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"Take out the medicine from the bag and bandage me."
The middle-aged man held the sword and gave the order coldly.
"I don't know how to bandage it." Xuan Ming opened the package.
"Do as I say." The middle-aged man placed the green sword on Xuan Ming's shoulder.
Xuan Ming glanced at the sword on his shoulder and nodded.
Under the middle-aged man's command, Xuan Ming took out the medical materials for stopping bleeding and bandaging from the package and began the clumsy bandaging.
"Be gentle!"
"Sprinkle it on! Sprinkle more! It will stop the bleeding!"
"Ugh!!!"
"…"
After a tense and exciting bandaging process, Xuan Ming was almost exhausted, mainly due to the psychological pressure.
After all, the green poisonous sword was on his neck, and he was really afraid that this guy would accidentally cut him.
However, after being tormented by Xuan Ming, although the middle-aged man stopped bleeding and barely managed to save his life, he was almost exhausted, and even his martial spirit dissipated in his hands.
"Go make me something to eat." The middle-aged man said weakly with his eyes closed.
"Oh." Xuan Ming responded.
Just as he was about to stand up, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and the green sword appeared in his hand again.
"Go put on the chains."
Who said that all the people in Douluo Continent are idiots?
Xuan Ming complained in his heart, walked over and put on the shackles honestly, and resumed his inconvenient state.
"Give me the key." The middle-aged man looked at Xuan Ming coldly.
Xuan Ming held the shackles and did as he was told obediently.
"Don't even think about running." The middle-aged man said coldly.
"I won't give you another chance this time."
Xuan Ming nodded, holding the shackles, and started to make a fire and cook under the gaze of the middle-aged man.
After a long time, the porridge was ready.
Xuan Ming filled a bowl, moved his feet with difficulty, and walked over.
Without waiting for the middle-aged man to say anything, Xuan Ming consciously scooped up a spoonful and brought it to him.
Seeing Xuan Ming being so sensible, the middle-aged man did not put the green sword on Xuan Ming's neck as before, but still held it in his hand.
"You killed him?" Xuan Ming asked suddenly.
"He was the first to start." said the middle-aged man.
"Why?" Xuan Ming asked knowingly.
"Aren't you guys in the same group?"
"People die for money, birds die for food." The middle-aged man held a mouthful of porridge and closed his eyes.
"He's too greedy."
"Yeah..."
Xuan Ming's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly poured the remaining half bowl of porridge in his hand into the middle-aged man's eyes.
"ah!!!"
The porridge was still very hot, which made the middle-aged man scream and he subconsciously wanted to swing his sword.
But while Xuan Ming was pouring the porridge, he controlled the black dragon behind him to bite the hand holding the sword, and the other black dragon bit the middle-aged man's badly damaged left leg.
A bright light flashed, and a spear shining with blood-red light appeared in Xuan Ming's right hand.
This was his second martial spirit, and also the martial spirit of his father whom he had never met, but it seemed to have mutated. Xuan Ming held the spear tightly with both hands, and used all his strength to stab the middle-aged man's heart!
Crack!
There was a sound of bones breaking, and Xuan Ming's bad luck struck again. His spear pierced the middle-aged man's sternum!
At the critical moment of life and death, the middle-aged man struggled frantically, and two soul rings, one white and one yellow, appeared faintly.
Xuan Ming felt a chill in his heart. If he let the other party use his soul skills, he would be dead!
The next moment, the yellow soul ring flashed, as if announcing the arrival of death to Xuan Ming.
In an instant, the fear of being close to death turned completely into anger. Xuan Ming roared, ferocious fangs grew rapidly from his mouth, black scales appeared on his arms, and cold white light surged out of his body.
The middle-aged man's movements inexplicably became slow. Xuan Ming clenched the spear in his hand, raised it with all his strength, and stabbed it down with all his strength!
The sound of bones breaking was heard. This time, the spear, which was empowered by huge force, did not stop at all. It directly shattered the sternum, pierced the heart, and penetrated the middle-aged man's body.
Boom!
Boom!
Thunder roared, dark clouds rolled, and soon, heavy rain poured down, hitting Xuan Ming heavily.
A trace of clarity flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes, and he finally came to his senses. The middle-aged man in front of him whose body was pierced by him was already dead and his body was stiff.
The rain was getting heavier, washing away the bloodstains.
…
After the rain, the sky cleared and Xuan Ming had already escaped from the crime scene.
Unlike before, his body was now full of strength, and there was a force flowing through it that he had never felt before. This should be the so-called soul power.
He didn't know why his soul power only started to flow under such circumstances, but he remembered that there were some special martial spirits in this world that required special awakening ceremonies to be fully awakened.
It seemed that the previous sloppy awakening ceremony did not fully awaken his martial soul, so that his soul power could not flow.
However, the excitement between life and death allowed his soul power to break free from its restraints... No Shit sherlock! That's treatment that only the protagonists get, such as the near-death explosion, will not happen to him.
At that time, his change was due to his second martial soul.
The spear pierced into the middle-aged man's body, touched his blood, soul power, and the spear martial soul's innate ability was triggered.
Devouring can plunder the opponent's blood and energy, that is, vitality, and soul power, and give part of it back to him.
Although his first attack failed, it accidentally triggered the innate ability of the spear martial soul. The plundered soul power entered his body and ran around everywhere, stimulating and triggering his own soul power, and completely activating his black dragon martial soul.
"Field..." Xuan Ming stared at the hemisphere filled with white light in his palm.
This thing is the innate domain of his Black Dragon Martial Soul. The effect is very simple. It can suppress everything within the domain, including but not limited to sound, smell, strength, light, etc. Only he is not affected.
"It's just like a knockoff cosplay." Xuan Ming complained inwardly.
The martial soul awakened into two stupid dragons and a spear, and now the white light field has also appeared.
His current image basically coincides with the combat power ceiling in an anime in his previous life.
But, he is a weakling.
"A turning point in life..." Xuan Ming clenched his right hand, and the white light disappeared in his hand.
Although the Black Dragon Martial Spirit was fully awakened, due to the mutations in his body, he could not retract the two dragons on his back.
Fortunately, he is no longer the ordinary person he used to be.
However, even for a soul master, this image is a bit too eye-catching.
He is a weakling, so ostentatious...
After thinking about it, Xuan Ming tried to control the two dragons behind him and wrapped them around his waist.
It went quite well.
The twin dragons grew out from his spine, and because they were his martial spirits, they possessed his subconscious. At the same time, because the two stupid dragons were connected to his spinal nerves and were under the dual control of nerves and consciousness, some simple stimulations would trigger the activities of the twin dragons without being arranged by the brain, which was why the rebellion occurred.
But when rebelling, the corresponding information stimulates the brain and Twin Dragon will react.
Wrong, one of us! It's really the cat's tail.