Douluo: Peerless Tang Sect, Angel and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 127 - I rarely ask for help in my life, seriously, I kid you not!

"What about the seventh offering and the ninth offering!" Qian Lingjun narrowed his eyes slightly, squeezed out an eager smile and said, "I've lived such a long life, and I haven't 'begged' anyone, old man, look..."

"I... I don't like soul tools very much. I abstain from voting at most, so... I'm sorry." Xiao Chen hung his head in silence for a while, and finally shook his head.

"That's it..." Qian Lingjun nodded, but didn't say anything, and then looked at the Bloody Douluo, and said, "Under the Black Mountain Mian, what do you mean!"

"I...I mean the same thing as Lao Xiao."

"Okay, I get it!" Qian Lingjun didn't say anything else. He pointed to the sofa in the room and said, "Everyone, please sit down for a while! We will chat when Zhanhun, Demo and the three elders come back."

Qian Lingjun still didn't give up, and sat on the chair thinking about ways to fool the two old men.

Just like that, there were eight people sitting on the sofa in the hotel, and two extremely sleepy people lying on the ground who were dying.

There are even three old guys flying in the sky...

The peaceful and peaceful scene seemed particularly out of place among a group of evil soul masters.

About half an hour later, the old man's hearty shouting came from outside the door: "Hahahaha, it's so good, so good!"

Miepo Douluo strode in triumphantly, nodded towards everyone in the room, sat down on the tea table, lifted the teapot, poured it into his mouth, and then spit it out again.

"Damn Li Lailai, the ax is swollen like boiling water..." Miepo Douluo growled angrily while covering his mouth with his old face wrinkled like a bitter melon.

Family members, who knows!A sip of boiling water ruined his good mood for the day.

Everyone present looked at each other and couldn't help but lower their heads in laughter, thinking: "You old man took a pot and poured it into your mouth without asking. Who can blame you!?"

On the contrary, Soul Slashing Douluo twitched his mouth when he saw this embarrassing thing, kicked it first, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't think that you are invincible if you win a game by luck, the deputy leader is still here, you are capable , you fight her!"

"Ah!?", Feng Ling, who was lying on the gun for no reason, had a serious look, and said with a sneer, "I have been lying here for more than a month without seeing blood, and I am a little bit itchy, three priests, please!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Ling made a gesture of invitation, pointed to the sky, and said, "The sky is waiting for you."

"There is really such a big brother like you!" Miepo Douluo glanced at Zhanhun Douluo in annoyance, then gave a thumbs up to the third elder, and said, "Hey, you boy is really a genius. Soul guide, it's so damn easy to use! I've never felt so refreshed like today!"

Soul-Destroying Douluo gave Soul-Destroying Douluo another look without a smile, and urged him impatiently: "Get up here! The deputy leader is still waiting for you in the sky!"

"Are these two old guys usually like this..." Qian Lingjun whispered to Zhang Peng, beeping softly.

"I don't know either, this couple, people gave them nicknames, the two elders of Xuanming! They are all neuropathy influenced by Wuhun!", Zhang Peng's mouth twitched a few times, and explained: "Don't look at him now The voice is so angry, maybe it will be another face in a few minutes!"

"Are all the people on our side like this?!", Qian Lingjun wrung his fingers and said with emotion: "Sex criticism, neuropathy, schizophrenia, depression, abnormality, autism, psychological distortion, our composition here is really Complicated!"

"Ahem, cough, you have to get used to it..." Before Zhang Peng finished speaking, Soul Slayer pulled Mei Douluo who was lying sideways on the sofa and yawned, and said with a sneer, "My grand niece and grandpa didn't I beg you for something, that soul tool, can you give Grandpa a set."

"Ah!?", Mei Douluo was woken up with a dazed face, before the soul of Shenyou came back, he asked subconsciously: "What's wrong?"

"I can't bear the fact that your second grandpa, that slut, overwhelms me in the competition..."

Speaking of this, Soul Slayer Douluo even exaggeratedly squeezed out two tears, and said sadly: "Little Meimei! Don't forget, who loved you the most when you were a child! Who led you to hunt the first one? The eighth and ninth soul rings!”

"Little Meimei? What's that? Is it a nickname?" The unidentified people looked at Mei Douluo suspiciously, the fiery eyes made Mei Douluo feel like she was broadcasting live in public.

In this regard, she frowned at a loss, and twisted very awkwardly.

"If you have something to say, don't call me by my nickname..." Mei Douluo trembled when she heard that her nickname was pulled out to publicly execute her, and she muttered in embarrassment: "I'm over 60... "

"What's wrong with being over 60? If I'm over 60, I'm not your grandpa anymore? You little heartless, your wings are stiff, and you despise the old man?"

"Oh, my God... the world is in such a fucking decline!"

As he said, Soul Slayer stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, Mei Douluo, who looked so stinky and in need of a beating, felt a chill all over his body, hating that there was no crack in the ground for her to crawl through.

After all... It's one thing to be shameless, but it's another thing to be publicly executed by your elders in front of a group of people...

"I feel that, as one of the few normal people of the Holy Spirit Church, it is really a long way to go!" Seeing the two crazy people, Qian Lingjun picked up the spoon and stirred the card in his hand. Buccino, thoughtfully said:

"I feel like...a lot of my brain cells are dying..."

I don't know how long it took, but I only know that Soul Slashing Douluo bought a few sets of soul guides from Mei Douluo at the price of a high-quality soul bone, and happily found a corner to tinker with.

Everyone else also found a place and took a nap.

"Why are everyone asleep again?!" As soon as Fengling entered the door, she saw that the room was in a mess, and everyone from the worshiping elder to the saint was dozing off.

"Oh! Are you back?", Soul Douluo didn't lift his eyelids, he raised his head and muttered something, then lowered his head again, fiddling with the soul guide in his hand.

"Old man, you thick eyebrows and big eyes took advantage of the discussion between me and the deputy leader to find the eldest niece to buy this set in advance, grandma, you are so fucking cunning!"

Seeing the gleaming soul tool in Soul Slashing Douluo's hands, Miepo Douluo was so angry that he grabbed his elder brother by the collar as if to hit him.

"Stupid thing, your grandma is also my grandma!"

"!!"

Soul Slayer Douluo's words completely extinguished Soul Slayer Douluo's anger, so he loosened his collar, found Mei Douluo, and staged a classic re-enactment...

"Two high-quality soul bones, the same price!", Mei Douluo stretched out two fingers, wanting to kill his second grandfather without changing his face.

"You little girl, are you interested in money?" Soul Destroyer Douluo pursed his lips, an old face couldn't wait to get closer, and said: "You must give me a discount! A piece of soul bone!"

"It is impossible to reduce the price. It is impossible to reduce the price in this life. Grandpa is also at this price. Second Grandpa, you can't afford it! No way, no way!" Mei Douluo shouted pretending to be surprised Dao, woke up most of the drowsy people.

Under the watchful eyes of so many colleagues, Miepo Douluo didn't want to lose face, so he agreed with a dark face.

Mei Douluo, who made a fortune, ignored the wise eyes of the third elder, and generously gave her second grandfather a set of soul guides that she was too lazy to use...