamiliar dogs should be her three good disciples."

Thinking of the golden generation, the sneering smile on her face disappeared, and she returned to an expressionless look, her eyes buried deep in the shadows: "You're so stupid, it won't do them any good."

"I just miss you very much." Wu Tan said lightly, "Xieyue's violin has already played very well, and he often plays the violin alone in your former room."

Sang Xia was silent for a while: "Brother, are they involved in the Ascension to God project?"

"It's just some basic transformation. His Holiness the Pope is reluctant to let the heir he has painstakingly cultivated suffer so much." Wu Tan shrugged, and lightly concluded to the golden generation of Spirit Hall, "A group of defective products. "

"According to your standards, I should be considered a defective product, the one with too short service life." Sang Xia sneered.

"Yes, you should feel it yourself, your body is about to reach its limit." Wu Tan's slender fingers tapped lightly on the handle of the umbrella in his hand, "One year at most."

"Your nonsense is still as much as before."

Facing her sarcastic remarks, Wu Tan just smiled helplessly, as if he was a gentle and good brother who was troubled by his sister's rebellious period: "Promotion. Use soul power to feed back vitality."

Sang Xia suddenly wanted to laugh, transforming the vitality of the soul beast into soul power, and then using the soul power to feed back the vitality to prolong her life, which made her feel like a garbage relay processing station.

"Then let's go," she looked around the empty and spacious Douluo Hall, skimmed over the spiritual tablets engraved with dazzling names one by one, turned around without any hesitation, took up the hem of the cloak and swiped in the air Over an arc: "I don't have so much time to waste."

The Cangyin Knights were waiting outside the Douluo Hall, and when they saw her come out, they all pressed their chests and saluted.In their cognition, Chihiro Ji reorganized the Knights of the Gilded Field who had been entangled in interests and had long been reduced to the children of noble clans, and gave them the opportunity to soul masters who were born as commoners. Sang Xia was his daughter, so naturally You can also get their respect and support.

Only Huo Yi's expression was still worried. He looked sideways at her who passed him by without stopping. There was a layer of damp water vapor in the amber gold pupils, like a gloomy morning with fog in early winter, brewing a storm. The rain that is about to fall.

The elevator pulled by the steel cable made a rumbling sound, passed the rails that shuttled through it like a giant steel dragon, the mechanical creations that were dormant behind the lingering steam clouds like strange beasts, and the furnace that spewed bright golden-red beams of light, and reached the ground .

Wu Tan flipped the mechanical combination lock, and the buckled parts made a slight sound as they loosened, and the gate made of metal suddenly opened in front of Sang Xia.

According to different research projects, the interior of the Court of Falling Moon is divided into large and small areas, some are alchemy laboratories that are resounding day and night with the clanging of hammers, and some are operating rooms or slaughterhouses that are stained with blood and rust. Some of the cages were reinforced with iron essence to prevent the experimental subjects from escaping, and the researchers in white robes hurried through it like ghosts.

But very few people can go deep into this place, the core area of ​​the Court of Falling Moon, code-named "Pivot Heart".Dense pipelines and tracks surrounded it like a group of snakes, the gears creaked and squeaked, and the furnace was blazing, forming a circulating soul guide matrix.

In the center of the matrix is ​​a huge pool. The liquid in the pool is a strange crimson color, occasionally bubbling up tiny bubbles, like a pool of blood.

"Actually, when I escaped from here, I thought about locking the door from the outside and burning you all inside." She grinned, but there was no smile in her eyes, "Unfortunately, I don't know password."

"It's made from the blood of the sub-dragon species and a variety of medicinal liquids." The words of deep hatred did not change Wu Tan's expression, and he explained to her in a relaxed tone, "It may be very painful. Narcotics?"

"No need." She replied indifferently, took off her military cap, unbuttoned her cloak, and took off her military uniform jacket, throwing these cumbersome clothes on the ground one by one, and turned her head to look expressionlessly when she unbuttoned her shirt. Wu Tan, the latter raised his hands, turned around and exited the hub knowingly, and turned the combination lock again to close the gate.

The heavy metal door should have been able to isolate all sounds, but after a while, there was still a tragic and inhuman wail of pain, which was resonated by the underground cavity and reflected a huge echo, as if there were a thousand 1 in the The devil on trial in the springs of lava and brimstone was crying out.

Wu Tan leaned against the gate, with no expression of emotion or pity on his face, the sparks from the furnace brushed his cheeks, and the high-heat flames seemed unable to melt the ice covered under his eyes.

"His Royal Highness."

He smiled and murmured, "Welcome back to hell."

(End of this chapter)