Depressed Don 3

Compared to Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu's expression was much more normal. She was the first to know the relationship between Bibi Dong and the clan.

As early as at Notting College, she used the methods her mother Arou taught her over the years to try to hold the family's heart.

She defended against day and night at Notting College, but the clan did not take care of any girls who tried to approach except her, but when she left Notting College, not only suddenly there were more girlfriends Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling and Ning Rongrong. It was also ambiguous, and Xiao Wu gradually came to the conclusion that the clan is such a carefree person. His mother Arou reminded him of this many years ago.

"Xiao Wu, when you first met at Notting College, did you recognize me long ago?"

When the clan looked at Xiao Wu, he felt a little bit inexplicable. Originally thought it was someone from our clan who grew up Xiao Wu, but in the end it was Xiao Wu who grew up with someone from our clan.

Xiao Wu was startled slightly, a sly look appeared on her pretty face, pouting, and smiling lightly: "You are so embarrassed to say me. Humph!"

The clan rolled his eyes towards Xiao Wu, did not deny, helped the two daughters to get up, and said: "Let me show you something!"

"Something?" ×2

The eyes of the second girl lit up obviously, because the clan would not give them things for no reason, but everything sent out was a great help to them.

Although they are not greedy for the clan, but now the clan's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and they have broken through the soul sage when they are less than seventeen. As a woman of the same clan, even if she doesn't say anything, she will care more or less in her heart. Bibi Dong, the most talented person, can become a **** at any time, and they don't want to be left behind.

"Xiaozong, Xiaozong...what...what...show me something soon." Xiao Wu gently pulled the clan's arm.

Zhu Zhuqing also showed a look of expectation.

The clan smiled faintly, a golden light flashed, and an iron box about one meter long and a jade bottle were in his hands.

The clan handed the iron box to Zhu Zhuqing and put the jade bottle into Xiao Wu's hand. With a faint smile: "Open it all and have a look."

Zhu Zhuqing opened the tin box, and an overbearing breath rose into the sky.

Xiao Wu took the jade bottle and opened the cork, a strong pill fragrance filled the room.

....

Two months later, the capital of killing.

The killing fields of hell.

With a loud bang, the last fallen person was headshot and killed by Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer.

Tang San couldn't help holding up his hands, unscrupulously releasing the terrifying and **** murderous intent all over his body.

Hell's killing field had a hundred consecutive victories, and the goal set by his father Tang Hao was finally completed.

Holding the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, Tang San always felt an unreal feeling in his heart. Because it all came too easy. In other words, there is no difficulty at all. It's even simpler than winning the Great Fighting Arena game outside.

In the first three months, Tang San only won five games. It was not because he didn't want to take part in more games, but because his opponents in each battle were very strong. In addition, after winning the game, he had to prevent being attacked .

Every time, it is not easy for him to win.

But later, he gradually discovered that the opponents he was playing against were beginning to weaken, and almost none of them could face three moves in a head-to-head confrontation. There were almost not many fallen people who watched the game. Even if there were, they were all weak, and no one dared to attack him. Sometimes in good condition, it is not impossible for Tang San to participate in two or three games a day.

With the remaining ninety-five fields and the killing field, Tang San completed it in just over two months. It broke the record for the fastest one hundred consecutive victories for the ten killers in the millennium.

"Congratulations, young No. 4, 38." A dark and sharp voice suddenly rang in Tang San's ears. The killing aura released from Tang San was instantly suppressed back into his body. He was shocked for a while.

The next moment, a tall, middle-aged man wrapped in a huge blood-red cloak came into view.

It was a man who couldn't see his specific age. His face was pale, his eyes were blood red, and bursts of cold light were blasted out. His body slowly descended to a distance of about four or five meters from the ground before he stopped moving and hovered steadily in mid-air.

At first glance, he couldn't tell the specific age, but his breath was terrifying, even surpassing his father Tang Hao.

Title Douluo, this was the most intuitive thought in Tang San's mind at this moment.

"The King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter, the King of Slaughter..." The few fallen people who remained around the killing fields of **** shouted, letting their throats scream, but they didn't know it for a long time.

Levitating in mid-air, the Slaughter King lowered his head and looked down at Tang San. The low and sharp voice sounded again, "I am very happy. After half a year, I have witnessed the birth of a strong killing field. Congratulations, young four. On the 38th, I decided to grant you the title of Killing God, and from now on you will let you in and out of the City of Killing."

Can you get out of the city of killing without taking the road to hell?

There was a look of doubt on Tang San's face. After a little thought, he wanted to understand that this is the King of Slaughter who didn't want him to take the road to **** and gain the Realm of Killing God.

Tang San sneered: "No, the great King of Slaughter, I don't want to break the rules of the Slaughter City. Since half a year ago, someone had already walked out of the Slaughter City by their own strength~www.mtlnovel.com~ so I too. I want to make a break, even if I die without complaining."

The King of Slaughter condensed his expression and glanced at the poor few fallen men in the audience at the Hell Slaughter Field. Circles of red ripples began to rippling from him, and after a few breaths, the red ripples had already spread to him. Auditorium.

At this time, just like in the original work, Tang San didn't drink Bloody Mary, so naturally he wouldn't be affected in any way.

But the Bloody Mary toxin deposited in the bodies of the fallen finally began to take effect.

They fell into an extremely crazy state of self-mutilation. It was just a cup of tea. The bodies of the fallen were completely unrecognizable. The blood scattered on the ground and gathered into small ditches, flowing down the inconspicuous small pipes on the ground. The killing field is in the middle of the hell. That is where Tang San stood. Sacrifice like sacrifice

The King of Slaughter held back the killing intent in his heart and coldly snorted to Tang San: "Do you really think that the two Killing Gods who walked out of the Slaughter City half a year ago were just out of hell?"

Tang San frowned, "What does this mean?"

The Slaughter King did not answer the question, "Does it feel easy to win a hundred consecutive victories in the Hell Slaughter Field?"

Tang San was stunned. By this time, Tang San still couldn't understand the words of the Slaughter King. He was really a fool, "Please also the Slaughter King to speak clearly." Mi He Mi

The Slaughter King glanced at Tang San, his blood-red eyes were full of disdain, and he said coldly: "The road to **** was ruined by the two killing gods more than half a year ago, and now even I can't get in. The reason why I deliberately let you win a hundred consecutive victories is because there is a murderer standing behind you, otherwise, do you really think you can still live to the present?"