Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Black Dragon, I am the Lord of the Gods

Chapter 2 Even you're bullying me?

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The rain stopped and the car stopped.

It was completely dark.

Young people and middle-aged people sat around the campfire, preparing dinner for the evening.

Xuanming remained in the carriage because the shackles on his feet were too heavy. He simply didn't have the strength to move them or get off the carriage.

The two ignored him, clearly intending to starve him a little longer.

Anyway, we won't starve to death anytime soon, and if we get weak from hunger, we'll be safer.

Through the gaps in the carriage, Xuanming looked at the two human traffickers, whose atmosphere was somewhat strange.

Actually, there was something off between the two of them before, so they were clearly not a particularly close team.

Especially after his treasure, which cost him two thousand gold soul coins, almost slipped away, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense.

Although the middle-aged man appeared to be the leader, he could tell that the middle-aged man was somewhat wary of the young man.

Although his escape attempt failed, he did see that both of them were Soul Masters.

Judging from the atmosphere between the two, the younger man is probably stronger.

Therefore, in order to appease the dissatisfaction of the young people, the middle-aged man revealed his true value.

However, after he asked that question, the attempt to reassure him seemed to backfire.

One hundred thousand gold soul coins—such a windfall is something you can keep all to yourself; who would be willing to share it with others?
"Boss, are we going to keep starving that kid?"

Finally, the impatient young man spoke up, breaking the awkward silence.

"Let him starve a little longer, so he won't cause any more trouble," the middle-aged man said indifferently.

"But what if it goes hungry? Won't it lose its value?" the young man asked with some concern.

The health condition of the goods is very important; who would want to buy a dog that's about to die?

The middle-aged man frowned slightly. "Give him something to eat."

People from such small, dilapidated places are already prone to stunted growth due to hunger; if they also become emaciated from starvation, that would be a real problem.

The young man, having received permission, ladled a bowl of porridge from the pot, got up, carried it to the carriage, and handed it in, saying, "Have something to eat."

"Thank you." Xuanming reached out his hands to take it, but his weak hands couldn't even hold the bowl of porridge.

The moment the young man let go, the bowl full of hot porridge fell directly onto the carriage, spilling everywhere.

"What's wrong!" The middle-aged man stood up and scolded upon hearing the commotion.

"Boss, this kid's starving, he can't even catch a bowl," the young man said.

"You can't even do this little thing right? Why don't you just leave it in the car for him to drink?" the middle-aged man said impatiently.

The young man subconsciously clenched his fist, but quickly relaxed it.

"Clean it up quickly, we have to travel tomorrow," the middle-aged man said, and then stopped paying attention.

"I'm sorry," Xuanming said weakly.

Upon hearing this, the young man, who had intended to vent his anger on Xuan Ming, paused, "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Xuanming slowly bent down and approached the hot porridge that he had spilled. Regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he grabbed some with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

He was very hungry; he hadn't eaten for several days.

If they continue to starve, they probably won't die, but there will be no chance of them escaping.

In this state of being like a dead dog, let alone running away, even speaking would be difficult.

"Alright, stop touching those. I'll get you another bowl." The young man seemed to be new to this line of work and wasn't entirely heartless. Seeing Xuan Ming like this, he felt a little sorry for him.

Soon, the young man brought Xuanming a bowl of hot porridge, along with a spoon.

This time, he placed it directly on the wooden board in front of Xuanming.

"Eat."

"Thank you." Xuanming buried his head and wolfed down his food.

The young people also started cleaning up the spilled porridge.

Before long, they had both finished what they were doing.

"If you sold me, would you still do such a thing?" Xuan Ming asked. The young man was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

“I heard you say that I’m very valuable,” Xuanming said.

"If you sell me, you probably won't do this kind of thing again, right?"

The young man frowned slightly. "Why are you asking this?"

"The old folks in the village used to say, 'People die for wealth, birds die for food.'" Xuanming said, head bowed.

"Being too greedy can cost you your life."

"Since I'm so valuable, after you sell me and have money, you'd better not do this kind of thing again."

"..."

The young man was silent for a moment, then turned around and walked away.

Xuanming curled up in the corner again and closed his eyes.

……

The next morning.

In a daze, Xuanming felt something poking his head.

He opened his eyes and saw the black dragon growing to his left rear, banging its head against him as if it were having a fit.

Even you're bullying me?

A surge of anger rose within him, and Xuanming sat up. He wanted to show this dragon who truly owned this body!

Before Xuanming could use his two hands to teach the disobedient dragon a lesson, a bloody smell wafted into his nostrils.

Xuanming was slightly taken aback, and the black dragon, which was having an attack, also stopped.

Three heads slowly peered out through the carriage curtain.

An unexpected yet perfectly logical scene unfolded before Xuanming's eyes.

The campsite was in complete disarray, clearly the result of a fierce fight. A middle-aged man with a severed arm lay leaning against the campfire, covered in blood, while a young man lay dead not far away. There were also horses that had been caught in the crossfire and died tragically by the roadside.

In an instant, Xuanming imagined the events of last night.

The two men got into a fight over the spoils, but in the end, the older one proved to be the wiser.

"Boy, come here!" The middle-aged man looked at Xuan Ming listlessly, with a fierce expression on his face.

Xuanming made no move.

"If you don't come over here, I'll kill you!" A dark green longsword appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.

That must be his martial spirit, a poisoned sword.

Xuanming obediently got off the bus.

It should be said that he fell down.

The shackles on his feet were so heavy that he could only move slowly by lifting them with both hands.

"Bring that bag over here." The middle-aged man pointed with his sword at a large leather bag next to the carriage containing water.

Xuanming glanced at the green-glowing longsword in the middle-aged man's hand, but still did as he was told.

When he was running away earlier, this sword fell from the sky and stuck in front of him.

This person is using a flying sword.

"hurry up!"

Seeing that Xuanming couldn't move an inch for a long time, the middle-aged man became somewhat impatient.

"It's too heavy." Xuanming dragged the large bag while pulling on the shackles, which were even heavier than himself, making it impossible for him to move.

The middle-aged man seemed to be badly injured. He had lost his patience and took the key from his waist and threw it in front of Xuanming.

"Hurry up! Don't even think about running away!"

Xuanming picked up the key from the ground, unlocked the shackles, and then dragged the large bag to the middle-aged man.

Only then did he notice that the man's right leg was broken!

The bloody wounds looked as if they had been torn apart by the claws of a wild beast, and they were extremely horrifying to look at!
(End of this chapter)