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Chapter 220 Make a deal with you
"Don't worry, I won't kill you right away. I will make sure you see with your own eyes that the dragon dies!"

"In fact, this evil creature should have died two hundred years ago!"

Fu Shuanghui raised her sword and looked up at the sky, saying leisurely, "You dragged it along, hiding in this world for another two hundred years.

In fact, they have prepared food for me!

I want to thank you.

Hahahaha, God has been really kind to me!"

King Tian's eyes were red, he roared and screamed, and tried his best to fight against the tiger-head guillotine.

His strength has also reached the sixth-rate level.

If I really fight Fu Shuanghui head-on, the chances of winning or losing are only 50-50.

But he was restrained by the tiger-head guillotine!

After transforming into a zombie, he didn't dare to use all his strength to improve his level.

The higher the level of evil, the harder it is to control oneself.

For two hundred years, he has worked hard, searching for methods and materials everywhere to bring the dragon back to life.

In recent years, they finally found a way to allow the dragon's soul to begin to merge with its body again. Seeing hope, they took the risk of robbing those official ships.

It is to collect materials to help the dragon revive.

Let it fulfill its long-cherished wish and transform into a dragon successfully!
He wanted to repay his gratitude and was even willing to turn himself into a zombie and avoid reincarnation!
But I didn't expect that the final result would be... that Jiao suffered an even worse fate!

To be baited by the wicked.

Of course, the bait eats not only the body, but also the soul of the dragon!
He knew that the dragon had had a hard time surviving for the past two hundred years.

The body has long lost consciousness, but the soul has no place to stay. The strong winds and evil spirits of this world often invade it, and each time it is like being cut into pieces by a thousand knives.

Moreover, the two hundred years were desolate and lonely, like being imprisoned for two hundred years.

He was the only one who came to talk to Jiao sometimes.

It is difficult to empathize with the pain unless you experience it yourself.

But I didn't expect... to get such a result in the end.

He felt extremely painful and guilty, and an evil light flashed in his eyes!

"Xiaotian..." In the realgar mist, Jiao's tired but peaceful voice came again, but he only said three words: "It's okay."

Tears of blood instantly welled up in Oda's eyes.

There was no blood left in his body.

The tear glands have been dead for two hundred years.

But at this moment, tears still shed!
Tears of blood, thick and black, hung in the corners of his eyes.

The tired and calm voice came again: "Thank you for your hard work over the past two hundred years."

Fu Shuanghui became suspicious: This evil beast might have some means of self-destruction?
You won't let me be the bait?!
How can this be!

Fu Shuanghui held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in her hand and was wandering outside the realgar fog.

I wanted to wait for the opportunity, but now I feel it’s no longer possible, the longer the night, the more trouble I’ll have.

She listened attentively to determine the direction from which the sound came from the realgar fog, and moved sideways a few steps.

Try to avoid the dragon's head as much as possible to avoid being seen by it and being hit by the "Void Swallowing" skill, wasting a face mask in vain.

The overall situation has been decided, so of course we have to save our lives.

Xu Yuan felt that his "Eight Directions Injury" moved.

Fu Shuanghui stepped into Xu Yuan’s “stall”.

The female head lawyer's eyes blurred, and she suddenly saw a strange evil spirit standing not far in front of her.

Fu Shuanghui's eyes then narrowed, and her jujube-shaped pupils became even more elongated.

In her eyes, it also had a snake-like lower body and a human-like upper body. Two will-o'-the-wisp lights the size of wheels floated on either side of the snake's tail.

It’s about the same color as my own dragon fire.

His whole body was surrounded by Yin energy, but on his limbs and back, there were gray-blue translucent thorns.

Just like its own scales.

The face had blurred features and was made of yellow mud.

Although the appearance of this thing was too unusual, it had so many similarities with herself that Fu Shuanghui couldn't help but feel a little fond of it from the bottom of her heart!
However, this sentimental tendency was quickly suppressed by Fu Shuanghui:

Is this the evil spirit from the mountains that King Tian has invited to help?

Fu Shuanghui snorted coldly and raised the Dragon Slaying Sword!

The other party raised his hands and waved them, laughing strangely, "Don't do it! We don't care about what's going on between you. We're just here to do business with you."

Fu Shuanghui was full of doubts, and then she saw the evil spirit spread his hands, and a long spear and seven short spears appeared in front of him.

There seemed to be an invisible stall in front of this thing.

Their own weapons were placed on it like cargo.

"Look, these weapons are perfect for you. We'll definitely give you a fair price!"

Fu Shuanghui lowered the Dragon Slaying Sword, pointing the tip at the evil spirit, and shouted, "These originally belonged to me!"

The evil spirit raised his finger and shook it: "No, no, no, these things are in my hands now, they belong to me, if you want them you have to buy them back."

Fu Shuanghui's face was covered with frost as she thrust out with a sword.

The evil spirit remained motionless and said, "Customers are not allowed to be disrespectful to me at my stall!"

Fu Shuanghui felt that she couldn't thrust her sword forward.

He even felt a strong sense of guilt because of the "disrespect" of this sword, and even wanted to kneel down on the spot and apologize to the other party!

Fu Shuanghui's expression changed drastically: "Who on earth are you?"

She is only of sixth-rate level. If she were replaced by someone of a lower level, she would really kneel down!
Fu Shuanghui was still able to raise the sword, point it at the evil spirit, and of course continue to stab it - but everything in this small area, from the ground to the sky, from the rules to the laws, all opposed her doing so.

Even if he continued to thrust the sword stubbornly, his speed would be greatly slowed down and he would not be able to hurt the opponent at all.

Fu Shuanghui quickly weighed the pros and cons in her mind: kill the dragon first, and everything else can be tolerated for the time being.

"You really just want to sell this thing to me? And not interfere in our affairs?"

The creature spread out his hands—Fu Shuanghui's fondness for his fellow man subconsciously rose again. She felt that this guy's gesture showed great honesty—and he said, "I'm not the helper hired by King Tian. He's not qualified."

He didn't invite them, nor was they here to help him.

I came here uninvited, and I came here to seek revenge on you!

If the Chief Lawyer of the Shanhe Division were to think about me and plot to murder me all day long, I would be unable to sleep or eat!
"Leave immediately after the transaction is completed!"

The thing spread out its hands again: "Of course."

"Okay!" Fu Shuanghui said, "I'll trust you this time. Name a price."

The thing picked up the halberd and waved it a few times in its hand. Fu Shuanghui then felt that this thing was using its own weapon and its movements were very similar to hers.

"That means you're willing to do the business for me."

He handed the halberd to Fu Shuanghui.

Fu Shuanghui subconsciously took it in her hand: "Tell me the price first. You are an evil spirit, and I have to be on guard against you!"

A smile appeared on Mud's face.

You took my goods, the deal was forced!
Just like once you accept the money to buy your life, your life will be bought, unless the price is too unfair.

Xu Yuan wanted to take the tiger-head guillotine directly, but the value of this set of weapons was far less than that of the tiger-head guillotine.

"The price of this thing is your fishing net."

Fu Shuanghui was about to refuse, but then she found that the fishing net flew out from the realgar mist with a whoosh, shrank into a ball of silver silk thread, and fell into the other party's hands!
(End of this chapter)