Douluo: The system lets the fairy attack Tang San

Ling Qi brought Tang San back to his residence, and the whole room was filled with a frightening smell of blood due to his arrival.

He was placed on the bed, and the sheets were instantly soaked in blood, and the horrific and hideous wounds were completely exposed in front of Ling Qi's eyes.

Lingqi had to admit that when she saw the wounds on his body clearly, the fear in her heart was unprecedented.

What follows is tangled complexity.

It's a lie to say it doesn't hurt.

A living person can still walk so far after being stabbed so many times.

How on earth did he hold on?

Ling Qi watched him kill those hundreds of people. She was a fairy. She was originally far away from bloodshed and reverenced life, but at the end, she seemed a little numb.

At first I felt nauseated, but later my eyes became dull and it didn't matter anymore.

In the end, she couldn't hold it back anymore and appeared in front of him.

Lingqi used up half of her spiritual power to heal all his injuries. She leaned against the bed and wiped the sweat from her forehead, feeling a little weak.

His eyes fell on Tang San's face, and his pursed lips were raised slightly, evoking a smile.

"Long time no see, Tang San."

He is an adult.

He is no longer the little brat he used to be. He has long features and deep eyebrows, but his hard and handsome face carries a cold and murderous look, giving people a feeling of extreme fear.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, the lips are thin and cool, the mandible line is clear and sharp, and he is full of energy.

Such an appearance is enough to seduce any woman.

Lingqi felt a satisfying "cultivating" feeling in her heart.

As she admired her peerless appearance, fatigue came over her and she fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on a clean bed. The smell of blood in the air was much lighter, but it had not completely dissipated.

She opened her eyes, subconsciously touched her veil, and touched the void.

"What are you looking for?" A magnetic and slow voice suddenly sounded.

Ling Qi sat up and looked at Tang San who was sitting at the table. He was holding a white veil in his hand, as if he was playing with it and studying it.

"Why did you take off my veil?" She glared at him angrily.

Tang San raised his eyelids and looked at her, his gaze passing from the tip of her eyebrows to her bright red eyes, as if appreciating but also contemplating.

Five years later, Ling Qi had already returned to her original appearance, with delicate eyebrows and small facial features. She looked like an immortal, and was more beautiful than anyone Tang San had ever seen.

His Adam's apple slid slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, "This veil can't cover anything, so what are you wearing it for?"

It's just an ordinary veil.

"Humph, I can wear it if I want." Ling Qi looked arrogant and felt much more at ease when she saw his normal face.

Tang San asked, "Why do you appear here?"

She replied, "What, you are the only one who can come here?"

Their eyes met, as if they were back in the sunset forest five years ago. Tang San took a slight breath to calm down his mood, and said expressionlessly, "This is a killing city. It's easy to get in and hard to get out. You shouldn't come."

Lingqi stretched and stood up, and said calmly, "If you can come, I can come. If you can go out, I can naturally go out."

Looking at her nonchalant expression, Tang San felt even more solemn in his heart, suppressed by the slightest trace of uneasiness.

She is still the same as before, idle and disdainful of everything, with a naughty personality.

But in the city of killing, where people take pleasure in killing, even he licks blood from the edge of a knife and lives a tense life every day.

Ling Qi, who was simple-minded, obviously didn't know the horror here.

Ling Qi looked at his frown getting deeper and deeper and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

He suddenly asked, "Where have you been these years?"

It's not like he hasn't tried to find her, but to no avail.

If he hadn't been able to feel her response every time he moved his fingers, he would really be worried that something would happen to her.

Now that the two of them were reunited, in such an inappropriate place, Tang San really didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

"I walked around, looking at the scenery and enjoying the mountains and rivers." She had a relaxed smile on her face and her tone was very casual.

Tang San pursed his lips and looked at her seriously.

She still kept it from him.

It's as mysterious as her identity was hidden back then.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on his ring finger, and he hooked it out of habit.

Ling Qi looked at him inexplicably, felt the movements of his fingers, and responded to him as before.

"Will you leave this time?"

His voice was muffled, and all the coldness and coldness in his body had dissipated, leaving only the temptation and confusion in his eyes.

In a daze, it seemed like I was back five years ago.

Too many people have been killed here, too many skulls have been crushed, and too much cold blood has been wiped. Even my own heart, as numb as ice, has stopped beating.

But at this moment, he felt the pounding heartbeat again.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

But it’s real.

Ling Qi curled her eyes and smiled, "I'm not leaving. I want to get to know the companions of Shrek Academy you mentioned. I wonder if you will give me this opportunity?"

Tang San's eyes were filled with heat, and he nodded firmly, "Here."

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, accompanied by machetes cutting flesh and bones, all scattered among the wails of pain.

People who come to the Killing City are accustomed to such sounds, and so is Lingqi.

Tang San stood up and closed the window to block out some of the sounds outside.

He frowned solemnly and asked her, "What is your number? What are your current wins?"

When they come to the Killing City, everyone has a sign in their hand with a number on it. This is also their certificate of survival here.

The only way for them to survive here is to enter the killing fields of hell to fight.

Only by winning a hundred games can you successfully leave here.

Ling Qi spread her hands and said, "I don't have one, but I picked up a piece."

She picked up a sign and threw it to him.

Tang San's forehead twitched, he really didn't know what to say.

She was like his nemesis. Nothing was out of his expectation and she could always say something surprising.

"This is not the point." Tang San tried his best to keep a straight face and said, "If you don't go to the Hell Killing Fields to kill... in the competition, you won't be able to get the quota to go out."

However, when he looked at her fair and tender face, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for her to kill people with a machete...

Lingqi smiled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter. I can leave here anytime I want. I don't need any quota."

She is a fairy, so she will not be bound by this place.

In her eyes, these things were almost the same as tickling.

Tang San was slightly startled, "Really?"

"Well, don't you believe me?"

He nodded subconsciously, "Letter."

"That's okay. When you leave here, I will leave with you."

"I..." Thinking of what he needed to do, Tang San's eyes changed slightly, and the uncontrollable ferocity in his eyes was hidden in his lowered eyes.

Lingqi blinked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Did you heal my injury?"

"Ah."

Tang San was slightly surprised, "You can cure such a serious injury in one night?"

Moreover, there were no scars on his body. If it weren't for his clear mind, he would have thought he was just having a dream.

Ling Qi rolled her eyes and said, "Actually, I never told you that my soul skill is healing."

In fact, she made this up. She had no choice but to survive in this world, she had to do as the Romans do.

Tang San didn't ask any further questions. He stood up and opened the door, as if he was about to leave. He turned around and told her, "Don't leave here until I come back."

"Where are you going?"

"I am busy."

"Going to the killing fields of hell?"

Hearing these words, Tang San curled his fingers, showing a bit of anxiety, and looked directly into her moist and bright eyes, but he was actually reluctant to say anything more to her.

"Yes." He responded before closing the door and going out. Just in case, he also set up a barrier outside the room.

The Killing Fields of Hell is Tang San's other home in the Killing City.

In the arena filled with bloodthirsty and violent energy, it was a battlefield where he relied on his flesh and blood to fight for his way out.

Here, his life is in his own hands, and everyone else is his opponent.

The others were shocked when they saw Tang San walking in unharmed.

They had seen that stop yesterday and expected to see Tang San's body, but they didn't expect that after a night, he was actually in high spirits!