I hate Douluo

Chapter 6 The beauty saves the hero and meets Zhu Zhuqing

"Tick!"

"Tick..."

The sweat on Lan Qingfeng's cheeks fell drop by drop, dripping on the dead leaves on the ground.

The moving sound of "rustling" is getting closer, accompanied by the "scraping" sound of broken dead leaves.

Lan Qingfeng tried his best to control his shaking body, and his eyes kept turning, trying to observe the surrounding situation, but unfortunately he still couldn't see anything.

"What on earth is this that can make this Fire Wolf, which has been around for more than five hundred years, fearful? Could it be that he has encountered the Medusa Snake King?"

"Yes! This voice, this hiddenness, this weirdness, it's definitely a snake. I'm going to be eaten alive..."

"Snakes rely on sensing the surrounding temperature to identify prey. If I stay here motionless, it will definitely give it a chance to attack. I want to leave immediately and cannot just sit and wait for it to be eaten."

Lan Qingfeng slightly raised his injured shoulder, and a burning pain immediately spread throughout his body.

"Fortunately, I can still move my shoulders, hum! Medusa! Goodbye!"

Lan Qingfeng endured the severe pain and activated his soul power, and was about to jump away, when suddenly a voice came.

"Get down! Don't move!"

"Second Soul, Skill Netherworld Hundred Claws"

A plump and slender figure jumped from the top of Lan Qingfeng's head. Looking up from the position of Lan Qingfeng, it was really uneven and turbulent.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Hundreds of Netherworld claw blades slashed behind Lan Qingfeng.

"What is Leng doing here? Why don't you get out of here!"

Only then did Lan Qingfeng realize his gaffe, endured the severe pain, rolled to the side and hid.

"The first soul skill, Netherworld Thrust..."

Zhu Zhuqing's figure flickered like a civet cat, hovering around the fire vines.

Lan Qingfeng looked at the agile figure in front of him, and felt a little nervous. Blood gurgled from his two nostrils, and Lan Qingfeng touched it casually.

"Um! Are you angry? It seems that you have been too angry these past two days. It's time to take some time to calm down, otherwise you'll get blisters on your mouth again."

Lan Qingfeng spoke unhurriedly, as if his soul hadn't returned yet.

"what--"

With a charming cry, Zhu Zhuqing was whipped by the fire vine and flew away. He tumbled to the ground and slid back more than ten meters.

"Sand! Sand! Sand..."

The surrounding fire vines quickly wrapped around Zhu Zhuqing and Lan Qingfeng.

"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"

Zhu Zhuqing jumped up and cut off the vines that took the opportunity to attack. He glanced sideways and saw Lan Qingfeng standing there with blood on his face, still filled with emotion.

"Do you want to die here? If you don't run away quickly, I won't be able to be this vine for long!"

"How long can it last?"

Lan Qingfeng muttered to himself, suddenly perked up, completely forgetting the pain in his body, and summoned his soul power to rush towards Zhu Zhuqing.

"Beautiful lady, don't be afraid I'm coming!"

Lan Qingfeng's face was covered with nosebleeds, his clothes were sloppy, and he was running towards Zhu Zhuqing. There was a spirit warrior there, and he was completely a wretched gangster young man. No matter who saw him, they would not imagine him as a good person.

"you you……"

"Dirty! Despicable!"

"I saved you with good intentions, but you repaid me with kindness! Even if I die, I won't let you succeed!"

"The first soul skill, Nether Spike"

Zhu Zhuqing's tone was so decisive, almost all his soul power was concentrated on this blow, and he felt like he was vowing to die with Lan Qingfeng.

"Why does this young lady think that I rushed over? She must have been attracted by my charm. It seems that there is going to be a show today, where the legendary hero saves the beauty..."

"Little sister, don't be afraid! I'll stop these fire vines. You can run away as soon as you can. If I can still live, I believe we will meet again."

Zhu Zhuqing completely ignored what Lan Qingfeng said, put aside all distracting thoughts, and even ignored the fire vines that were about to catch up with him behind him, and wanted to kill Lan Qingfeng, the lewd thief.

"Thieves, please die!"

Lan Qingfeng looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was about to be entangled by vines, and shouted in a hurry: "Be careful! Avoid the fire vines behind you!".

While shouting, he wanted to open his arms and push Zhu Zhuqing away, but this posture made Zhu Zhuqing misunderstood.

"Thieves! Go to hell!"

"Ah-"

Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld thorn stabbed into Lan Qingfeng's chest, and the bright red blood instantly dyed his clothes red. Lan Qingfeng's eyes were dizzy, but he still held Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, turned around and blocked the vines behind his back, his eyes darkened. After catching Zhu Zhuqing's arrow, he tried his best to whisper.

"Little sister, I don't have a soul ring, so I can only help you get here. Don't worry about me and you'd better run away!"

When the words faded, the two of them hugged each other and fell to the ground. Lan Qingfeng's back was only entangled with the vines of the fire vine, making a "crackling" burning sound.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes widened and trembling.

"what--"

A sad roar.

Zhu Zhuqing pulled out his left hand that was inserted into Lan Qingfeng's right chest, and the soul power in his body surged instantly.

"Netherworld Hundred Claws!"

"Netherworld thrust!"

……

Zhu Zhuqing's figure kept flashing around the fire vines, and he used his soul skills countless times until he was so tired that he had no soul power left.

And this terrifying fire vine had already been cut down by Zhu Zhuqing's attack, leaving only a short flame.

Zhu Zhuqing collapsed on the ground, looking at the chopped fire vines, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother, how are you?"

Zhu Zhuqing dragged her body with all her strength and crawled towards Lan Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground. He saw blood flowing from the wound on his chest.

In desperation, Zhu Zhuqing tore off a corner of his clothes and bandaged Lan Qingfeng's wound. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and was on the shoulder, otherwise Lan Qingfeng would have died at an unknown age.

At this moment, Lan Qingfeng did not faint, but he lost too much blood, was weak, his eyes were black, and he opened his mouth and spoke weakly.

"I'm fine. I won't die for the time being. I wonder why the young lady rushed towards me and dealt such a heavy hand?"

Only then did Zhu Zhuqing realize that he had misunderstood just now, and his thoughts were a bit confusing. His face turned red and he lowered his head.

"It's so white! My little sister's skin is so good."

Only then did Zhu Zhuqing remember that he had just bandaged Lan Qingfeng and pulled off a corner of his waist, revealing Yang Liu's slim waist. His face, which was originally blushing, became even redder.

"What...are you looking at! If you don't turn your head away, you men don't have a good thing!"

Lan Qingfeng was stunned and felt very embarrassed. In his impression, short shorts, black stockings, navel-baring tops, and transparent tops were all trendy fashions for contemporary women.

"Eh..."

"I'm so dizzy now, my eyes are black and I can't see anything."

(End of this chapter)