Douluo's vitality control

Chapter 228 The King of Slaughter

"Little San, why don't you go out and get some fruit?" Tang Qiye lay on the sofa, resting his head on Shui Bing'er's jade legs.

Shui Bing'er gently smoothed out her silver hair for him. Only when he was beside her would the cold temperament on her body melt and turn into a pool of spring water, containing endless tenderness.

boom!
Tang San heavily placed the cup in his hand on the tea table, the tea in the cup was empty.

"Go by yourself." Tang San's mouth twitched, this Tang Qiye was getting lazy.

Tang Qiye curled his lips, then changed into a comfortable position, still lying in Shui Binger's arms.

"I still have [-] bottles of 'Lieyang', 'Journey' and 'Dream Awakening'. We each have [-] wins, but I estimate that it will take half a year to get [-] wins, so this is not enough." Tang Qiye raised Erlang's legs leisurely, but turned his eyes to Tang San.

Shui Bing'er blinked, and glanced at Tang Qiye, a little dumbfounded, did she even use threats?

"I want Lulu and Lieyang to give me four bottles each, and Mengxing two bottles, give me first." Tang San stretched out his hand.

Tang Qiye smiled and waved his hand, ten bottles of wine had already appeared on the tea table, and Tang San collected them into 24 Bridges of Bright Moonlit Nights.

"I may not be back until two hours." Tang San poured a cup of tea again, in this city of killing, who can drink tea is already regarded as the overlord, no one dares to provoke him.

After all, farming here cannot be carried out, and all materials are supplied by the outside world, and if you want to take a large portion of the few materials, you can only rely on your strength.

And the strength of the killing god trio is obviously the top existence in the killing capital.

Even if Tang San went out alone, no one could hurt him, let alone keep him.

After all, Tang Qiye's small five-element bomb has been upgraded to the soul king level, and it is possible to kill Douluo who cannot use soul skills.

And in the killing capital, among the soul masters who make a living by killing, Contra is already the top. Douluo has basically become the guest of the king of killing.

Tang Qiye looked at Tang San's back at the entrance of the street, and hugged Shui Binger's small waist helplessly, "Too smart, it's really annoying."

"I'm going to take a bath." Shui Bing'er blushed, but this was not the first time, and Tang San only teased them slightly, not to mention, she was nearly twenty years old, and Tang Qiye was almost 19 years old. I used to be afraid of being ridiculed, but now I am not afraid anymore, I have reached the age of marriage.

"Together." Tang Qiye smiled wickedly, and directly hugged Shui Binger by the waist like a princess.

Bathing is also the right of the strong.

They are not afraid of being voyeurized, after all, voyeurism also requires sufficient strength.

Tang Qiye had stipulated after that killing that this small western-style building was their private property, and those who were within ten meters away would be killed!

Not to mention, although the people in this killing city are all desperadoes, if they can live well, who wants to die?

Therefore, no one really dared to take the risk of being killed to provoke the trio.

Because this is the capital of killing, the air contains toxins, so after confirming this small western-style building, Tang Qiye set up an enchantment with limited defense and good vigilance, mainly to isolate the poisonous gas from the outside world. Inside, with Tang San around, why can't he get rid of that toxin?
Therefore, although the three of them have been in the killing capital for a year and a half and killed thousands of people, their minds are still clear, at least they will not be dazzled by the killing.

"I love you, Qiye." Shui Binger murmured softly, looking at Tang Qiye affectionately.

"I love you too. This is what I should do." Tang Qiye smiled slightly and kissed Shui Binger's forehead lightly.

In order to make Shui Bing'er as relaxed as possible, Tang Qiye has put in all his effort, even doing this kind of thing is calculated.

Sometimes, you can play tricks and tell some jokes to relieve your emotions, and sometimes, you need to vent.

For example, now, Tang Qiye's big hand started to wander again, "There is still time, can we do it again?"

Shui Binger's eyes are as charming as silk, and she is full of charm in an instant, her beautiful eyes are slowly closed, and her chin is slightly raised.

Talking about things in the boudoir is unintentional.

When Tang San returned, it was already three hours later, Tang Qiye was still sitting in the living room, while Shui Binger fell asleep.

In the killing capital, sleeping is really a luxury.

However, Shui Bing'er can sleep without any scruples, because beside him, there is a man who can make her sleep peacefully.

"So fast?" The first sentence Tang San entered the door caught Tang Qiye by surprise, so fast?Lao Tzu takes more than half an hour at a time, you say fast?Do you know that one hour is equal to two hours?do you know?
Tang Qiye was silent, just gave him a look, let him experience it by himself.

Tang San didn't say much, and waved his hand to take out a bunch of fruits, all kinds, not many, but complete in category.

"I've checked everything, there's no problem, you can eat it after washing." Tang San casually took an apple-shaped fruit, then went to wash it, took a bite, and it was crunchy.

