Douluo: Don’t be a licker

After picking all the herbs, it was already late at night.

The forest at night is too quiet, the original wind and cicada sounds seem to have disappeared.

Only in the empty, blood-smelling air, there were a few birds whimpering from time to time.

It seems to be the last struggle of life, and it seems to be a cry for help before death.

Dark clouds covered the moon, making its final preparations.

The entire land was shrouded in darkness.

The original fangs and claws of the woods were also soaked in the dead light, looking so weak.

"Young master, how does he deal with it?"

Next to the bonfire, Lan Ling used a small wooden stick to slowly dig out the beggar's chicken from the fire and asked smoothly.

She was talking about how to deal with Dugu Bo.

Not far from the bonfire, Dugu Bo was tied to a tree.

His soul power has been sealed.

Song Wuxin took the chicken leg from Lan Ling, "What do you think?"

Lan Ling glanced at Dugu Bo and thought of the snake.

So, he was silent for a while, and tentatively said: "It's just a Title Douluo, why don't you... just kill him?"

Dugu Bo suddenly opened his eyes: "Little girl, God has the virtue of good life!"

Lan Ling ignored him.

Dugu Bo was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

What is a mere titled Douluo?

Is Titled Douluo a cabbage?

It's so worthless when it comes to your mouth.

Bibi Dong glanced at Lan Ling's indifferent face, and knew this woman a little more clearly in her heart.

With such a murderous intention, he is worthy of the sword spirit of that bloody sword.

But this character...

It's very similar to unintentional.

It's similar, not matching!

After a simple dinner, several people came to sit by the river.

He took off his shoes and soaked his feet in the water.

The water flows slowly by, soothing your nerves.

Think about nothing, and leave all your troubles behind for the time being.

Into the rare tranquility of the night.

It is a supreme enjoyment.

Bibi Dong also calmed down at this time, soaking her feet in the water, looking at the lovesickness in her palms, and showing a sweet smile.

As for Hongying, she was swimming happily in the water.

Mischievously sprinkled some water on Song Wuxin.

"Brother, come down and play together, the water is very cool."

"You can play by yourself, but be careful of the spirit beasts in the water."

His words were simply, subconsciously exhorting.

In fact, although it is true that there are soul beasts in this river, their levels are not very high.

It can't hurt Hongying at all.

the other side.

After a lot of effort, Dugu Bo finally broke free from the rope.

Randomly chose a direction and began to flee.

Although the person is getting old, the speed is really not bad.

Run fast!

However, after a while, he ran back three hundred meters away at the same speed.

Behind him, a tiger quickly chased after him.

There is a big king character on the tiger's head.

call!

The moment Dugu Bo entered the camp, he fell to the ground.

Looking back, the tiger hesitated for a while in front of the camp, and finally turned and left unwillingly.

Dugu Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, some want to cry but have no tears.

He can't use any soul power now, and he can't get out of the Sun Moon Forest at all.

I don’t know what ghostly means the white-haired boy used to seal his soul power.

The soul power was sealed. This was the first time he had seen this situation on the mainland in his old age.

Such a method is so strange and unpredictable!

It makes people feel uneasy.

After a while, several people came back from the river.

Seeing Dugu Bo sitting on the ground slumped, Hong Ying said in surprise: "Hey, old poison, you didn't run away?"

After saying that, he gave him a thumbs up: "You are very enlightened, I am optimistic about you!"

Dugu Bo: "..."

Suddenly, ten thousand horses galloped past in my heart.

Song Wuxin was about to get into the tent to sleep, but suddenly turned around and walked towards Dugu Bo.

"Ten breaths, give me a reason not to kill you."

Ten breaths?

His look...

Although it was plain to the extreme, Dugu Bo felt the killing intent.

With only ten breaths, his brain was running fast.

Looking for that glimmer of hope.

In his hand, a bloody flying knife appeared.

A fine line of sweat was already protruding from Dugu Bo's forehead.

At the last moment, when the ten-breath time was about to come, he decisively knelt down on one knee and bowed respectfully.

The meaning is already obvious.

Song Wuxin looked at him seriously, and said: "Ling'er is right, your cultivation base is too weak, known as the weakest Titled Douluo, what use do I need you for?"

Dugu Bo's eyes widened suddenly, "The weakest Titled Douluo? Who said that?"

Of course he didn't agree with this.

No?

In the original work, this guy can't be beaten by anyone he meets.

It's almost becoming the threshold of Title Douluo.

In fact, this is not the case. Dugu Bo is still very strong, but he is not very lucky.

He couldn't beat all the titled Douluo he met.

That's why he was dubbed "The Weakest Titled Douluo" by fans.

The bloody flying knife has been shot!

"I can help you get rid of snakes!"

The bloody flying knife was above the Tianling acupoint, and at the last moment, it finally stopped.

Between his eyebrows, a trace of blood flowed down his cheek.

The temperature of the blood is still warm.

But the Blood Fiend Flying Knife finally stopped.

He managed to save his life.

From death, in the real sense... just a little bit! ! !

Dugu Bo's face was full of sweat.

Seeing the bloody white-haired figure go away and get into the tent, he slowly came back to his senses.

Suddenly, a chill spread all over his body.

My back is already soaked.

Lie weakly on the ground, panting heavily.

In the night sky, his granddaughter's face appeared vaguely in his eyes.

After the disaster, seeing this face, the pressure finally eased a lot.

With a beard all over his face, he smiled kindly towards the night sky.

So from today on, Dugubo started working as a night watchman.

Where the camp is located, within ten miles, no snake dares to approach.

The wind at night, with a little bit of dew, blows coolly on the face.

There's a little stray cat getting close.

In a corner of the tree in the darkness, Dugu Bo reached out and picked off a leaf, shot it out and inserted it at the feet of the night owl.

Cut off a piece of hair.

The night cat turned and ran away in fright.

Bypassed the direction of the camp.

Dugu Bo recalled in his mind the moment the white-haired boy shot the throwing knife, the extremely calm eyes, and subconsciously swallowed.

This is a real cruel man!

Cruel and ruthless, killing without blinking an eye!

Cold-blooded and ruthless!

Kill as you like!

"If I guessed correctly...he must be the same person back then!"

In the memory, the sky was filled with blood, and a bloody sword intent streaked across the sky.

The crack in the sky could not be healed for a long time.

In that battle, almost all the strong men of Wuhun Palace were killed.

Even the two popes suffered one death and one injury.

Let countless people in the world change their colors.

That battle soon became a taboo mentioned by everyone in the world.

As if he didn't want to admit that such a record was the work of one person.