Everyone in Wuhun Palace did not go after Tang Hao and the others. After all, Bibi Dong's goal had been achieved, and Tang Hao and Sword Douluo were just an unplanned accident.
"Take him back." Bibi Dong waved his hand and said, looking at the direction in which Tang Hao was going, and finally sighed silently. The loss of Wuhun Palace this time is not small. If Tang Hao and Jian Dou were left behind blindly, Luo was afraid that the loss would exceed the limit he could bear. After all, in addition to her Pope, the Wuhun Palace was also restrained by the Elder Palace.
In the dim space, Jiang Siming's hands and feet were chained and hung in mid-air. Bibi Dong arranged for someone to feed Jiang Siming a few mouthfuls of ginseng soup from time to time to help him hang on to his life. The dying Jiang Siming even I can no longer open my eyes, and my face without a trace of moisture is like a human skin mask. The eyelids are dry and stiff. There is a fist-sized hole in the dantian, and the flesh and blood on the side have withered and shrunk. If I hadn't clearly felt that there was still... With my heart beating, no one would believe that the person in front of me was actually a living person.
"Tell me? In this state, life is worse than death! Tell me how to make bullets, and I will give you a pleasure!" The beautiful woman standing in front of Jiang Siming was none other than Bibi Dong.
"Either kill me or let me go, but remember, as long as I live, Wuhun Palace will die!" Jiang Siming's dry lips could no longer move, and they could only be blurred by his tongue that was still conscious. said.
"Why are you so insistent? Friends? Lovers?" Bibi Dong asked loudly.
"Are you very conflicted? What do you want to hear me say? You long for others to care, but you still can't let go of the pain of the past! It's really pitiful!" Jiang Siming said, seemingly sarcastically.
Bibi Dong looked at the wooden man in front of her, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.
I don't know how much time has passed. After all, in this dark prison, no sunlight can be seen outside. Jiang Siming now seems like a tree that is about to dry up completely.
Bibi Dong never came to Jiang Siming again, but there would always be people feeding Jiang Siming some ginseng soup to hang on his life.
"You're going to die, don't you regret it?" The cold voice came again in Jiang Siming's mind.
"I have no choice." Jiang Siming said weakly.
"No one is forcing you. I don't know what kind of secret you have, but the power in your body is indeed very powerful!" There seemed to be a sigh mixed in the cold voice.
"I have no choice."
"But you are dying." This time there was some regret in the voice.
Jiang Siming fell silent and did not answer this time.
Gradually, Jiang Siming fell into a deep sleep.
in white space.
"System, I don't want to die now. What can I do?" In the white space, Jiang Siming returned to his original handsome appearance, but he looked very weak and asked the system anxiously.
"Ding, please host handle it yourself."
"What kind of system is yours? Doesn't it have any defense mechanism?" Jiang Siming was really speechless at this moment.
"What would happen if I became the inheritor of a certain god?" Jiang Siming asked tentatively.
"unknown!"
...
Inside Shrek Academy.
It has been 21 days since the Soul Master Competition ended.
"Senior Jian's injury has stabilized, but his vitality has been lost too much. I'm afraid that within ten years he will... Sigh!" Tang San said with a sigh.
In the dim room, no one spoke except Tang San, and the room was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
"Dad, will Brother Siming be okay?" Ning Rongrong's red and swollen eyes shook Ning Fengzhi's hand desperately.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was really looking up at the empty ceiling at a 45-degree angle, fearing that the tears that were rolling in his eyes would flow down because Jiang Siming had done so much for the Qibao Glazed Sect, but he could not do anything to help.
He even looked at himself
Sword Douluo, who had grown up, was also dying. As the head of a sect, Ning Fengzhi's decision was right. But as Jiang Siming's elder and Sword Douluo's junior, Ning Fengzhi felt that he had made a big mistake. He blamed himself.
and regret deeply rooted in Ning Fengzhi's psychology.
"He promised me that he would never lie to me. He will not die!" Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice echoed in the room.
Looking at the smiling Zhu Zhuqing, everyone was at a loss for words. The pain was so extreme that she couldn't cry, right? She could only tell herself over and over again that her man was fine!
"Bang"
The ajar door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who came was none other than Tang Hao.
"Si Ming, you should still be alive!" Tang Hao's loud voice seemed to bring hope to everyone.
When Zhu Zhuqing heard this, he stood up suddenly, tears bursting from his eyes, and the next moment he fainted and fell to the ground.
...
In the Shrek conference room.
"Ghost Douluo came to see me!" Tang Hao said in a deep voice. Obviously, this person's information was not trustworthy.
"Si Ming is not dead yet, and what Wuhun Palace wants has not been obtained yet." Tang Hao said while looking at everyone.
Everyone was confused, only Tang San and Ning Fengzhi looked at each other subconsciously.
After so many days of suffering, Jiang Siming still did not reveal the secret of the bullet, so Bibi Dong had no choice but to turn to the Shrek Seven Monsters. After all, the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect has an endless supply of bullets. There must be someone who knows about the bullets.
The recipe for medium gunpowder.
Tang Hao noticed the looks in Tang San and Ning Fengzhi's eyes, and naturally understood that it was true.
...
"What kind of person are you?" A girl in black robe in the secret room reached out to touch Jiang Siming's face, which was like a dead tree.
"Are you sympathizing with me?" Jiang Siming, with his eyes closed, suddenly made a hoarse voice, which scared the girl and retracted her hand.
"Why do you have to go against Wuhun Palace?" The girl in black robe seemed to be questioning, her words filled with grievance and stubbornness.
"Girl, I want to ask you, what did I do from beginning to end? Is that Yan really dead?" Jiang Siming suddenly felt funny.
Jiang Siming has been avoiding Wuhun Palace. He thought that his concession and slight changes to the plot in advance could prevent any tragedy from happening.
Whether it was Salas's assassination or Bibi Dong's arrest of himself in order to get the secret of his bullets, because Jiang Siming resisted and resisted the superior Wuhun Palace, Jiang Siming was against the Wuhun Palace.
He is a sinner.
The black-robed girl was speechless for a moment. In her heart, the Pope is the most sacred, Wuhun Palace is the supreme existence, and Wuhun Palace is the truth.
"Hand over what the Pope wants, and you still have a chance to survive." The girl said coldly, turned around and left.
Jiang Siming, who was hung by handcuffs like a mummy, shook his head very slowly, dismissing the girl's words. No matter what, Bibi Dong would not let him go.
In the dark prison, Jiang Siming laughed to himself. He had a system and ended up in this situation. He was probably the worst among the time travellers!