The devil of Douluo is in the world

Chapter 62 Die!
Song Wuxin had no intention of going after Bibidong, and as far as he estimated, Qian Xunji didn't want him to go back with Bibidong now.

So he also stayed and ate together.

If you don't eat delicious food, you have to eat dirt on the road at night, unless your brain is flooded.

Uh……

Excuse me, does this sentence include Bibi Dong?
Not caring so much, Song Wuxin had already started to roll up her sleeves, and stretched out her hand to the stewed chicken feet on the table.

These chicken feet are not ordinary chicken feet, they are made from a soul beast called Fengguan Xiafei, who likes to eat various heart organs.

It looks like a domestic chicken, but is three times larger.

Its call has a psychedelic effect, making the opponent fall into the most beautiful fantasy deep in his heart, unwilling to wake up.

If you are accidentally tricked, your heart will be gone by the time you return to the light.

In the midst of hallucinations and beautiful dreams, he died painlessly.

Hades asked, "How did you die?"

I really don't know.

Or simply answer, happy death.

Now that the Star Dou Great Forest has changed, it will be very difficult to eat this kind of delicacy again.

The one on the table was brought by Bibi Dong when she came last night.

Now it's cheaper than Song Wuxin.

Even when eating, the blood demon sword on his back never left his body, and he carried it all the time.

This made Bibijiu's idea of ​​exploring has never had a chance.

Just looking at it for a while, his spiritual sense almost got stuck and he couldn't get out, which made him reaffirm the unusualness of this bloody sword.

even……

There is already a hint of greed.

He was injured in the battle that year, and his talent was limited. Now he has almost no hope of breaking through to a higher level.

If you want to enhance your own strength, you can only borrow external forces.

For example, this sword of blood demon, he thought it was very good.

If he can possess such a magical weapon, maybe his strength will be able to be improved to a higher level.

Soul masters generally rarely use weapons, and most of the time they use their own martial arts.

But magic weapons are excluded.

I heard that there is a magic weapon in the Wuhun Temple, which is a weapon brought from the God Realm after the first pope became a god, and then descended to the lower realm.

It has always been a symbol of the power of each pope.

Song Wuxin didn't seem to notice Bibijiu's well-hidden greedy look, but ate with joy.

It was only when he was eating delicious food that his expressionless, icy expression would have some warmth.

For Bibi Jiu's greedy look, Carlisle saw it in her eyes.

His brow furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed again.

Although she didn't know Xiao Song's strength, how could it be possible for Wuhundian to recruit a waste to be an honorary elder.

The elders of the Wuhun Temple, the lowest level, must be at least the Contra realm.

Moreover, she was very sure that the young man in front of her was definitely a ruthless person!
So, there is no need for her to worry at all.

"You guys eat first, I'll go and see the pigeon soup on the kang, it should be almost ready, I'll bring it."

Caris took a look at Ah San, then got up and left.

In the kitchen, on the desk, there are four bowls of soup.

Caris took out a package of something from her bosom, poured it into one of the bowls of pigeon soup, and stirred it gently twice.

After carefully throwing the paper bag into the stove and burning it, he carried four bowls of soup on the dish and walked towards the back room.

"Here comes the soup, here comes the soup..."

She personally served a bowl to everyone one by one.

"Thank you, Aunt Li!"

Song Wuxin ended up gulping down the pigeon soup. It was a very good soup with a long aftertaste.

Thirty days after the meal, Song Wuxin, Ah San's, and Kalis's all drank all three bowls of soup, but the soup in front of Bibijiu hadn't touched a spoonful.

He doesn't drink pigeon soup!

Song Wuxin took out a bamboo toothpick, got up and walked to the window, glanced at the pigeon soup in front of Bibijiu, seemed a little regretful, and said: "The elder is actually allergic to pigeons, such a delicious pigeon soup, what a pity... "

It has to be said that the landlord class is corrupt, just like Bibi Dong, when she came back, the toothpicks she brought were all high-end products.

Sumeru bamboo is hard to find.

One gold soul coin is one meter.

Carice started to clear the table, pouring the leftover bowl of pigeon soup into a wooden barrel in the corner of the kitchen.

When will there be a bright moon when you are idle, and when will you be sweating when you are busy.

The breeze was blowing, Song Wuxin sat cross-legged on the sandalwood bed, and his energy was perfect.

During the period, I opened my eyes and glanced at the bushes outside the window, and I always felt that something was missing...

Nothing to say all night, a peasant family in the countryside practicing kung fu.

Wuhun Temple.

Bibi Dong was waiting outside Qianxun Ji's retreat room, and had been waiting for a while.

There was still no movement inside.

In the middle of the night, she and the Ninth Elder rushed all the way back to Wuhun Hall.

Since then, I have been waiting here.

Finally, the Qianjin Stone Gate slowly opened.

An elderly man came out from inside, with white hair and stooped body. Behind him, the Great Elder and the Great Priest followed.

The head of the Hall of Elders and the head of the Hall of Enshrinement, the two of them came together, plus the chief "royal doctor" of the Hall of Wuhun, this matter should not be faked.

Especially the solemnity on the faces of the great priest and the great elder, which seemed to never go away, Bibi Dong knew that the teacher's madness this time should not be so serious.

"Mr. Qian, how is the teacher?"

"Hey……"

The old man shook his head without saying a word, and then sighed deeply.

He ignored Bibi Dong, turned around and left.

The Qianjin Stone Gate closed again.

When the cock crowed three times, he opened his eyes and suddenly missed the stewed chicken feet last night.

Get up, fold the quilt, and simply wash up.

Looking at the soft sandalwood bed, it was a waste to give it to him.

I didn't sleep all night and all night, I just cared about practicing.

So far, he doesn't know how soft and warm the pillow exuding the fragrance of gardenia is.

Stretching, suddenly, there was a clanging sound outside.

He opened the door for the first time and walked out.

This courtyard is somewhat similar to a courtyard house, but it has two floors. Song Wuxin lives in the south.

Opposite him was Bibi Jiu's room.

For some unknown reason, Bibijiu, who was planning to leave as soon as possible, actually stayed here last night.

Pushing open the door, I saw that on the opposite corridor, the water basin in Karis' hand fell to the ground, and the water spilled all over the floor.

Because their backs were facing each other, Song Wuxin didn't see her expression.

He asked, "Aunt Li, what's the matter?"

At the same time, consciousness has unfolded.

"died……"

Hearing the sound, Ah San rushed over, entered the room and saw that Bibijiu was lying on the ground, her face was black.

The two eyeballs are deeply sunken, like two black holes.

Black blood flowed from the corners of the mouth, nostrils, and ears.

The whole body exudes black air.

Obviously dead.

(End of this chapter)