Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"Go straight ahead and turn right." The old man raised his head, his eyes were empty and covered with dirt, and he said that he put the gold coins into his arms.

Cheng Zhu snorted coldly: "Drive!"

"Cheng Guanshi, your attitude is not very friendly." Daofeng in the carriage chuckled and teased.

"Brother Dao Feng laughed, but Brother Dao Feng, don't underestimate the blind old man just now. He can survive in such a state of desperation. He must not be a kind person. You must know that there are no good people in the sin area, and good people cannot survive here, so absolutely There will be no handouts."

"Looking at his breath is definitely not a kind person. I'm afraid I'm waiting for the night to fall by the side of the street before committing some murders." The carriage followed the direction pointed by the blind old man.

The old man stood up slowly, hollow and terrifying, watching the car drive away silently with creepy eyes.

"I have money to drink..."

It's nice not to have to kill.

The unkempt blind old man leaned on a bamboo pole and moved to another street.

"Hahahaha! Good!"

"Brothers are good, six six six! Three fives! One boat! Ha, you lost! Drink!"

"Big bald head, how did that chick taste last night? The ass is so hot, you must have had a blast last night, and you guys will drool when you say it!"

"Hey, let me tell you guys, I lost my soul last night! I was almost sucked dry by that little brat!"

"Brave-headed brother, tell me the details, let the brothers open their eyes!"

"..."

"Snapped!"

"Damn it! How dare you underestimate me?!"

"Why do you underestimate you? If you have the ability to go to the bloody battle arena! If you don't dare to go, you are my grandson!"

Dao Feng jumped out of the car and looked at the fallen sign and smiled: "It's quite lively."

"Brother Dao, think clearly, there is really no turning back after entering the City of Slaughter." Cheng Zhu was not as free and easy as Dao Feng, and his businessman-like tact had been put away at this moment, and he was very serious.

Dao Feng spread his hands and said helplessly: "There is no turning back now, once I turn back, there will be big bosses coming to kill me."

"Oh~" Cheng Zhu sighed.

Knowing that this may have something to do with his own Wuhun Temple, the inside story is not what he should know, he can know it.

"Let's go, I'll give Brother Dao a ride." Cheng Zhu made a gesture of invitation.

"Wow, it's really sweet." Dao Feng smiled and shook his head.

Why don't you say send yourself on your way?

Heading towards the tavern, the hand carved like jade pushed towards the half-person-high door.

"It was too late to say it, but it was too fast! I was squinting my eyes to enjoy it at that time, when the girl suddenly pressed my chest, Xiaoman raised her waist, and fiercely zuoxia, tsk tsk, even though I shot to the end, it almost killed me!"

"squeak--"

A piercing shriek interrupted the foul-mouthed and obscene crowd in the gloomy tavern.

One pair was surprised, and my big eyes turned to the source of the sound with malicious intentions.

Dao Feng smiled: "Everyone, please continue and ignore me."

It can be said that the spring breeze is born with a smile, the dark room is bright, and the gloomy and dull tavern seems to be illuminated by light.

The indifferent bartender at the bar, dressed in a decent red and black robe, had a look of surprise in his eyes.

In fact, it's not just the bartenders, but the shirtless and foul-mouthed big men in the field are even more unbearable.

"What's the origin of this little boy?"

"I don't know, but I am definitely not a regular customer, otherwise I have no reason not to know."

"Hey, this little boy's skin is whiter and tenderer than those girls..."

"If this kid is captured and sold to nobles with special hobbies, we will make a fortune."

"Shut up! This kid is not something we can provoke."

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

The bald man looked at Dao Feng and swallowed hard, propping up a small tent on his crotch.

My darling, if I can put this little boy on the bed... I'm afraid it will be more exciting than that little bratty, bald-headed guy last night.

Cheng Zhu lightly swept the field with malicious intentions, or whispering, or even ants like a bald man staring at the blade with green light like a hungry ghost.

That's right, ants, ants who don't know how to live or die.

These ants, who are no taller than the soul sect, have no idea what kind of terrifying existence this seemingly harmless little boy in front of them is.

This is a monster with pure jihad power at level [-]!

It only takes a few swords to kill them...

"What do you want to drink?" The bartender was a middle-aged man in his forties, thin, with obvious lines on his face, giving him a rigid and indifferent look.

Dao Feng smiled and said, "I'm going to the capital of killing."