My sign-in life in Douluo

Chapter 101 Siming is still alive

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 and said, looking at the direction Tang Hao was going, and finally sighed silently.The losses suffered by Wuhun Palace this time were not small. If Tang Hao and Sword Douluo were to be left behind blindly, I am afraid the losses would exceed the limit he could bear. After all, in addition to her Pope, Wuhun Palace was also restrained by the Elder Palace.

In the dim space, Jiang Siming's hands and feet were cuffed 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.Jiang Siming, who was dying, could not even open his eyes. His face without a trace of moisture was like a human skin mask. His eyelids were dry and stiff. The fist-sized hole in his dantian, and the flesh and blood on the side had withered and shrunk. If it weren't for it, I could clearly feel my heartbeat, and I'm afraid no one would believe that the person in front of me was actually a living person.

"Tell me? You are in this state, it 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 perish!" Jiang Siming's dry lips could no longer move, and they could only be blurred by the sound of his tongue. 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 seemed to say 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, the sunlight outside can't be seen in this dark prison. 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 secrets you have, but the power in your body is indeed very powerful!" There seemed to be a sigh mixed in the cold voice.

"I don't have a choice."

"But you're dying." This time there was some regret in the voice.

Jiang Siming was 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 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 he has lost too much vitality. 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 indeed 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 Sword Douluo, who had watched him grow up, was dying. As the leader 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. .Self-blame and regret were 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 Zhu Zhuqing with a smile on his face, everyone was at a loss for words. The pain was so extreme that they couldn't cry, right?She can only tell herself over and over again that her man is fine!

"boom"

The ajar door was suddenly pushed open, and the person who came was none other than Tang Hao.

"Si Ming, he should still be alive!" Tang Hao's loud voice seemed to bring hope to everyone.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing stood up suddenly, tears bursting from his eyes, and fainted to the ground the next moment.

...

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 didn't reveal the secret of the bullet, so Bibi Dong had no choice but to turn to the Shrek Seven Devils.After all, the Qibao Glazed Sect has an endless supply of bullets.There must be someone who knows the formula for the gunpowder in the bullet.

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 and wanted 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 black-robed girl 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 was the most sacred, Wuhun Palace was the supreme existence, and Wuhun Palace was 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 will 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!