Douluo's poison on the supreme

After a week, Dugu Xin finally arrived at the border area of ​​the Tiandou Empire. Dugu Xin encountered almost no obstacles along the way. The surprisingly smooth process made Dugu Xin feel strange.

Dugu Xin didn't know that it was only because of the threat of his father Dugu Bo that things went smoothly. No one wanted to offend such an angry snake.

What's more, at Dugu Bo's age, it is very likely that he will reach the title of Douluo in the future. Even if he cannot reach it, becoming a level 89 peak soul Douluo is a certainty.

No one wants to fight him to the death, even if they can beat him, his poison will make the family pay a heavy price.

But as Dugu Xin continued to go deeper, the surrounding environment became more and more depressed. There were countless dilapidated villages, countless scavenging soul beasts on the road, as well as some soul masters with malicious intentions.

Just feeling the aura belonging to the 68th level Battle Soul Emperor on Dugu Xin's body, they all became quiet.

After another period of traveling, Dugu Xin came to a dilapidated small town with three big characters written on it - Notting City. He couldn't help but sigh, "I'm actually here."

But after thinking about it, it made sense. In order to avoid the pursuit of Wuhun Palace, Tang Hao came to live in the Holy Soul Village near a remote town on the border of Tiandou, and he could barely escape the pursuit of Wuhun Palace.

The gate guards were only two great soul masters, wearing shabby armor and holding long spears. They felt the faint aura of the Soul Emperor coming from Dugu Xin's body and trembled as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

And Dugu Xin did not embarrass them. He simply showed his cards and let them enter the city.

Not long after entering the city, Dugu Xin found a middle-aged man in tatters kneeling in front of three middle-aged mercenaries, kowtowing crazily and saying in a trembling voice, "Please save my village."

One of the middle-aged mercenaries said coldly, "Go to the city lord for matters concerning your village, and we need money to do things."

The middle-aged man said tremblingly, "The city lord told us to wait, but we can't wait any longer... That's right... That's right... I have money... I have money."

Then he groped around, took out a small bag of copper soul coins, and then took out a worn-out silver soul coin from a worn-out shoe. The color on it was a bit dim, and then handed it to the three mercenaries.

The mercenary put his hand down casually with a look of disgust, looked at the quantity, and said speechlessly, "This is not enough at all."

A rather wretched mercenary next to him grabbed him, and then said with a smile, "We are showing mercy. We will help you this time. Wait for us at the gate of Notting City tomorrow morning."

The middle-aged man immediately kowtowed in thanks and left with a lot of gratitude.

The remaining mercenary said angrily, "Let's not talk about whether the money is enough. Last time a kind fool went to help this mud-legged guy, he didn't even recover the body."

"And even the city lord, who is a powerful soul king, has not been able to solve it. What can we three great soul masters do? I don't want to die in vain."

The more wretched mercenary looked around, then pulled his partner and whispered, "Now the war is in chaos. Don't say that the city lord can't spare his hands to take care of this, even if he has free hands."

"When we got outside, we robbed the money, and no one knew it was us. Besides, the mosquitoes were already meat, right?"

The two companions next to him smiled and said, "You are still smart." Suddenly one of them was confused and said, "What if he reports us to the city lord's palace?"

The wretched mercenary showed a fierce look on his face and sneered, "Let's not talk about whether the city lord will care about him. Moreover, the war is in chaos right now. Even we are in danger. No one cares."

"And even if a dead-legged guy dies at ordinary times, it's just a bit of trouble, but now no one cares about it."

The three of them all began to imagine how they would spend the money they got. They couldn't help but smile and said with a smile, "You are still a ruthless kid. Now that you die in our hands, it is considered a blessing for that old guy."

Little did they know that Dugu Xin, who was drinking tea at the side, had already listened to their plan and murmured to himself, "It is better to do less than to do more, or to meddle less."

The next day, the middle-aged man appeared early and waited at the gate of Notting City, looking expectantly at the gate from time to time.

He seemed not to have slept, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had been squatting near the gate all night.

It was not until noon that the three mercenaries arrived hastily, and they arrived slowly and yawning sleepily.

The middle-aged man cheered up and immediately ran to the three mercenaries and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, three adults. I also brought breakfast to the three adults. We will eat it on the way. After eating, please three more." Sir, please set off as soon as possible."

Then he took out three pieces of warm meat patties from his arms and handed them to the three mercenaries.

One of the mercenaries just glanced briefly, then shook the meat pie away and yelled, "Everything is sour, and you dare to take it over." The three meat patties fell directly to the dirt-covered ground.

The middle-aged man didn't dislike it at all and quickly picked up the meatloaf from the ground and put it in his arms, apologizing repeatedly.

The mercenary refused to give up and snorted coldly, "I'm helping your village solve its troubles. Does that mean you don't even have a decent breakfast? It makes you angry just looking at the old man's face." He also wanted to hit the middle-aged man. .

The leader of the wretched mercenary stopped his hand and said with a smile, "Business is more important."

The middle-aged man thanked you repeatedly and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. You don't need me to do anything. I will do it myself, otherwise it will be bad if my hands are dirty."

After that, he hit his face hard several times, making the three mercenaries laugh, and he also laughed in reply, and hit him harder.

After the hustle and bustle, the three mercenaries finally set off, led by the middle-aged man on their way back to the village.

But just halfway through, the three mercenaries showed their ugly faces. The wretched mercenary sneered, "Old man, take out the money again and let me take a look. Wait a moment for our brothers to help you solve the problem. No." Money is no good.”

The middle-aged man still wanted to pretend to be crazy and said with a smile, "Three adults, I will definitely get back to you until this is solved. How dare I lie to these three adults."

Then one of the mercenaries couldn't bear it any longer and punched him away, snorting coldly, "Shameless, you mud-legged guy."

The middle-aged man quickly stumbled to his feet and said with an apologetic smile, "You three adults, please don't be angry."

Then the wretched mercenary finally showed his true face and sneered, "Old guy, you'd better hand it over and avoid some physical pain, otherwise..."

The middle-aged man also saw that the three mercenaries had evil intentions, and with the last hope, he smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, after the solution is over, I will definitely give it to the three adults with both hands."

Another mercenary gave him a kick in the stomach and kicked him away. He said angrily, "You are shameless. If you ask me to tell you, I will kill you directly. This will save us the trouble of asking."

The middle-aged man stood up reluctantly, and then ran away immediately, shouting "killer, help" as he ran.

The wretched mercenary said coldly, "Looking for death." His soul power exploded, and two white soul rings appeared under his feet, attacking him.

Seeing this, the remaining two companions also exploded with soul power, and two white soul rings appeared on their bodies and attacked them.

The middle-aged man was just an ordinary person, and he was injured. He could outrun three people, but he was captured after a while. He was seen curled up on the ground, begging for mercy.

But the three mercenaries had already decided to kill him and kept punching and kicking him. However, he still held the money bag tightly and refused to let go, muttering to himself, "This... is... our... last hope." I...I...won't...give...it to you."

The wretched mercenary sneered, "Yo~ He's still a tough guy. I want to see how tough your mud-legged bones can be. Beat him to death." The strength in his hand increased again.