Douluo: The Soul Skill I Endowed All Things was exposed by Qian Renxue

Chapter 113 Don't forget the original intention
"You guys can't think like this, just imagine, you got the seventh-level soul tool a month earlier, how much benefit can it bring you in this month?"

"Surely higher than Thirty Bloody Marys."

"And with more advanced equipment, you can also make better money. Pay off your debts as soon as possible. Three bloody marys a day, two for the principal and one for the interest. If you repay in advance, the subsequent interest will not be calculated. "

Hearing what he said, someone moved.

Si Qingfeng explained very clearly, everyone understands this kind of transaction.

Seeing their excitement, Si Qingfeng added, "Of course, everyone, don't even think about it. If you use a seventh-level soul guide, just play with me and disappear. I will record everyone's debts and appearances. Once one day you don't If you come to pay back the money, the interest will be doubled, and for seven days in a row, someone from my side will come to collect the debt."

"As for the strength of the person next to me, I believe you all know it well. If you are brave enough, you can try it without paying back the money, and see if it is your fate or the fist of this Titled Douluo!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to the old poison, and the little Jiujiu in their hearts also hid themselves.

The old poison also deliberately released some energy to deter everyone.

The strong man before looked around and registered first. After getting the soul guide, he quietly exited the encirclement of the crowd.

After coming to the crowd, his soul power was agitated, and he slashed out in front of him.

The huge power caused many people to die instantly.

The brawny man laughed arrogantly, and the sudden change made Si Qingfeng's eyes cold, and his brows wrinkled into the word Chuan.

Everyone was taken aback even more. Seeing this, they hurriedly tried to retreat around.

The strong man glanced around with a sneer, saw Si Qingfeng's expression was unfriendly, and explained, "Now that the casino is closed, there is no place to get quick money, so we can only do this. Although they don't have enough money to buy soul guides, it's not Penniless."

With that said, he walked forward, groped for the corpses, took out storage bags from them, and put them in his pocket.

Among the crowd, some bold people, with flickering eyes, also went up to touch the corpse.

The strong man took a look and did not stop him. He had already collected enough money to pay off the debt.

Holding sixty glasses of Bloody Mary, handed it to Si Qingfeng, put it on the table, turned and left.

The old poison took a deep breath, anger welled up, and he wanted to do something.

Looking at the back of the strong man leaving, Si Qingfeng felt inexplicably sad.

Is this the killing capital? Is this the so-called freedom?

"That's all." Shaking his head, Si Qingfeng turned around, looking extremely lonely, "Senior Dugu, I will leave the rest to you. Their life or death has nothing to do with us."

He figured it out, there are no innocent people here.

If they weren't desperadoes, they wouldn't have come here. What they like, after all, is indulgence, following their own desires without any bottom line.

Not necessarily for everyone, but for the vast majority.

Back at the hotel, Quan Jiafu just went downstairs to buy dinner. Seeing Si Qingfeng's disappointed look, he couldn't help but speak.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Si Qingfeng looked up, "Follow me."

In the room, he was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, "Jiafu, you have been here for a longer time and know more people. Among the people you know, are there any people who are forced to come here like you? "

Quan Jiafu didn't know why he asked these questions, but he still thought about it seriously.

His eyes lit up, "I know, there is one, and it's a woman, a Contra!"

"Well, go find her and see if she is willing to stay by my side, or if there are other people in similar situations, you can win them over on your own if you think about it. If you can help one, it's one."

Si Qingfeng turned around wearily, Quan Jiafu understood, turned and left silently.

After leaving the room, he stood at the door, feeling a little disappointed in his heart. For some reason, the master seemed to be in a daze.

After standing for a long time, he shook his head secretly and left. He didn't know how to comfort the other party. In other words, the master might not take what he said seriously, after all, he was a soft-spoken person.

For a long time, facing such a strong man, he would feel inherently inferior.

Indeed, Si Qingfeng hasn't been like this for a long time. He has always maintained an optimistic attitude and faced life.

As a result, seeing such a scene with his own eyes today made him feel the ugliness of human nature, no different from his previous life.

For their own benefit, most people will not care about other people's lives, desires, ambitions, it's really ridiculous.

He also wants to keep his original intention, but the world is so cold, can he really keep the bottom line deep in his heart?
Are these people really worth saving?

After a while, Zhu Zhuqing and the others heard the old poisoner tell about Si Qingfeng's situation, came to his room, opened the door quietly, and saw the person lying on the bed curled up there, which made them feel heartbroken.

They had never seen Si Qingfeng's weak side, and thought he was always so sunny and happy.

Now this scene really made them sad and felt sorry for him.

The old poison had already told what happened, and all they could think of was that Si Qingfeng believed that those people's deaths might be because of him, and they felt guilty for it.

After all, this is the person who did not hesitate to blow up the ring to save the people of Tiandou.

Standing silently by his side, Zhu Qing and Xiao Wu were lying beside him, Shui Binger and the others gently held his hand, hoping to bring him some relief.

Looking at them, Si Qingfeng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, yes, there are so many beautiful things in this world, why bother to grieve for some people, as long as he can save these people, isn't that enough?

He is not a god, it is impossible to judge the living and the dead, let alone save everyone.

"It's great to have you." Si Qingfeng's gentle voice reached everyone's ears.

Let them tremble slightly, he has not changed, and he will not change.

Today, they understand that Si Qingfeng is not an impenetrable wall, and there will be times when he is weak, and all they can do is to be by his side.

They also want to do something for him, such as solving problems and overcoming difficulties together, but their strength seems not enough.

You can only improve your strength as soon as possible.

He secretly made up his mind that in future battles in the killing fields of hell, he would never use soul tools unless it was absolutely necessary, and only use them as a means to save his life, and more importantly, to train himself.

In the capital of killing, outside a remote thatched hut, Quan Jiafu stood there.

"Sister Xing Yi, can I come in?"

Inside the house, the beautiful woman who was bandaging her wound paused for a moment to distinguish the other party's voice, "Wait a moment."

She speeded up the movements in her hands, hastily bandaged the wound, put on her clothes, and said, "Here we come."

While speaking, the door has been opened.

(End of this chapter)