"You can make a fruit salad." Tang Qiye nodded in satisfaction, picked some fruits, washed them and went back to the room, leaving Tang San in the living room by himself.

After eating the fruit in his hand, Tang Qiye lay on the sofa and was lost in thought, "Xiao Wu, wait for me, we will be together soon."

In the twinkling of an eye, half a year has passed, and Tang Qiye is standing in the killing field. Beside him are nine severed heads. In two years, even if he tried his best to suppress his murderous aura and let his Murderous aura could not affect the state of mind, however, until today's Bai Sheng, he finally made it to the end.

Raising his right hand high, Tang Qiye couldn't help but reveal an evil smile from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately, the milky white fluorescent light wrapped it, and a cool breath surged up all over his body. This was the method he used to suppress bloodthirsty emotions for two years, but up to today, this cool breath has no effect. Fortunately, The killing is coming to an end.

Yum, the god-killing trio, he was the last one to get the yum, Shui Bing'er and Tang San got the yum five days ago and eight days ago respectively.

After spending a lot of effort, Tang Qiye finally suppressed the bloodthirsty emotion in his heart, but the bloodshot streaks in his eyes could not disappear no matter what.

For a long time, he was worried about Shui Bing'er, because after ninety victories, they would not only be threatened by the enemy, but also the madly increasing murderous intent!
With the dual effects of Xuantian Kung Fu and Skull, Tang San prepared for the last match for a long time, he was very worried about whether Shui Bing'er could get over the emotional difficulties.

However, Shui Bing'er seemed to have a powerful mental wave that was helping her suppress her bloodthirsty emotions.

Even at the moment when Shui Bing'er was victorious, Tang Qiye saw through the Purple Demon Eye that a rune flickered between Shui Bing'er's eyebrows, and faint mental fluctuations emerged, helping her suppress the bloodthirsty emotion that was growing in her heart.

Didn't ask too much, since they have already won the victory, then, what they will face next will be the road to hell!

They didn't immediately choose to go to Hell Road. It will take Tang Qiye a while to adapt to the state of mind at this time. Hell Road has to be taken seriously.

In the original book, Hu Liena's request to form a team did not appear. She seemed to have guessed the identities of Tang Qiye and the others. Where did she guess it from? Perhaps it was from Shui Binger. Qiye found Hu Liena's figure appearing in a corner, but she didn't participate from the beginning to the end.Tang Qiye naturally didn't bother to trouble her.

Three days later, in the center of the killing field, Tang Qiye and the others looked solemnly at the scarlet figure in midair.

It was a tall man, wrapped in a huge scarlet cloak.

With a pale complexion and a pair of completely blood-red eyes, his body slowly descended from the air, as if he didn't need to be restricted by gravity at all.

"Title Douluo!" The three of them had such a title crossed their minds.Only the titled Douluo can fly without relying on soul skills.

Suspended in mid-air five meters above the ground, the Slaughter King stopped his descent. Looking down at the three of them from the air, the deep but sharp voice sounded, "You guys, are you sure you want to go to hell? There are no more than eight people who have left the road to hell.

I don't want the few Slaughterfield champions born in a century to perish on the road to hell.

If you are willing to give up Hell Road, then I am willing to make an exception and grant you the title of Killing God.From now on, you can all go in and out of the Killing City on your own and will be hired as guest ministers of the Killing City under your ego. "

The King of Slaughter seems to have a unique charm, which makes all the fallen people in the field fanatical, but this kind of breath has little effect on Tang Qiye and the others.

"You don't need to take the road to hell?" Tang San showed doubts, and then looked at Tang Qiye.

Tang Qiye shook his head lightly, he hasn't told Tang San the real benefits of Hell Road.

"Dear King of Slaughter, thank you for your kindness, but we cannot break the rules of the Slaughter City because of us. I am willing to pass the test of Hell Road and get your reward. We hope to rely on our own strength to get out of here , to become a real God of Killing."

Tang Qiye bowed slightly and bowed to the King of Slaughter, which is not considered a loss of seniority, after all, the person in front of him is Tang Hao's grandfather.

The Slaughter King's eyes were fixed, "I'm afraid you don't know the horror of Hell Road, God of Death, I hope you understand that a person has only one life."

The God of Death is the name Tang Qiye created in the Capital of Slaughter, and the King of Slaughter obviously tried to dissuade Tang Qiye.

However, his persuasion will be futile after all.

Tang Qiye chuckled, "Respected King of Slaughter, isn't it ridiculous that you talk to me about the importance of life in the capital of Slaughter?"

A stronger red light flickered from the Slaughter King's eyes, and his eyes turned to Tang San and Shui Binger, "What about you? Are you willing to accept my reward and become the honored guest of the Slaughter City? His decision , is it also your decision?"

(End of this chapter)