Douluo: The Road to Invincibility Begins with Bibi Dong

Chapter 465 Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't had enough fun yet.

Tang San secretly glanced at Xiao Wu, and seeing that there was a dazed look in Xiao Wu's eyes as she looked at Li Ling, he couldn't help but fell silent.

He didn't agree with Li Ling's twisted logic from the bottom of his heart, but Xiao Wu seemed to believe it.

If he wants to win back Xiao Wu's heart, there seems to be no other way except to do as he says.

Xiao Wu believed his nonsense, so does it matter whether she agrees with it or not?

If he insisted on following his own ideas, perhaps there would be no chance of redemption between him and Xiao Wu.

Li Ling patted Tang San's cheek heavily, and said with a smile: "Think about it carefully."

So he turned around and walked towards the God of Destruction who was hanging upside down in the air and being whipped by the God of Food.

Seeing Li Ling walking towards him, the God of Destruction felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, spreading throughout his body.

His face tensed, he stared at Li Ling and said, "What do you want to do?"

Li Ling was too lazy to pay attention to him. He waved his hand lightly, and the space where the God of Destruction and the God of Food were was isolated.

It was like a transparent cubic glass cabinet, covering the two of them.

The God of Food was also shocked when he saw this, and stopped what he was doing. He turned around and looked at Li Ling with a vigilant look: "What do you want to do?"

Li Ling grinned at him: "Nothing, I told you to beat him for ten thousand years, then it must be ten thousand years."

"Hurry up and draw. I'll speed up your space."

"I didn't say you can't stop, otherwise the two of you will stay in this space forever."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flow of time in the small space surrounding the God of Food and the God of Destruction began to speed up.

The grass on the ground grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if spring was condensed into a moment and quickly spanned the four seasons.

Withering, decaying, and then reborn, the cycle continues.

After Li Ling finished speaking, the figures of Li Ling and everyone else outside seemed to freeze through the transparent space.

The God of Cookery was shocked and wanted to escape from this small space.

However, even though he hit his head and it was bleeding, he could hardly shake the air around him.

In desperation, he had to grab the vines in his hands and continue to whip the God of Destruction.

The guests outside the small space looked in astonishment at the small space where the God of Food and the God of Destruction were.

Inside the small space, the frequency with which the God of Food whipped the God of Destruction seemed to remain unchanged, but the face of the God of Destruction became more and more haggard at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The God of Cookery also seemed very tired, and every whip in his hand seemed to be very difficult.

In an instant, the eyes of the God of Destruction and the God of Food began to become numb.

As time passed, something seemed to be wrong with the God of Destruction's mental state, and he began to yell like a madman.

"I am willing to pass the throne to the person you choose. I am willing to pass the throne to the person you choose. I will pass it to whoever you want me to pass it to."

The God of Destruction kept roaring, but Li Ling ignored him.

In the eyes of everyone, the frequency of the God of Food beating the God of Destruction did not seem to increase. It was just an effect that Li Ling deliberately presented.

If not, with the speed of time flowing in the space, the picture presented would not even show the shadow of the God of Food swinging his whip. In the outside world, it was only a short moment, but in the small space where the God of Destruction and the God of Food were, ten thousand years had passed.

When the space collapsed and the God of Destruction and the God of Food returned to this space, their faces looked particularly haggard.

The God of Food's face was filled with fatigue, his eyes were numb, and he mechanically whipped the God of Destruction again and again, relying on instinct.

The God of Destruction's eyes were red and bloodshot, as if he had not yet recovered from ten thousand years of loneliness and beatings. He looked ahead with empty and numb eyes.

"How is it, how does it feel?"

Li Ling's voice rang out. The voice that seemed like a devil before now sounded like the sound of nature to their ears.

The two men's bodies trembled violently, and the God of Cookery was the first to come to his senses.

He dropped the vine in his hand and rushed towards the Nine-Colored Goddess: "Are you okay? He hasn't done anything to you in these ten thousand years."

The Nine-Colored Goddess couldn't help but twitch her lips, with a strange look on her face.

Although I know that tens of thousands of years have passed in your space, only a moment has passed in my space. I really can't empathize with you.

She looked at the weathered God of Cookery in front of her, and a complex emotion surged in her heart. She shook her head gently and comforted him softly, "I'm fine."

The God of Destruction also came back to his senses from his trance. He had lost all his dignity and begged dejectedly, "I am willing to pass the throne to you. I am willing to pass the throne to you. Please don't torture me anymore."

Death is not scary, it is just a matter of a moment. What is scary is that you cannot die even if you want to.

For ten thousand years, he could do nothing except being beaten by the God of Food.

The whips that hit him did not cause him any harm, but the mental torture was unbearable for him and he almost had a mental breakdown.

He never wanted to experience that feeling again.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Li Ling walked slowly to the front of the God of Destruction and said, "I still like your unruly look before. How about you recover?"

The God of Destruction trembled violently, and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. He shook his head repeatedly and begged bitterly, "I won't dare to do it again. I beg you, please let me go. From now on, I will be your slave and do whatever you ask me to do."

But ten thousand years had almost caused his spirit to collapse, what if another hundred thousand years, or a million years?

There's no need to do anything to him. Just leaving him hanging here would probably cause him to have a mental breakdown.

There was nothing he could do but endure the endless loneliness, which was no different from sealing his soul in stone.

"Wouldn't it have been over if you had just said so earlier? Why are you doing this?"

Li Ling smiled and sighed softly, then waved his hand. The vines that were bound to the feet of the God of Destruction slowly loosened, and the body of the God of Destruction was finally freed.

With a bang, the God of Destruction, who was hanging upside down in the air, fell heavily to the ground.

Having lost his soul power, his body became stiff from hanging upside down for a long time. He was unable to get up for a while and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his face full of relief for surviving the calamity and fear of Li Ling.

Li Ling waved to Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuqing came to his side lightly. Her tall figure and beautiful curves looked particularly attractive under the sunlight.

Li Ling patted her buttocks gently and pushed her in front of the God of Destruction. He looked down at the God of Destruction who was lying on the ground.

"Just pass your throne to her."

(End of this chapter)