Douluo blood dragon soul shock gun

"Not dead? Very good!"

Just when Yang Pojun was immersed in unspeakable pain, without any warning, a faint voice sounded from the side like a ladle of ice water.

Like a ghost, Bibi Dong came to Yang Pojun silently, with an unperturbed look on her face, and glanced at him condescendingly!

"cough--"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood with a pale face. Looking at Bibi Dong with a cold face, Yang Pojun closed his eyes unwillingly!

Made!

Woman, your heart is as thin as the tip of a needle, isn't it just looking at you and touching you?

want to kill me?

Come on then!

I can’t beat you anyway——

"Hmph! The rumors are nothing more than that!"

Seeing Yang Pojun closing his eyes unwillingly, Bibi Dong's face suddenly darkened, and there was a layer of coldness on her pretty face. She snorted coldly, and then said mockingly!

Bibi Dong's words stunned Yang Pojun!

rumor?

What rumor?

Kill if you want. What's the point of talking about the ozone layer?

There are also rumors...

Rumor has it that you are a briquette?

Do you still want to humiliate me before killing someone?

I don’t think this is necessary?

Aren't you quite ruthless?

Didn’t you give me a chance to defend myself?

Opening his eyes with difficulty, Yang Pojun turned to Bibi Dong speechlessly!

"cough--"

He wanted to reply sarcastically, but he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Bibi Dong looked at Yang Pojun with an arrogant expression, and said nothing for a long time. His eyes were neither angry nor happy, but they gave Yang Pojun a special kind of pressure, which came directly from the depths of his soul.

"A little soul master actually has two thousand-year soul rings and one ten-thousand-year soul ring. I have to say that Yang Wudi has really taught a good grandson. Even I have to admit that you are the most beautiful grandson I have ever seen. There is no one with talent."

The chill on Bibi Dong's face receded and she smiled slightly, "I should have killed you, but you are still alive. Do you know why?"

Even though she knew that Bibi Dong was going to kill her, she had to say that Bibi Dong, who already had a peerless appearance, really had the charm of melting ice and snow when she smiled, captivating a city with a smile, and a country with a smile!

However, Yang Pojun can't stand this kind of charm anymore. He just hopes that Bibi Dong can give him a good time and save himself from suffering!

As for saying spare yourself?

Yang Pojun didn't even dare to think about it!

only……

How did she know that she was Yang Wudi's grandson?

It seems that you have not registered in Wuhun Hall, right?

Is there a mole in the Po clan?

Or did it come from the Zhu family?

Various mysteries caused Yang Pojun to fall into a brief confusion, but this time did not last long.

With a "wow" sound, he spurted out another mouthful of blood. He felt as if the blood in his body was burning. The severe pain made him feel suffocated.

To him, it didn't matter where Bibi Dong knew it. As a dying person, why did he think so much?

While coughing up blood, he looked at Bibi Dong indifferently. Yang Pojun really couldn't say a word now. It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but the blood in his mouth kept coughing out uncontrollably!

Suddenly, Bibi Dong's eyes stood up, her smile disappeared instantly, and an indescribable majesty bloomed from her body. The pressure that hit her face made Yang Pojun feel like he wanted to worship her.

Bibi Dong stared into Yang Pojun's eyes, her cold and oppressive gaze seemed to penetrate into his soul, and slowly said word by word: "I can spare your life! As long as you are willing to surrender to me. , and hand over the method of cultivation!"

"Ok?"

Hearing what Bibi Dong said, the expression on Yang Pojun's painful face suddenly became strange.

Don't kill yourself?

She actually said she wouldn't kill herself?

Yang Pojun seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, a smile uglier than crying appeared on his twisted face.

Under the tremendous pressure, Yang Pojun's brain began to work at high speed.

There is no doubt that Bibi Dong's words are not very credible. With her character, how could she let herself go so easily now that she knew that he had blasphemed her?

But, what exactly does she want to do?

Subdue yourself?

Will she tolerate a man who has seen her body living in this world?

joke……

Cultivation method?

It seems that she has reached the realm of Titled Douluo now, right?

So what if you know how you cultivate?

Is it possible that she can abandon her cultivation and practice again?

