The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 119 [Grey Wolf, go ahead and explore the way! 】

Seeing Song Wuxin looking at her, for some reason, she felt a little guilty in her heart, and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Song Wuxin frowned slightly, "It's nothing, I just feel that after last night, you seem to have become weird, and it's not quite the same as I remembered."

"Do you like this change?"

As soon as the words fell, she felt a cold gaze looking over her.

That look with a trace of murderous intent, not only did not make her feel scared, but a twitching distress arose in her heart.

After all, I couldn't get back the original, that trace of her unique, special expression in that gaze.

Suddenly, Song Wuxin's expression changed.

She saw it and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"People from Wuhundian are coming! Among them is a Titled Douluo!"

In Song Wuxin's consciousness, those people were approaching here 500 meters away.

He squatted down, pulled Bibi Dong up arbitrarily, put it on his shoulder, chose a direction, and left here.

"Song Wuxin, let me down!

Put me down, you hear me!
I want to carry it, don't carry it!
Can't you be nicer to me? "

Snapped!
I slapped my butt with a slap, "I've already thought of a way to save you. The most urgent thing now is to get rid of the pursuers and find a place to stay. You'd better be quiet!"

"Does getting rid of the pursuers have anything to do with you not carrying me?"

Song Wuxin ignored her, but told the Sky Demon Wolf in the air: "Hui Tailang, go ahead and find the way!"

Sky Demon Wolf froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, as if asking: "Master, are you calling me?"

"Don't look, it's you."

Tian Molang's lips moved twice, as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and flew away, to explore the way ahead.

"Grey Wolf? What breed is that?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

"An ancient herbivorous beast!"

"Oh, Song Wuxin, let me down, I want to carry it!"

Snapped!
Her response was a slap.

Song Wuxin had just left with Bibi Dong on his shoulders, when the ten experts from the Wuhun Temple rushed to the place where they were resting just now.

Among them, the person who is the leader is slightly fat, but the fat head and big ears are second, the most refreshing, the reason why he can be remembered at a glance is the clothes.

The buttons on his clothes are wrong!

For some reason, no one ever reminded him that he had the wrong buttons, plus he was fat.

The dress of the whole person seems a bit nondescript.

He is the leader of this trip, Zhu Dachang, a level 90 Title Douluo.

Just got promoted recently.

"Elder, looking at the situation, they should have just left."

Snapped!
The fat man directly slapped the man backhanded, hitting the man like a gourd.

"I can see it, it's up to you to say it!"

After shaking the pipe in his hand twice, he walked to the place where Bibi Dong had been lying, and touched the bent blue silver grass on the ground with his body.

A trace of soul power gushed out along the arm.

He closed his eyes, perceiving something carefully.

A series of animated images of Song Wuxin and Bibi Dong just now appeared in his mind.

Although there was no sound, it was clearly the two of them.

And look at the demeanor and movements of the saint...

I'm afraid he has already betrayed the Spirit Hall!

This is amazing!
Because before he set off, Qian Daoliu had told him thousands of times that even if he couldn't kill the Gorefiend, he must save the saint.

Obviously, in Qian Daoliu's opinion, he alone can kill the blood demon?
The image also revealed the direction in which Song Wuxin and Bibidong left.

"Elder, should we notify Your Majesty to ask for reinforcements?"

A subordinate asked tentatively.

Snapped!
The backhand is another slap.

"When I'm thinking about a problem, I don't like others to interrupt, you know?"

"I know, I know……"

Zhu Dachang thought seriously, "Looking at the appearance of the blood demon, he should be seriously injured, and he can't recover for the time being. The saint is also a waste, and she doesn't even have the strength to walk. If that's the case..."

Greed flashed in the corner of his eyes.

In the face of temptation, many people tend to ignore the accompanying dangers.

Zhu Dachang waved his hands to make those people retreat, and then lay down on the place where Bibi Dong had just been lying down with a face of enjoyment.

With his back against the big tree, he put tobacco in the pipe, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke.

The smoke actually turned into Bibi Dong's appearance!

He looked at the smoke... his eyes blurred.

"you are mine!"

"After waiting for so many years, I finally found my chance."

"Don't worry, it won't be long before you will be mine...Little baby, bah, wait for me!"

Stretching out his hand to grab it, the smoke suddenly dissipated, his face full of pity.

But thinking about it, I can immediately...

Ever since, the whole person seemed to be several decades younger, and his face was full of red.

"Assemble, chase!"

Fatty gave an order, ten people continued to chase.

Out of selfishness, Fatty did not tell his subordinates what he saw.

Nor did anyone go back to report and ask for support.

"Chase!"

Several people chased in the direction Song Wuxin left.

Not long after a few people left...

In the void, a blood-red eye suddenly appeared, silently looking at the backs of the departing people.

A bloody murderous intent flashed in his pupils.

Blinking his eyes, he disappeared into the void, as if he had never appeared before.

In the evening, Song Wuxin brought Bibi Dong to Wowo Village.

that log cabin.

"Dong'er, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Song Wuxin stepped into the yard, Kalis saw Bibi Dong who was carried on his back and looked like a plum blossom that was about to wither at the moment, she threw away the vegetable bowl in her hand with a slap, and trotted over.

"Come on, come on, put her on the bed quickly, slowly and gently."

Carlisle led him into the room, and slowly put Bibi Dong on the bed.

When he was on the way, he finally carried her on his back instead of carrying her.

The body is too weak, muttered for a while, and then fell asleep, until now.

"What's going on here, what's going on with Dong'er?"

Covering Bibidong with a quilt, Kalisi pulled Song Wuxin outside and asked anxiously.

Ah San also rushed over, seeing Bibi Dong who was dying at the moment, his face also became a little hideous. "Xiao Song, be honest, what's wrong with Dong'er, why did it become like this?"

"Aunt Li, Third Uncle, don't be in a hurry, sit down and let me talk to you slowly, the thing is like this..."

Next, Song Wuxin explained what Yu Xiaogang and Qianxunji did to Bibi Dong.

boom!
After hearing what he said, Ah San slammed her fist on the wall of the wooden house, traces of blood flowed from her fist, but she didn't say anything.

"This...how can this be good?"

Kalisi paced back and forth in the same place. If it was someone else, there might be a solution, but if it was Wuhundian...

"Aunt Li, third uncle, I've been running for a day, I'm going down to rest first."

"Okay, you go, your room has been reserved for you."

Song Wuxin turned and left. At the corner, he paused, glanced back at the two of them, narrowed his eyes slightly, and left.

(End of this chapter)