Douluo's strongest god-level assistant

The sword was three feet three feet long, and it looked a bit nondescript when being held by Wang Lu, who was 1.3 meters tall.

But it doesn't matter, the sword is a murder weapon, not for viewing.

"Hey, do you still want to take action?" Seeing Wang Lu's appearance, the middle-aged man with inverted triangular eyes looked sarcastic.

Soul masters basically fight with martial souls. Just like when they fought with the black-faced boy before, they needed to borrow foreign weapons. After all, they were inferior and inferior methods.

Just think about it, if your own martial soul is strong enough, why do you need to borrow foreign objects?

Hearing this, Wang Lu didn't say anything. He held the scabbard and hilt of the long sword that didn't fit his body shape with both hands, and gently pulled it out.

A dazzling silver light, like a divine rainbow during the day, suddenly lit up in the field, causing pain in the eyes of those watching around, and tears streaming down their faces.

When the light in the field disappeared and everyone's eyesight recovered, they looked inside again. Everyone was so shocked that they screamed again and again.

Not far in front of Wang Lu, four great soul master guards stood motionless, their faces still retaining the previous expressions. When Wang Lu put the sword back on his back again, the four guards' necks A trace of scarlet blood line was gently revealed.

Bang~!

Bang~!

The corpses lay on the ground one after another, hot blood gurgling along the wounds, and soon the ground was dyed red.

A strong sense of nausea rushed to his forehead. Cold sweat dripped on Wang Lu's forehead, his face looked slightly pale, and he almost felt sick.

This was his first time killing someone, not for any gain, just to draw his sword to help when there was injustice.

"Is it fierce?" Turning to look at the girl kneeling next to the black-faced boy, Wang Luqiang forced a smile, revealing a row of snow-white teeth.

Looking at the four corpses lying down not far away in front of them, the girl seemed to be frightened. Her pretty face was completely white, and she stayed in place without making a sound.

"It's so fierce!" Compared to the girl, the black-faced boy nodded in shock.

After a while of recovery, although the injury was still serious, he could still move and speak with difficulty.

"Ouch~!"

Just as the black-faced boy finished speaking, he saw the young boy who had killed four great soul masters of level [-] or above with one sword, quickly ran to the gate of the nearby town, leaned on the stone pillar of the gate with one hand, and vomited. A commotion.

Not far away, Galway Douluo stood quietly in the distance watching all this, his face extremely calm.

Living in such a world, there is no reason not to kill, and I have become accustomed to killing.

It seems embarrassing now, but it won't be so embarrassing when we actually face the situation of life and death in the future.

Seeing the dead people, the surrounding spectators had already dispersed in panic. There were many fights between soul masters on weekdays, but dead people were really rare, and four of them died at once.

The reason why they ran was not because they were afraid of seeing dead people. Although dead people were rare in this village, one or two would die every now and then, and they were already used to it.

The four dead people had unusual identities. They ran away one by one, mainly because they were afraid of being implicated.

"Ahem, first time?" With the help of the colorful-faced girl, the black-faced boy covered his aching chest and came to Wang Lu, who was about to vomit bile.

Wang Lu glanced at him lightly and said nothing. He remained calm and tried not to imagine the bloody scene before.

"Thank you." The black-faced boy said softly, with sincerity on his face.

"I'm the one collecting the money." Wang Lu said in a calm tone after taking the tissue handed over by Agedis Douluo and wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Since you can kill four great soul master guards with one sword, why don't you kill that bullshit young master too?" the black-faced boy asked seriously.

When the onlookers dispersed just now, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy guarded by the four guards had already taken advantage of the chaos and left. It was unclear whether he was going to bring in reinforcements or hiding alone at home shivering.

"Pay first, and I'll tell you why. Don't think about refusing to pay, or someone will die." Wang Lu reached out and touched the long sword on his back.

"No money!" The black-faced boy suddenly stiffened.

Even though he is now a great soul master of more than 20 levels, he can receive a subsidy of ten gold soul coins from Wuhun Palace every month, but in the imperial capital where every inch of land is so valuable, within a radius of thousands of miles, this little money is really worth it. It's just about being able to eat enough.

"It doesn't matter, you can use your sister to pay the bill." Wang Lu looked at the colorful-faced girl who was supporting him.

After hearing this, the black-faced boy stiffened, and his originally dark face suddenly turned darker.

"Let me meet you, my name is Wang Lu." Wang Lu clasped his hands behind his head and looked at the colorful-faced girl with a smile. "The conditions I set out before are still valid. Becoming my maid is a fate that not many people can ask for. Think about it?"

As the inheritor of his god, this is true, but he has now drifted away from his position as a god.

"My name is Wu Shang, and I can be your servant, but you can't have any thoughts about my sister!" the black-faced boy said.

"Get lost." Wang Lu said calmly.

The reason why a girl with a painted face is accepted as a maid is because she is good-looking, and bringing such a maid out will increase her face.

It’s better to forget about the black-faced boy.

"Brother Wushang, I want to give it a try." The painted-faced girl said weakly.

Hearing this, the black-faced boy Wushang turned his head to look at his sister in disbelief, as if he never expected that she would say such a sentence.

"Chenli, you are still young. People in the world are evil. Don't think it's good just because you see this kid looks like a human. If he had a human face and a beast heart, wouldn't you jump into a pit of fire?" Wu Shang was moved by Qing Xiaozhi. Reason, trying to get his sister to change her mind.

"I still want to try." The painted-faced girl said firmly.

"What a sin, what a sin. There is no way I can survive this day." Seeing Chenli looking like he was blinded by eating lard, Wu Shang couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh.

The more than ten years of companionship was not as good as the ten minutes of Wang Lu's wooing, asking what love was in the world, and making people curse and spit like a waterfall.

"Wise choice." Wang Lu laughed loudly next to him.

"Wang Lu!"

Suddenly, the dark-faced boy in front of him looked over with a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lu blinked at him.

"From today on, I am your servant. If you don't recognize me as a servant, I will die in front of you. When I die, remember to help me set up a monument on my tomb. On it, it will be written: Wang Lu's Servant Wushang's Tomb ." The black-faced boy said with a serious face.

"Definitely." Wang Lu nodded with a serious face.

"Pfft, Xiaoli, you see, this guy doesn't care about your brother or me's life and death. How dare you serve a heartless person like him?" Wu Shang looked sad and angry.

Chenli covered her mouth and snickered, knowing that this was the character of the black-faced boy, so she was not angry.

"From now on, your sister will be my maid, and you can barely be considered one of my own. Don't worry, I'll treat you to food, drink, and fun." Wang Lu waved his proud little hand.

Just when the black-faced boy rolled his eyes and was about to say something, Wang Lu looked at him lightly, as if he already knew what he wanted to say, and said angrily.

"Bring your own money for prostitution!"