Douluo: I am the ancestor of the blood clan

Chapter 4 The King of Slaughter

Although the make-up of the Slaughter Envoy looks scary on the surface, but when Guluo saw the woman's facial features clearly, he found that the appearance of the Slaughter Envoy was actually quite high.

You know, the Killing Messenger is the spokesperson of the Killing King. She is a rose with thorns. Her figure and appearance are not inferior to any beauties. Although she is slightly inferior in strength, this does not hinder her. excellent.

"Leave them alone, I have my own arrangements for this matter."

Gently shaking the golden cup in his hand, Gurod took a sip. The bright red Bloody Mary felt that the taste was not right, and then spit it out again.

Gurod spat it all out, with a disgusted expression on his face: "Bah, blood of this level is really unpalatable, an unpalatable inferior taste."

Killing Messenger: "????"

Bloody Mary was originally used to control the countless soul masters who entered the Slaughter City, and because of this special drink that can control people's hearts and influence people's will, few people have been able to go out of the Slaughter City for so many years. Few people know the real secret of the Killing City.

Suddenly, a pair of blood-red pupils looked at the neck of the Slaughter Envoy, the snow-white skin and the blood vessels flowing through it. Gu Luode seemed to smell the intoxicating smell of blood flowing through the skin.

He licked his scarlet tongue, but this woman was fine. Without Title Douluo level blood, Gu Luode actually didn't have much interest in his heart.

"Come here, drink this thing, this is me, I give you... the supreme gift!"

After finishing speaking, Gurod forced out a puddle of blood from his left hand, which slowly flowed into the golden cup in his hand, and then asked the killing messenger to come over and drink the thing.

"This……"

Although he had doubts in his heart, the Slaughter Messenger did not dare to disobey the King of Slaughter, so he could only come over obediently, and obediently drank all the blood in the golden cup in front of Guluode.

The Messenger of Slaughter, just finished drinking the blood in the golden cup, suddenly his face changed drastically.

"Uh!"

After drinking the blood in the golden cup, the Killing Messenger trembled all over, and then covered his throat with his hands, making a gesture of vomiting, but he still couldn't spit out anything.

"Master King of Slaughter, I... I... feel so painful, my body is so uncomfortable, I am so uncomfortable."

The Slaughter Messenger then fell to the ground, her body contracted like a cat, her expression was very painful, her left hand was covering her abdomen, and cold sweat was streaming down her forehead.

"Pain is right!"

At this time, Guluo took a step forward, walked slowly in front of her, and said with a very calm expression: "Don't worry, this pain will pass soon, I guess, it will last for a day and a night!"

Hearing this, the Killing Messenger's pupils shrank immediately, and the beginning of despair could destroy people's psychological defenses, and she began to collapse.

"Great... King of Slaughter, why, I, what did I do wrong... what?"

The whole body twitched, and the Killing Messenger had difficulty speaking. He barely stretched out his right hand, grabbed Guluode's trousers, and asked unwillingly, especially the sad eyes, like an abandoned girl.

"No, you did nothing wrong, it was me."

Seeing this, Guluo shook his head and said expressionlessly.

At this moment, Guluo did not have any mercy in his eyes. After all, the strong are respected. In this world, the weak have no choice, including her life.

(End of this chapter)