Douluo: Senior Sister is too popular, what should I do?

Chapter 121 Becoming a Demon King Today
Seeing that impressive kid again, still in the killing fields of hell.

She still covered her face with a silver half-face mask decorated with butterfly patterns, only showing her slender jaw, the outline was as delicate as jade, like those exquisite porcelain dolls she had seen in the shop window.

But it has a killing technique that is totally incompatible with this appearance, which can be called a ghost.She used this to accumulate victories in the killing field of hell at an astonishing speed. Rumors spread in the tavern alley that those who fought with her were cut into countless flesh and blood pieces the moment they passed by.

And it wasn't until she fought against her personally that she knew that what they said was not exaggerated rhetoric.

She tilted her head slightly, dodging the feather she fired. The feather, which was as sharp as a blade that cuts iron like mud, only left a scratch on the silver mask. In the next second, the feather turned around. , shot towards her at a strange speed that the naked eye could not catch, she couldn't dodge in time, she could only raise her hand to block it hastily, the feather root pierced the wrist guard, deeply penetrated into her arm, and blood overflowed.

At this time, there were only her and her two living people left on the field. The child was not even stained with blood, and was still white, clean, and light, walking like a white bird with its wings folded and landed. When he reached her, he clasped her neck with his fingers and pressed her to the ground.

The trachea was continuously tightened under the pressure of the external force, squeezing the air that the human body depends on for survival out of the body. The strings of bubbles stirred in the water when the soap locusts are in the water are like the phantoms of the horses that the old man in the village told her before.

They say that when one dies, one sees the most cherished, most desired, and most inseparable things in life, but she saw nothing, perhaps because she never had them.

But she was still not reconciled.

Not reconciled to why no matter where she is, she is just something that can be killed and killed like an ant, not reconciled to why some people have been cooking oil with flowers and brocades since birth, while others have to do their best to survive.

Sang Xia looked at this woman who had completely lost the ability to resist, but was still desperately digging at the ground to find a point of strength to stand up with, tilted her head slightly, and looked at her with great interest.

So she felt the snake-like icy cold and slender fingers strangling her neck loosen, and turned to grab her jaw, making her turn her head to look at her with an irresistible force.

She met her blue eyes with a rippling smile, and the girl's fingertips brushed over the ferocious scars on her cheeks, as gently as if they were not ugly scars, but natural ice cracks on porcelain.

"Banshee?" she asked.

Her eyes and movements were careless, as if she was judging an artifact, as if the title she got after fighting desperately in the killing field of hell was just an insignificant talk to her.

This made her feel a little humiliated and embarrassed for a long time.

For her, this is really a rare emotion. From joining the military camp to being reduced to this point, in order to survive, she does not know how many things she has done to survive. Even she herself does not know that she can still produce "shame" "This emotion.

But it exists for sure, like a multi-legged insect and like a rusty blade, it cuts through the skin inch by inch, making her blood gradually boil, rushing in her chest, but stuck in her throat There is no relief.

Perhaps it was because she subconsciously felt that such a child should not be the same person as them, but she was the same person as them.

Her fingers clenched tightly, as if trying to grab something, but there was nothing.

"Then," the girl's voice pierced through the chaos, flowing through her ignorant thoughts like a cool stream, "You have two choices, die or return to me."

She let go of the hand that was strangling her throat, the big eyes outside the mask curled up in laughter as they did when she first saw her, her voice was clear and clear, but her tone was cold, the kind she was most familiar with, a natural superior who would kill ants The arrogant attitude of letting your heart go.

—but she still didn't want to die.

Even if she was lingering on her last breath, enduring humiliation and being trampled upon by others, she still wanted to live.

Her lips trembled, but she deeply touched her forehead to the ground to show her submission and obedience, so the girl nodded with satisfaction: "Then you will follow me from now on."

She stood up and walked to the outside of the field on her own. She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't react for a while, she just looked at her back sideways in a daze.

The young girl's back is slender and immature, and under the wide sleeves of the white dress, the contours of the raised shoulder blades and spine can be seen faintly. In this place, she frankly exposes her deadly back to others.

Her hand hidden between her sleeves trembled, and a feather was pinched between her fingers. In this kind of place, backstabbing is simply an easy task, without even thinking about it.

But for some reason, perhaps out of fear of her strength, or some more complicated reasons that she couldn't describe, she finally let go of her hand silently.

At this moment, the girl stopped and looked back at her. She was startled, thinking that she had sensed the killing intent that had just passed away, and she couldn't help but tense her back, but she just smiled lazily, stretched out her hand and clasped her hands. Grabbed her wrist.

"I'm going to take her away." She yawned and said to the guards outside.

The guard had a cold face: "This is against the rules."

Only then did she vaguely remember that every match in the Hell Slaughtering Fields would only allow the final winner to leave the arena alive.

"Who made the rules?"

she asked seriously.

A hint of anger flashed across the guard's face as cold as a corpse: "Of course it's the great King of Slaughter..."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand to stop the behavior that blatantly violated the rules, but the next second his voice was cut off in his throat by a tragic cry of pain. The girl twisted his wrist with her backhand, and after a clear bone cracking sound He drew out the dagger at his waist and nailed his hand to the pillar behind him with the blade.

She is still holding her hand tightly, because the height difference is too large, she looks like a shy child who clings to adults, her smile is obedient, gentle and harmless, but anyone who witnessed the brutal act she committed just now This illusion will never happen again.

"Don't reach out to my things casually." Her voice was soft and sweet, but what she said was completely different from these two adjectives, almost showing a brutal killing intent, "Don't move out the one that is hiding in the gutter and dare not see it." Since it’s his rule, let him come out and tell me that I’m not interested in wasting time with his dog.”

She didn't lower her voice, she naturally heard what she said very clearly, the old bat hiding in the gutter who dare not see anyone... Is it talking about the Slaughter King who can't see the head of the dragon?

She felt that her face was a little wooden, and she never thought that someone in the capital of killing would dare to describe the king of killing like that. This child really surpassed her cognition in every dimension, and was more terrifying than the king of killing. what is itThe devil?
The girl hummed happily and walked in front of her. The moonlight cast the shadows of the street lamps on the ground, like criss-crossed bamboo shadows. Rise and fall with brisk steps.

In the legendary stories she had read in the past, the images of the devil kings with horny heads and hideous faces turned in her mind again, and she couldn't help but look at this thin child who seemed to fall down when the wind blows, and tried hard. Focused on reshaping my worldview.

　still alive!The last three times I have not been happy and my mental state has been unstable. I am adjusting myself, so I won’t spit black mud on everyone. After all, reading the article is for happiness (), in short, I still thank you for your company. I will definitely not abandon the article, but I have to wait for me to adjust myself. (cigarette)
　　It’s very exciting to say that I don’t want to do business. I want to write another short story and write some things that have nothing to do with the main text → fanhumanities, such as e-sports pa campus pa and so on. The setting of Douluo Team names that are really suitable for e-sports are all ready-made, because you can choose your own profession, so Rongrong: I won’t be a support anymore. Wei, the team uniform is still ugly, because social media is more developed, so it will be nailed to the pillar of shame and live and die with the league ()
　　
　
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