Chapter 5 I am a licking dog system, not a slashing system
In the original work, even though Qian Renxue became an angel god in the end, she was still beaten by Xiao Zha San.
Such a weak martial spirit is good enough for a time traveler.
The host with the system is a bit unsatisfactory.
Bibi Dong is fine, just avoid her when you can't beat her in the early stage.
When his strength exceeds hers in the future, it will never be too late to take revenge.
At that time, she can once again experience the fear of being dominated.
Of course, Li Ling was indeed a little greedy for her body.
It's just the one in the later stage of greed.
This doesn't work well now, it lacks the charm of a mature wife.
【Are you afraid of Bibi Dong? 】
The system's contemptuous voice sounded.
[Don’t you know what you are thinking in your heart? Of course, giving you this martial spirit has the purpose of giving you this martial spirit. 】
[Have you not noticed that the light on this angel spirit is any different from the light on the angel spirit in this world that you know? 】
No matter what you say, it's still an angel spirit, and it only has six wings.
"What's the use of different lights? As far as I know, angels have more wings, etc."
Li Ling seemed to suddenly stop talking, as if he had thought of something.
"Seraph, ice blue?"
"Can this also be called emerald color?"
【What do you think? 】
Emerald seraphs?
In some novels with Western fantasy elements, which angel is closest to God?
"Archangel Michael?"
"Even Michael is just the angel closest to God."
"Not even a god, but still not strong enough."
Li Ling was in a dull mood and couldn't arouse any interest.
He touched the stubble on his chin and continued to lick the goddess hard.
See if you can lick out a few more martial souls.
These stubbles were left on purpose by him to enhance his lethality against the goddess.
[This is a fantasy sewer, a world where ordinary angels can call themselves gods. 】
[When you, the Archangel, become a god, you can kill the entire God Realm. 】
The system's tone revealed contempt and disdain for the god of this world.
After hearing these words, Li Ling finally became somewhat interested.
"I actually prefer the black iron rod you lent me."
That black iron rod can't kill anyone, but it can make the person hit 100% fall into a deep sleep.
A person who falls into deep sleep will enter a dream woven by the user of the black iron rod.
In the dream, the holder of the black iron rod is equivalent to the director and screenwriter.
The person hit by the iron rod is equivalent to the protagonist in the dream.
The protagonist in the dream will dream of the plot provided for him by the director and screenwriter.
The memory of the dream will be preserved completely, so that the person who was hit can't tell whether the experience in the dream is real or illusory.
Not long ago, the dream he weaved for Qian Xunji was that after Qian Xunji had a relationship with Bibi Dong, he was kicked out of bed by Bibi Dong and then lost consciousness.
After all, Li Ling is not a professional director or screenwriter, and the preparation of the dream is very rough.
For example, it is inexplicable why Qian Xunji's clothes are neatly dressed.
How could a titled Douluo with a god-level martial spirit lose consciousness so easily?
But the dream is real enough.
Regardless of the strength of the black iron rod, it is very playable.
[As long as you perform well enough in the future, everything will be possible. 】
[For example, turn all your black soul rings into red. 】
"Soul ring?"
Li Ling then remembered that he seemed to be a level 90 titled Douluo. The soul power in his body circulated, and soul rings appeared one after another at his feet.
Nine black soul rings.
"99999 years? You ride a horse."
Li Ling's face instantly darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
You gave away your horse riding soul ring, but you did this again, it must be a bit disgusting.
Either you give them all 10,000-year-old ones, and they all have ten-thousand-year black rings.
Or you can give them all 100,000-year-old ones, all with 100,000-year-old red rings.
If you give someone a difference of 1 year to 100,000 years, wouldn't this kill someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder?
"Master Tong, I am very happy that you can give me so many soul rings."
"But I don't like the age of these soul rings you gave me."
"You make me feel very uncomfortable."
"Can't we get it right in one step and make it all red?"
"All of them are just one year away from becoming famous. What do you mean?"
A 99,999-year-old soul ring might not be much different from a 100,000-year-old soul ring in terms of soul power.
It's just your color, let alone someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Even a normal person will feel a little uncomfortable.
[How about it, do you think the color of these soul rings is dazzling? 】
[Then work hard to complete the system tasks, and I wish you will become famous as soon as possible. 】
You stepped on the horse, and Li Ling rubbed his chin vigorously.
When the system said this, these black soul rings suddenly felt even more dazzling.
"Say in advance, you won't be unlimited 0.999."
"I won't ask you to increase it by month, day or hour."
[Don’t worry, I am a dog-licking system, not a knife-cutting system. 】
"Okay, then I believe you."
Li Ling put away his martial spirit and soul ring, collected his aura, and flew towards the brilliantly lit martial spirit city
As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.
It's all about playing in the dark under a lamp.
Time flies, time flies.
Years passed by in a flash.
In the Wuhun Hall, the atmosphere in the Enshrinement Hall was particularly tense today.
The two groups of people faced each other on the east and west sides, and their swords were at war.
There was a group of people on the east side, headed by a purple-haired lady, followed by several titled Douluo-level powerhouses.
This lady has a stunning face, plump hips and waist, and an indescribably noble temperament. She has an aura that makes people want to worship at her feet.
Wearing a long gauze skirt, her plump and alluring figure was vividly outlined.
She is holding a scepter, with a cold expression, and her whole body exudes a noble and mature charming charm.
The way he moves his hands and feet shows the charm that confuses all sentient beings.
There was a group of people to the west, led by a blond old man, followed by several powerful Titled Douluo men.
Although the old man is old, he still looks hale and hearty, his eyes are shining, and his gaze is like lightning.
Wherever he looked, the air around him seemed to become stagnant.
Beside him stood a five or six-year-old black-haired girl.
The girl has red lips and white teeth, her eyes are as clear and moving as gemstones, and her skin is as good as snow and can be broken by a blow.
Between her eyebrows, there was a hint of the purple-haired lady.
The blond old man looked at the purple-haired beauty with a somewhat indifferent gaze, and there was a hint of vigilance.
"Bibi Dong, what are you doing here?"
Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes glanced at the black-haired girl, and a hint of disgust and resentment flashed through her eyes.
The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her alluring red lips formed an inexplicable arc.
"There are children in the Wuhun Palace who want to awaken their martial souls. As the Pope of the Wuhun Palace, I should come and take a look."
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