Ying Zheng, dressed in black, stood on a small hill and looked at the city in the distance.
The small but crazy city is shrouded in endless bloody atmosphere above the city, with madness, chaos, and depravity, but lacking grand atmosphere.
The so-called killing is really far behind the method of war and punishment.
"Is the King of Qin waiting for me?" Amid Ying Zheng's deep thoughts, a cold and inexplicable magnetic voice came from behind Ying Zheng.
"The only person who can make me wait is the Pope's crown." Although Ying Zheng did not look back, he had already identified the identity of the visitor from his voice.
Because Ying Zheng was too familiar with this sound, no matter what the sound was distorted, Ying Zheng could grasp the essential characteristics of this sound from it.
"Is the King of Qin so confident? I will definitely come back?" As the voice turned, the person appeared beside Ying Zheng.
"I know, you won't let me down." Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at Bibi Host in front of him.
Although they had not had much contact with each other, and although the two had been separated for several months, Ying Zheng was able to find that familiar feeling from Bibi Dong.
"You?" Bibidong looked at Ying Zheng in front of him, not knowing what to answer for a moment.
She did not receive the second or third letter, but she came still, and came for no reason.
Because she knew that during this journey, there was a temptation that she could not refuse.
When I saw Ying Zheng again and saw Ying Zheng’s calmness at this moment, Bibidong felt an unspeakable loss, and it shouldn’t be like this.
This is different from the scene she imagined when she met again.
"Somewhat disappointed?" Ying Zheng looked at Bibidong in front of him, and naturally knew his mental activities in the blink of an eye.
To a certain extent, Bibi Dong is simply cute for Ying Zheng.
Bibidong's life experience is indeed complicated, but what Ying Zheng experienced gives him enough confidence to regard Bibidong as a simple woman.
In Ying Zheng's view, Bibidong's so-called madness and cruelty are just a game for children.
"I don't." Bibi Dong instinctively retorted Ying Zheng's gaze with a bit of jokingness.
"I didn't act like waiting out of confidence in myself," said Ying Zheng.
"Why is that?" Hearing Ying Zheng's explanation, Bibi Dong instinctively felt a hint of joy appearing in his heart. This discovery made the female pope of the Wuhun Palace feel a hint of sweetness, and yet he had a hint of sweetness.
Little bit of shame and annoyance.
How did I become like this? Bibi Dong thought annoyedly, who realized his mind and mind change.
"Because I believe in you." Ying Zheng had already hugged the spider in front of him who was swaying his claws while speaking.
"If you told me this way, I might be very happy if I told you thirty years ago, but now?" Bibidong said disdainfully.
But Bibi Dong's disdain only exists in words, but her body is not dissatisfied. On the contrary, in Ying Zheng's arms, the female pope of the Wuhun Palace twisted slightly to make herself more
Be more comfortable.
"What's wrong now?" Ying Zheng said in Bibidong's words.
"I'm a little happy now, but it's only a little bit." Bibidong said.
Ying Zheng also showed a little surprised expression.
Sure enough, in Ying Zheng's surprise, Bibidong showed a smile.
I wasn't completely controlled by you. Bibidong thought in his heart and couldn't help but feel a little proud.
"So that's it." Ying Zheng said.
"At this time, the Qin army was conquering the Tiandou Empire. If you don't take charge of Chang'an, why do you come to the capital of killing?" Bibidong raised his head and asked Ying Zheng.
"For a sword, a god." Ying Zheng said.
"A sword, a god?" Bibidong said inexplicably.
Bibidong is very familiar with the capital of killing. She had already been here twenty years ago and obtained the realm of the God of Killing here. It was also at that time that she came into contact with the divine thoughts of the God of Rakshasa and became
The person chosen by Rakshasa God, but what Ying Zheng said was not within the scope of Bibidong's understanding.
"Shura Sword, Shura God." Ying Zheng said.
"Shura God?" Hearing Ying Zheng's explanation, Bibidong not only failed to resolve the doubts in his heart, but the doubts became deeper.
"Let's go and enter the capital of killing." Ying Zheng had already let go of Bibidong as he spoke.
"How much do you know about the City of Killing?" Bibidong, who was slightly disappointed in his heart, said quickly.
"Are you talking about the situation where even the titled Douluo will be suppressed when entering this city?" Ying Zheng said.
"Yes, in the City of Killing, both soul power and soul skills will be suppressed. The myth of titled Douluo Invincible cannot appear in the City of Killing." Bibidong said.
"I know, that's why I want to call you." Ying Zheng said.
"So, I'm just a thug?" Bibidong's face sank when he heard this. For a woman who was thinking, this would be too ugly to you.
"Not a thug." Ying Zheng said.
Hearing Ying Zheng's words, Bibi Dong's face relaxed a little.
"But a beautiful thug." Ying Zheng continued.
"You?" Bibidong's face was slightly relaxed and his eyebrows were raised and his chest was uncontrollably rising and falling for several times.
"Go away."
This time, Bibidong did not wait for Ying Zheng to make a turn.
"There is a new person again, the fresh blood is really tempting." The moment Ying Zheng and Bibidong stepped into the capital of killing, countless greedy and cruel eyes gathered on the two of them.
Bibidong was just cold to this, and the horror she faced was just an ordinary memory for her.
"It's indeed a disgusting breath." Ying Zheng's nose wrinkled slightly, and he felt a little disgusted by the breath that was filled with the air.
Among them, Ying Zheng could feel two vague divine thoughts, one was very similar to the aura on Bibidong, and the other was the real idea of killing.
Killing? Hoho.
"Do you know the real killing?" Ying Zheng asked Bibi Dong.
"Isn't all this in front of you killing?" Bibidong looked around and said.
"This is not enough." Ying Zheng said.
"How can we call it a real killing?" Bibi Host.
"Look at it." Ying Zheng's palm was already on the hilt of the sword around his waist as he spoke.
"Let's wait and see." Bibidong, who had already realized something, couldn't help but show an expectant look, and the killing attribute hidden deep in her blood was reviving.
The next moment, Bibidong felt a sword light passing by and slashed forward.