Chapter 65

"Is your excellency looking for me?"

With the faint moonlight, Chen Xiaoming's silver hair is elegant, his eyes are shining with a faint silver light, and he stares at each other rather unkindly. There are faint spatial fluctuations around him, shielding the surroundings.

The black robed figure was silent and looked at Chen Xiaoming's figure solemnly.

The latter appeared silently. Since he didn't notice it at all, what's more terrible is that it was too quiet around. The previous sound of insects and birds could not be heard.

"Wu soul hall?"

Chen Xiaoming really can't think of anyone who can fight against him in the Wulin city except the people in the Wulin hall. It's just the strength of the other party. It's a bit too delicious.

However, the soul master of soul Douluo level dares to send him to assassinate himself? If it's a little too childish.

The faint fluctuation of soul force instantly oppressed the other party's body, and the black robed figure's face changed dramatically, which was reflected in an instant.

"Your Excellency, Pope, please, please..."

"Oh? Let me see, it seems to be this hand."

The indifferent words fell, and a little red light flashed in the eyes of the black robed figure. Then the black robed figure noticed a sharp pain in his right hand and looked sideways. His right arm had been pierced by a branch.

Strangely, there was no blood dripping from the pierced wound, but it was slowly absorbed by the branch. Then a crisp branch was stretched out on the branch, and a small red flower bloomed on it.

Blood colored flowers are shy and gorgeous, just like attractive roses, fascinating.

In an instant, a threat of death surged up from the heart. The black robed figure was instantly alert. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the soul force in his body was shocked. He directly cut off his right arm, flashed and retreated to the distance.

In a frightening scene, the right arm of the black robed figure was sucked dry by the branches, the blooming blood colored flowers flew out, and then landed slowly, disappearing at the moment of landing.

"Gulu, Gulu..."

Strange, evil, black robed figure doesn't know how to describe this scene. If he hadn't cut off his right arm just now, he would be dead now.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Xiaoming fell down. He wanted to see what he wanted to do and what trap he had.

The black robed figure looked at Chen Xiaoming coming slowly, lowered his head in fear, and a fierce flash flashed in his eyes. He didn't hate Chen Xiaoming, but Bi bidong.

Although he is the soul Douluo of the Wuhun hall, he is a big worshipper. This time, he helped her assassinate because of the coercion of Pope bibidong.

Before he came, bidon didn't tell him who was going to be assassinated.

Otherwise, how could he be so stupid and dare to assassinate a title Douluo.

"Bitch!"

Looking at his bloodstained right arm, the black robed figure scolded angrily. This time he was planted and lost an arm. Even if he is cured, his strength will decline.

And all this was calculated by bidon.

The black robed figure has made up his mind. When he returns, he will report it to the second sacrifice.

They went all the way to the outside of Wulin city. They were strong. The latter was familiar with Wulin city and easily avoided the inspection, and then took Chen Xiaoming to a hillside outside Wulin city.

There, there is a figure who has been waiting for a long time to cook wine.

"Step."

With a gentle step down, Chen Xiaoming looked around. With a wide field of vision and a quiet environment, it is a good place to enjoy the moon and drink.

"Your holiness, I've brought you here. I'll leave you first."

The black robed figure bowed respectfully, said, and then prepared to leave.

The figure who had been waiting for a long time nodded faintly. The black robed figure flashed anger in his eyes and turned away directly. Just as soon as he turned around, he was stunned in place.

Looking down slightly, he saw that his chest was penetrated by something in an instant, and a touch of blood showed.

The breath of life dissipated slowly. The figure in black robe looked back reluctantly at the woman sitting under the moon. Finally, he was angry.

Chen Xiaoming watched quietly. He didn't care about the death of the figure in black robe. If bibidong didn't do it, he would do it.

Looking at Pope bibidong, who is still quietly boiling wine, the latter's beautiful face is more and more bright and moving under the faint moonlight. If he hadn't just witnessed the decisive side of the other party's cutting, Chen Xiaoming really thought he was a fairy like figure.

"I don't know, your Highness the Pope, why did you bring me here late at night?"

In the middle of the night, there are lonely men and women in the wilderness ridge. The third person who just knew the inside story has been sealed. Tut tut tut.

Chen Xiaoming looked at bidong with interest. What does the latter want to do?

"Please sit down."

With a slight wave, he calmly pushed a glass of wine, and bidong smiled at Chen Xiaoming.

The moment they looked at each other, Chen Xiaoming was slightly stunned. The latter's calm surprised him.

However, the confidence of strength still made Chen Xiaoming sit down calmly.

Glancing at the teacup in front of him, Chen Xiaoming just smiled, but he was not ready to carry it.

"Please."

Bibidong whispered, picked himself up and had a drink. He looked at Chen Xiaoming, who was unmoved, but he didn't care.

Bi bidong's attitude made Chen Xiaoming a little stunned. What was the latter doing?

I won't find that I can't beat myself. I want to do something that violates the law and discipline and hurts customs.

If so, he Chen Xiaoming would rather die than surrender. He won't move.

After all, he likes to be passive!

Coughing, coughing, coughing two times, dispelling the out of tune thoughts in my mind. Who is bibidong and how can he do such a thing.

"Touch."

With a gentle wave of his hand, a wooden box appeared on the table. Bi bidong directly opened the wooden box. There were three crystal clear soul bones in it. Chen Xiaoming's eyes lit up, one of which was the trunk bone.

"Your holiness, are you trying to buy me off?"

He smiled and looked at BI bidong. The light in his eyes gradually faded away. It was just a trunk bone. For Chen Xiaoming, there was not much temptation. After all, if he was really in a hurry, he would have gone to the Xingdou forest to kill.

"You can understand this. With your strength, the vice president of a small college is too talented. Why not create a world together with my Wulin hall."

I thought Pope bibidong had something to talk about. He was so old-fashioned. Chen Xiaoming was a little disappointed. He was with you in the martial soul hall?

Don't be funny. He takes jujube pills in wusoul hall, not to mention that he doesn't like to be bound.

His eyes swept from bibidong. Although the latter thought, he forgot the most important point. Chen Xiaoming didn't know whether the other party was arrogant or stupid.

"Good idea. Unfortunately, you forgot the most important point."

"Why did the lion trade with an antelope to be slaughtered!"