[Douluo+Jian San] I became a fucking pig's foot

"My home is where my heart is at ease? When I say these words in the city of killing, could it be that I haven't woken up from a dream?"

Bibi Dong's attitude softened slightly, but her body was still full of sharp thorns.

"You can think whatever you want." Mi Tang spread her hands helplessly, "I'll make peace with myself now that I've come, and I have no other way to leave the killing city. I can only take one step at a time. Apart from facing the life I have now, what else can I do to escape? ?It’s a day to be happy, and it’s a day to be unhappy.”

Even if she was staying in a place like the Killing City, Mi Tang tried her best to make her life as comfortable as possible.

Isn't there an old saying that goes well?

Life is like that, if you can't resist, just enjoy it.

Of course, Mi Tang didn't say this out loud because she was afraid of irritating Bibi Dong, who was already sensitive.

Years later, she realized what a smart choice she made not to say anything at that time, otherwise she would have been left in the cold.

"Before you leave, take the medicine with you. Don't worry that I want to harm you. If I really want to harm you, I don't need to help you kill the little tail that sneaks up on you, let alone take the trouble to help you treat the wound. I don't care if you Why did you come to the killing city? Are you active or forced? You worked so hard to participate in the killing fields of hell, probably not to die in the hands of those degenerates. In this case, then you should take good care of your body. Without a healthy body, I I don’t think you can go far or survive in the Killing City—"

Mi Tang looked at Bibi Dong with her clean and clear blue eyes, which made the latter feel irritated and disgusted for no reason.

"You're not very old, but you like to teach people."

once Upon a time--

Like the girl in front of her, she has clean eyes, innocence, and is willing to believe in the truth, goodness, and beauty of the world.

It's just a pity that this world is dirty and dirty.

She was curious how long this innocence and purity could stay with Mi Tang.

In this place of killing, no one can be spotless.

Mi Tang said, "Doctors are always a bit soft-hearted towards special people."

Bibi Dong was different from the people in the entire Killing City, that's why Mi Tang was willing to contact her and talk to her so much.

If it were another fallen person lying in front of his door, Mi Tang would be fine if he didn't save anyone, not even a sword damage, but a kill.

Before Bibi Dong left, she still took away the medicine Mi Tang had prepared for her.

Time flew by and another seven days passed. After the battle, Mi Tang went to prepare for a hellish killing field.

She felt that the Killing Fields of Hell was indeed a good place to hone one's skills.

In the battle dungeon, Mi Tang will only be seriously injured but not die. Even if she makes one or two mistakes and is seriously injured by the boss, she will not care because she knows that she still has a chance to come back.But it's different in the Hell Killing Fields. If you lose, you die! ! !

How could Mi Tang dare to relax when his life was threatened?

She tensed up her nerves every day, and was extremely alert to her surroundings, alerting herself to any sign of trouble.

Combat skills also improve rapidly in the hell killing field.

When she came out of the killing field of hell, she was covered in the blood of her enemies, and her expression was a little more indifferent, similar to Bibi Dong.

Mi Tang was too lazy to count the lives he had on his hands by simply killing the fallen ones who tried to sneak attack him.

Still about ten meters away from the stone house, Mi Tang suddenly paused.

"come out!"

After the words fell, Bibi Dong, dressed in a black robe, walked out of the corner, her eyes filled with blood-red murderous intent that was about to get out of control.

Mi Tang looked at Bibi Dong like this and subconsciously squeezed Han Sheng Jiying in her hand.

"Are you looking for me?"

Bibi Dong had a cold and pretty face, trying hard to suppress the surging murderous aura.

"Yes, looking for you."

Neither of them took a step forward.

The Killing City is a strange place. Just staying here can arouse people's anger to the maximum extent. Mi Tang can use the milk show skill to dispel the negative buffs that are detrimental to him, and fight on time every day to relieve stress, but Bibi Dong cannot.When Mi Tang discovered that Bibi Dong's "Killing Intent" debuff had reached 178 levels, she felt a little embarrassed, because the higher the "Killing Intent", the easier it was to lose control——

She didn't dare to bet on Bibi Dong's purpose of coming, whether it was to show her kindness or to kill her.

"What do you want from me?"

"The medicine from seven days ago has been used up."

Mi Tang: "..."

"Didn't you say that by taking good care of your body, you can go further and live longer in the killing city?"

Bibi Dong raised her lips, and that smile should have been beautiful, but paired with the solemn indifference all over her body, it actually sounded a bit mocking.

"I'll get you some medicine."

Bibi Dong sat farthest away from Mi Tang, looking at the other person's busy back, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she was considering something.

"Are you a physician?"

Bibi Dong took the initiative to chat, and Mi Tang answered while vigilant and preparing medicine.

"Well, the only doctor in the village."

Bibi Dong said, "The medicine you prepared is very effective."

She decided to come to the Killing City just after giving birth.

The environment in the Killing City was countless times worse than she imagined, and her body, which was already weak due to childbirth, could not get good care here.

However, Bibi Dong knew that no matter how uncomfortable it was, she had to endure it.

To have one's weaknesses exposed in the city of killing is tantamount to putting one's life in the hands of death.

Struggling in the killing fields of hell every day, with old injuries and new injuries, if she hadn't been in good health, she probably wouldn't have been able to persevere.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Mi Tang put the prepared medicine on the table and asked Bibi Dong to get it.

People in the Killing City are very vigilant, and if they approach at will, they don't know how they will die.

After that, Bibi Dong would come to collect medicine every seven days.

The medicines Mi Tang gave her were all aimed at strengthening the body and strengthening the body, carefully concentrating the mind, and occasionally came with one or two packs of hemostatic powder made from scraps.

As Bibi Dong's number of wins reached 66, she became more and more aware of the benefits of Mitang and other medicines.

On the other hand, Mitang——

This guy only plays one game every seven days, and now he's slowly climbing to a 35-game winning streak.

In the entire Hell Killing Fields, Bibi Dong had the highest winning streak, followed by Mi Tang, which was quite surprising.

After all, the woman in black gauze who led her into the killing city thought that Mi Tang would not survive a day.

Not only did she survive a day, she also won 35 consecutive games, and not only a thousand but also eight hundred fallen men died in her hands.

The killing aura of each fallen person is very strong, and the desire for blood is also increasing day by day. Killing an individual is like squeezing an ant to death.

Everyone is murderous, even Bibi Dong is no exception.

Only Mi Tang lived a step-by-step life, and occasionally the murderous intention surged and was quickly suppressed.

After squatting in this turbid place like the Killing City for more than half a year, her temperament was not much different from when she first entered.

"You haven't participated in the Hell Killing Fields lately."

Mi Tang found out that Bibi Dong's victory game had not been touched for half a month, which was very unusual.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes, and a flash of scarlet flashed through her eyes, which quickly disappeared again.

"The more victories I have, the stronger the murderous aura in my body becomes. I need time to calm down."

It's not like Mi Tang, who attends one event every seven days without hesitation, as if his body is on a timer.