Douluo: Don’t be a licker

Seeing Song Wuxin looking at her, she felt a little guilty for some reason and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Wuxin frowned slightly, "It's nothing, I just feel that after last night, you seem to have become weird, and it's not quite the same as I remembered."

"Do you like this change?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt a cold gaze looking over her.

That look with a trace of murderous intent, not only did not make her feel scared, but a twitching distress arose in her heart.

After all, I couldn't get back the original, that trace of her unique, special expression in that gaze.

Suddenly, Song Wuxin's expression changed.

She saw it and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

"The people from Wuhun Palace are chasing us! Among them is a Titled Douluo!"

In Song Wuxin's consciousness, five hundred meters away, those people were approaching here.

He knelt down, pulled Bibi Dong up arrogantly, put her on his shoulders, chose a direction, and left here.

"Song Wuxin, let me down!

Put me down, do you hear me?

I want to carry it, don't carry it!

Can't you be nicer to me? "

Snapped!

I slapped my butt with a slap, "I've already thought of a way to save you. The most urgent thing now is to get rid of the pursuers and find a place to stay. You'd better be quiet!"

"Does getting rid of the pursuers have anything to do with you not carrying me?"

Song Wuxin ignored her, but told the Sky Demon Wolf in the air: "Hui Tailang, go ahead and find the way!"

Sky Demon Wolf froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, as if asking: "Master, are you calling me?"

"Stop looking, I'm talking about you."

Demon Wolf moved his lips twice, as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he said nothing, turned around and flew away to explore the way ahead.

"Grey Wolf? What breed is that?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

"An ancient herbivorous beast!"

"Oh, Song Wuxin, let me down, I want to carry it!"

Snapped!

Her response was a slap.

Not long after Song Wuxin carried Bibi Dong away, ten strong men from Wuhun Palace rushed to the place where they had just rested.

Among them, the person who is the leader is slightly fat, but the fat head and big ears are second, the most refreshing, the reason why he can be remembered at a glance is the clothes.

The buttons on his clothes are wrong!

For some reason, no one ever reminded him that he had the wrong buttons, plus he was fat.

The whole person's attire seems a bit nondescript.

He is the leader of this trip, Zhu Dachang, a level 90 Title Douluo.

Just got promoted recently.

"Elder, looking at the situation, they should have just left not long ago."

Snapped!

The fat man directly slapped the man backhanded, hitting the man like a gourd.

"I can see it, it's up to you to say it!"

After shaking the pipe in his hand twice, he walked to the place where Bibi Dong had been lying, and touched the bent blue silver grass on the ground with his body.

A trace of soul power gushed out along the arm.

He closed his eyes, perceiving something carefully.

A series of animated images of Song Wuxin and Bibi Dong just now appeared in his mind.

Although there was no sound, it was clear that it was the two of them.

And look at the demeanor and movements of the saint...

I'm afraid he has already betrayed the Spirit Hall!

This is amazing!

Because before he set off, Qian Daoliu had repeatedly warned him that even if he couldn't kill the blood demon, he must still save the saint.

Apparently in Qian Daoliu's opinion, he alone could kill the Blood Demon?

The image also revealed the direction in which Song Wuxin and Bibidong left.

"Elder, should we notify Your Majesty to ask for reinforcements?"

A subordinate asked tentatively.

Snapped!

The backhand is another slap.

"When I'm thinking about a problem, I don't like others to interrupt, you know?"

"I know, I know……"

Zhu Dachang thought seriously, "Looking at the appearance of the blood demon, he should be seriously injured, and he can't recover for the time being. The saint is also a waste, and she doesn't even have the strength to walk. If that's the case..."

A trace of greed flashed in the corner of his eyes.

In the face of temptation, many people tend to ignore the accompanying dangers.

Zhu Dachang waved his hands to make those people retreat, and then lay down on the place where Bibi Dong had just been lying down with a face of enjoyment.

With his back against the big tree, he put tobacco in the pipe, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke.

The smoke actually turned into Bibi Dong's appearance!

He looked at the smoke... his eyes blurred.

"you are mine!"

"After waiting for so many years, I finally found my chance."

"Don't worry, it won't be long before you will be mine...Little baby, bah, wait for me!"

Stretching out his hand to grab it, the smoke suddenly dissipated, his face full of pity.

But thinking about it, I can immediately...

Ever since, the whole person seemed to be several decades younger, and his face was full of red.

"Gather and chase!"

Fatty gave an order, ten people continued to chase.

Out of selfish motives, Fatty did not tell his men what he saw.

No one was sent back to report and ask for support.

"Chase!"

Several people chased Song Wuxin in the direction he left.

Not long after a few people left...

In the void, a blood-red eye suddenly appeared, silently looking at the backs of the departing people.

A bloody murderous intent flashed in his pupils.

Blinking his eyes, he disappeared into the void, as if he had never appeared before.

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In the evening, Song Wuxin brought Bibi Dong to Wowo Village.

that log cabin.

"Dong'er, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Song Wuxin stepped into the yard, Kalis saw Bibi Dong who was carried on his back and looked like a plum blossom that was about to wither at the moment, she threw away the vegetable bowl in her hand with a slap, and trotted over.

"Come, come, put her on the bed quickly, slowly and gently."

Carlisle led him into the room, and slowly put Bibi Dong on the bed.

When he was walking behind, he finally put her on his back instead of carrying her.

The body is too weak, muttered for a while, and then fell asleep, until now.

"What's going on here, what's going on with Dong'er?"

Covering Bibidong with a quilt, Kalisi pulled Song Wuxin outside and asked anxiously.

Ah San also arrived, and when he saw Bibi Dong, who was now dying, his expression became a little ferocious. "Xiao Song, tell the truth, what's going on with Dong'er? Why is it like this?"

"Aunt Li, Third Uncle, don't be impatient. Sit down and let me explain to you slowly. This is what happened..."

Next, Song Wuxin told what Yu Xiaogang and Qian Xunji had done to Bibi Dong one by one.

boom!

After hearing what he said, Ah San slammed her fist on the wall of the wooden house, traces of blood flowed from her fist, but she didn't say anything.

"What...what should I do?"

Karis was pacing back and forth. If it were anyone else, there might be a solution, but if it were the Spirit Hall...

"Aunt Li, Third Uncle, you've been running around all day, I'm going to go down and rest first."

"Okay, go ahead, your room has been reserved for you."

Song Wuxin turned around and left. At the corner, he paused, glanced back at the two of them, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then left.