Douluo Dalu: If Xiao Wu doesn’t sacrifice

Ghost Leopard Douluo was knocked upside down and flew out. Demon Bear Douluo basically had his muscles and bones broken, but Xiao Wu thoughtfully gave him a breath. It's really a torture.

Xiao Wu's soul power has been exhausted. But it doesn't matter, as long as I hold on, the people in Wuhun Palace won't have any suspicion. As long as Xiao Wu is willing to hold on, even a priest won't be able to see any clues here. Besides, you don’t have to use soul power to hit someone, right? Although it may make me feel a little uncomfortable to return to my old career, this is the only way now.

Xiao Wu attacked the spirit masters below level 50. The soft skills started and he broke the necks of a bunch of soul masters in just a moment.

By this time, Sword Douluo had already used the seventh word of killing, directly injuring the poor Snake Spear Douluo and Array Douluo seriously. Sword Douluo no longer looked at the two of them, and lowered himself to the soldiers. Rolling rain of swords.

And the Ghost Leopard Douluo was no longer restrained by the Bone Douluo, and his soul power was directly devoured. The Bone Douluo no longer cared about him, and directly raised his hand and waved the bone prison all over the world. The bones were thick, and the black dragon rushed straight into the sky and rushed down, sweeping across all directions. There was a dark black smoke and bloodthirsty atmosphere. Screams came and went. Another wave of Zhuge Divine Crossbows came down from the top of the city.

Tragedy fills the land. Seeing such a scene, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but frown, with a very sad look in her eyes. The blood was spilled, staining the ten miles in front of the Qibao Glazed Sect with bloody aura rising. Cold to the extreme.

Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong retreated to the city wall.

"Sun and Moon Brilliant Golden Turn!"

A voice sounded, and the golden holy dragon arrived and rushed to the ground.

The golden light condensed in the mouth of the golden holy dragon, and directly sprayed out a beam of cracking light. The soul master who ignored it became wailing under the hot attention of the plasma, and his vitality quickly disappeared, and he lost his life.

This is the combination of cold and fiery attacks, the melting of ice and fire. The Seven Killing Sword and the Bone Dragon were cold and life-threatening, while the scorching light beam of the Golden Holy Dragon was the last warmth before their lives disappeared.

At the same time, the leader of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect has also arrived. Electric sparks have swept across large areas. The high temperature is destroying the peaceful air around them, and is also eliminating and destroying all the bloody smells. Evaporate into the sky.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect have arrived.

"Withdraw, withdraw!"

The voice of Thornfish Douluo sounded.

When Ning Rongrong heard this voice, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Tower instantly disappeared in her hands. She could no longer hold on, her body went limp and she fell into Oscar's arms.

"Rongrong! Rongrong..."

Xiao Wu also swayed almost at the same time, but did not fall down. She looked at Oscar and said, "After we separated that day, you must have spent some time with Rongrong. Take us to her room. But now, Lan The people from the Lightning Overlord Sect are here, and they must be dealt with. You tell Senior Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to let them take the people from the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect to guard and be on guard against any more soldiers from the Spirit Empire counterattacking. Remember. , with high-level soul masters as the priority, try not to damage any soldiers."

"Okay. Then, Rongrong, she..."

"Xiao Ao, if you don't mind, you can give me a hug."

"Uh, good."

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo began to deal with the scene, and Oscar led Ning Rongrong and Tang San Xiaowu up to the ninth floor of the side glass palace. The layout is quite simple. In the middle of the entire floor, there is a large round bed with a diameter of about three meters. There is a silk tent on it, with octagonal shapes hanging down and glazed tassels.

"This floor is where Rongrong rests, the entire dome."

The radius of the entire ninth floor is about ten meters, and the area is about 314 square meters. Its inner height is about 15 meters, and Ning Rongrong’s activity space inside is about 1570 cubic meters. Tang San Xiaowu could only smile.

Although Minghu Lake is big, it is a natural environment after all. But now, it would be amazing if this spire belongs to Ning Rongrong.

Except for only one bed, everything else is there. The sofa has two seats, one on each side of the large bed. The specifications are the same, both are five meters long. There are also two desks, which are placed along the edge of the glazed tower, basically aligned with the sofa, forming a fan shape. The arc length of the glazed tower is three meters long, and the width on both sides is 50 centimeters. The octagonal Ruyi palace lantern hangs from the spire, and around the base, there is a circle of cubic rectangular palace lanterns, which are covered with gauze curtains and embroidered with different dark patterns.

The decorations are all elegant, and most of them were designed by the little princess Ning Rongrong herself.

Oscar helped Ning Rongrong lie down on the bed.

Xiao Wu was supported by Tang San and snuggled into his arms, and immediately fell asleep.

Xiao Wu sat on Tang San's lap, her head resting on her lover's shoulder, her cheeks slightly pink. The hands directly grasped Tang San's waist from the front and rested on his shoulders from the back. His expression was not at ease, even a little lost, but he looked a little beautiful and cute. Xiao Wu's body moved closer to Tang San almost instinctively, hugging him tightly. It was as if something had caused Wu'er to panic, which made Tang San feel more and more distressed.

"Mistress," Oscar suddenly said, "Do you think I've been keeping Rongrong's side with her like this, will she be very touched when she wakes up?"

Tang San looked at Xiao Ao, and it wasn't until now that he realized that the infatuated look in Xiao Ao's eyes when he looked at Rongrong was exactly the same as when he looked at Wu'er. Tang San just smiled and said nothing.

"Little San?"

"Ang?" Tang San raised his head again.

"Why are you silent?"

"Nothing, just a little emotional. Xiao Ao, if this is the first time you treat Rongrong like this, I think based on the current relationship between the two of you, Rongrong may be very moved, but if not, it may not necessarily be true. "

"Oh. What about Sister Xiaowu? Will she be very touched when she sees you guarding her like this?"

Tang San shook his head silently, and when he looked at Wu'er again, a smile flashed across his face, and he said: "But Wu'er, she has always hoped that I can always accompany her. And with me staying by her side like this, She feels more secure."

"sense of security?"

Tang San smiled again.