Douluo: The beginning of hell, asking to marry Bibi Dong

Qin Xuan put away the veteran recruitment card, and after a while, there was a rhythmic "creak" of high heels rubbing against the ground. There was a knock on the door outside the room.

The footsteps seemed to be that of some kind of murderous messenger. Qin Xuan could hear the footsteps, but he still asked indifferently, "Who is it?"

An almost substantial murderous aura broke out, and the terrifying and bloody murderous aura was released without reservation. Suddenly, the temperature inside and outside the room dropped sharply, and even the walls and door panels were covered with a light layer of frost.

The Killing City is such a place. You cannot express kindness to anyone, nor can you accept kindness from anyone. Otherwise, it will be impossible to survive tomorrow.

You can only believe in yourself.

This is also the reason why Qin Xuan can live to this day.

Outside the door, the murderous messenger wearing a black veil was staggered by the sudden murderous aura and almost collapsed to the ground.

But after all, he is the person chosen by the King of Slaughter as the messenger of killing. No matter how terrifying the murderous intent was, it was not like she had never seen it before.

After swallowing, the Killing Envoy said: "Hello, respected Mr. Black Dragon, I am the envoy of the Killing King, and I am here to convey the Killing King's invitation to you."

An invitation from the King of Slaughter?

Could it be that he wanted to recruit me to be his henchman, or some other bullshit guest? The kind that can get out without going through hell?

Damn, that old bat is really good at calculating.

Qin Xuan rolled his eyes and quickly had an idea in his mind, "Come in."

I was really dozing off, so someone came to give me a pillow.

He was worried that he would not be able to collect the number of people for the 100th Hell Road Killing Fields game within three days.

With the help of Killbringer, it's easy.

soon.

The door of the room was opened, and the killing envoy stood at the door and saluted Qin Xuan Yingying.

"Mr. Black Dragon."

The Killing Envoy was wearing extra cool clothes today. It reminded Qin Xuan of some kind of creature in the ocean.

shark.

Yes, you heard it right, it’s a shark, and it’s a big shark.

Because the shark was so big, Qin Xuan felt a wave of moisture coming before he even entered the door. It was accompanied by rough waves.

The Killing Messenger's costume is extremely coquettish, with long and narrow bright eyes that are captivating. Under the slender neck is the shark's most powerful weapon, half-covered and half-covered, and the most deadly.

Qin Xuan glanced sideways at the fatal spot, expressionless: "I wonder what the King of Slaughter wants from me?"

Although she has been single for two lifetimes, there must be a monster when things go wrong. In the past year, I have seen eight naked bodies in the city of killings, if not ten.

There are countless people who admire strong people and take the initiative to embrace them. He is not going to mess up his mind just because of a pair of murderous weapons.

Even though this woman is the most beautiful one he has ever seen except Bibi Dong.

No exception.

Otherwise, I would have died a thousand and eight hundred times.

Moreover, he is not the one who falls in love with beautiful women when he sees them.

After experiencing nine years of compulsory education at Blue Star, he has his own three principles of outlook.

First of all, when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex, we have always adhered to eight words - "If you don't marry, don't flirt, if you flirt, marry."

The big shark in front of me is obviously the maid of the King of Slaughter. Maybe one day the old bat wants to change his taste, so he will do it.

If something happens with the other party today, what should I do if the old bat gives me a big cuckold one day?

Qin has always been the only one who cuckolds others, but I don't have the habit of being cuckolded by others.

All in all, in one sentence, the woman in front of him was not his type.

At least not until he has the ability to take away the opponent and the opponent has not been touched by the old bat.

"Mr. Black Dragon, don't you want to invite me to come in and sit down?" The hell messenger had obviously drunk some wine, his cheeks were rosy, and he was slightly drunk after exhaling.

She stretched out her green-white jade fingers and wanted to caress Qin Xuan's chest, but Qin Xuan grabbed her wrist and said expressionlessly: "Girl, it's better to talk about business."

The Killing Envoy was stunned, "Our king wants to wait for Mr. Black Dragon to win a hundred consecutive victories before inviting him to serve as the guest minister of the Killing City. His status is only lower than that of the king, and he can freely enter and leave the Killing City."

"Okay, I agree."

"Mr. Black Dragon, please don't refuse so quickly. I...wait for you to agree?" The messenger from hell opened his beautiful eyes in an instant, and his drunkenness disappeared.

"What? Is there any problem?" Qin Xuan let go of the Hell Messenger's hand, turned around and returned to the room, pouring tea for himself.

The food in the Killing City is more or less mixed with toxins floating in the air.

He wouldn't touch those things.

These teas were all purchased from the system mall using emotional points. They are non-toxic, non-polluting, and safe.

"Uh, Mr. Black Dragon, don't you have any conditions to offer?" The Killing Messenger was a little at a loss, and she was ready to sacrifice herself.

In the end, you agreed before you even took off your clothes?

Is it possible that my charm is so bad?

"Ahem. Of course there are conditions." Qin Xuan coughed lightly, "My condition is to help me arrange the last Hell Killing Fields game as soon as possible, preferably within two days, I am in a hurry."

One day is obviously unrealistic. You also need to adjust your status. Two days is just right.

"That's it?" The Killing Messenger felt a pain in her chest, and her complexion turned green and purple. She was at odds with Qin Xuan today.

"Of course. I've been out for a year. If I don't go back, my old man should send someone to find me. If he gets angry, he will be more terrifying than the King of Slaughter."

Qin Xuan nodded slowly and talked nonsense seriously.

"Well, your conditions are not excessive, but because of your reputation in Hell Road, the Fallen have recently preferred to contribute Bloody Marys rather than participate in the Hell Killing Fields competition. It is estimated that it will be difficult in two days. I I can only help you make arrangements as soon as possible."

The Hell Messenger's killer weapon rose and fell violently. Mr. Black Dragon stopped shouting, stamped his feet, turned around and left.

Qin Xuan's voice sounded behind him again, "Wait a minute."

"Have you changed your mind?" The messenger from hell stopped and turned his back to Qin Xuan. A rare girlish smile of victory appeared on his charming face.

Putting aside her identity as a murderer, she is a young and beautiful girl who has just turned 10.

Which outstanding girl is not competitive!

"No, not really. I just want you to close the door for me before you go out."

Qin Xuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said words that would make him angry even if he died.

"You" the killing envoy staggered and almost fell to the ground. Then, with a bang, he closed the door heavily and left angrily.

When he walked out of Qin Xuan's residence, the killing envoy suddenly realized that his body had not been defiled by the disgusting man and he had escaped danger again.

And he also completed the tasks assigned by the King of Killing very well.

You should obviously be happy!

Why be angry?

After thinking about all this, the Killing Messenger felt much better instantly, but when he looked in the direction of Qin Xuan's residence again, he felt a strange emotion.

Damn the black dragon, how dare you ignore my charm, sooner or later.

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