Obviously unlikely...

So what would be her purpose?

Staring at the silent Yang Pojun, Bibi Dong did not rush, but just waited quietly. She believed that facing the threat of death, the man in front of her would definitely make a choice that satisfied her.

Looking at the noble-looking Bibi Dong, an idea flashed in his mind, and Yang Pojun instantly figured out what Bibi Dong wanted to do.

That's right, conquering yourself is just an excuse. Finding out how you practice is the key!

What kind of cultivation method is no longer important to her, but what if she can cultivate a group of soul masters like herself?

that……

After figuring everything out, Yang Pojun felt sad for her for no reason when looking at Bibi Dong's confident look!

Hatred has blinded her eyes, and obsession has overwhelmed her reason!

What about the Pope of Wuhundian?

What about the heir to the throne?

Is she happy?

Is she happy?

The overwhelming resentment has plunged her soul into endless darkness!

How pitiful is such a person who lives for revenge!

"Humph--"

Seeing the inexplicable look in Yang Pojun's eyes, Bibi Dong suddenly felt annoyed: "Have you considered it?"

Have you considered it?

Of course I've thought about it——

I can't beat you, but I'm not stupid. Do you think you are really afraid of me if you control my life and death?

What's more, even if I say so, is it possible that you will really let me go?

Poor woman, if I die, my soul can be freed, what about you?

When will your soul be liberated?

At this time, Yang Pojun's strong willpower was demonstrated.

Faced with the huge pain, he did not hesitate for a moment, and with the determination to die, he used up his last bit of strength to grab a small stone, slowly raised his hand, and threw it weakly at Bibi Dong!

Is death coming soon?

At this moment, the despair and unwillingness in Yang Pojun's eyes gradually disappeared, and instead became extremely calm.

Since the outcome is already determined, what can we do no matter how desperate we are?

Looking at Bibi Dong calmly, although his body was soaked with blood, Yang Pojun did not flinch at all, his calm eyes were full of determination.

The stones rolled down at Bibi Dong's feet. Although they did not touch her, it was obvious that Yang Pojun's behavior had successfully aroused her anger.

She didn't like Yang Pojun's look, there was no despair, no fear, not even a trace of unwillingness!

There was a hint of pity in the calm, as if death would free him.

The veins on Bibi Dong's neck popped out because of her anger. At this time, her mood was filled with a stormy wave of anger, and her entire face was filled with a layer of green energy because of anger.

"You think I won't dare to kill you if you don't tell me?"

A ray of light suddenly lit up from her body. It was an extremely evil light that started from her forehead and spread to her whole body in an instant.

Yang Pojun only felt that the air around his body solidified for an instant, and then, a huge suction force suddenly sucked him up.

Bibi Dong held Yang Pojun's neck in his hand, and stared at Yang Pojun with a pair of dark pupils without emotion, "Boy, you will pay the price for what you just did. You have to understand that your life depends on me." You are just a grasshopper that can be crushed at any time. I will give you one last chance. Will you surrender or be destroyed?"

Although his face turned extremely red because Bibi Dong had pinched his neck, Yang Pojun was not afraid at all. He gritted his teeth and looked at Bibi Dong with a stubborn look on his face.

"If... you want to kill... just... hurry up... I... I... frown... even... I'm scared..."

"Okay, okay, no one has dared to talk to me like this for a long time!"

After listening to Yang Pojun's words, Bibi Dong's face suddenly turned an ashen color, and the hand that grabbed Yang Pojun's neck couldn't help but tighten its grip.

Feeling the huge pain in his neck, a smell of death suddenly lingered in Yang Pojun's heart.

Despite this, Yang Pojun still gritted his teeth, his expression calm, and his eyes even more determined.

Everyone is afraid of death, but fear does not mean that we have to retreat. There are some things that cannot be lost even in death, such as one's integrity!

Surrendering to Bibi Dong would certainly allow him to survive, but his shattered spine would never be able to stand up again!

As the Pope of Wuhun Palace, Bibi Dong has a sworn hatred for the Po Zhi clan. If he really lowers his head, even if he survives, he may never be able to face any other clan members in his life!

Therefore, Yang Pojun has only one choice, and that is to face death!