My sign-in life in Douluo.

Chapter 160 Hostage Ren Xue

Chapter 160 Holding Qian Renxue Hostage

"Are you really not afraid that I will kill you?" Jiang Siming said coldly.

"You won't kill me, because that woman's life is in my hands!"

Jiang Siming had a bad feeling in his heart. Tang Yuehua, who was originally kneeling, had a painful look on her face and spat out a mouthful of dark blood.

"I thought I was wasting my time, but I didn't expect it to come in handy. The poison of my Spirit Hall is not so easy to cure." Qian Renxue remained calm on her pale face, but she was very panicked in her heart.

The wound caused by Jiang Siming's Juexian Sword could not heal, causing blood to flow continuously from Qian Renxue's neck. Even if Qian Renxue secretly circulated her soul power to stop the bleeding, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Soul masters are also human beings. Even a master at the Soul Sage level may die from blood loss.

"Your life should be more valuable than hers, right?" Jiang Siming's face was still cold, and he didn't seem to be disturbed by Tang Yuehua's poisoning and vomiting blood.

"Why do you need to lie to yourself? The fact that you still have the patience to talk to me here, hasn't that been proven?" Qian Renxue raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she was very confident in herself.

When Qian Renxue saw half masks produced by Yuexuan in all major shops in Tiandou City, she had already misunderstood that Jiang Siming and Tang Yuehua had a special relationship.

However, Qian Renxue's misunderstanding was a blessing in disguise. Jiang Siming really didn't want Tang Yuehua to die because of him. First, Tang Yuehua had helped Jiang Siming before, and second, Tang Yuehua was Tang San's aunt.

"You don't have much time left. In half an hour at most, this woman will die because of you." Qian Renxue continued.

"Do you really think you have me in your control?" Jiang Siming stared at Qian Renxue's beautiful face, his words becoming colder and colder.

Jiang Siming would not let Qian Renxue go easily. The royal family's batch of bullets might have been controlled by Qian Renxue. How could Jiang Siming allow such a huge hidden danger?

Tang Yuehua, who was kneeling on the ground with a painful expression, heard Jiang Siming's cold words. She had not dared to look into his eyes. Now she finally looked at Jiang Siming's tall back with relief. Her eyes revealed despair and relief.

"Come here!" Jiang Siming's cold voice sounded again.

Tang Yuehua, who was already in despair, trembled slightly, unsure whether Jiang Siming was calling her.

"Do you think there is anyone else here?" Jiang Siming said impatiently on purpose.

Tang Yuehua's desperate eyes seemed to have a little more spirit. She supported herself tremblingly and walked towards Jiang Siming.

"If time continues to drag on like this, it will not be good for you or me." Qian Renxue didn't understand what Jiang Siming wanted to do, but she had a bad feeling. She couldn't help but feel a little anxious and said again.

"You are very smart, but I hate being threatened the most!" Jiang Siming said as he bit his finger.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua had already walked to Jiang Siming's side. Before she could react, the comfort of a warm jade-like finger spread throughout her body.

Jiang Siming had taken the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product, and he was already immune to all poisons. Even his blood had the effect of detoxifying, so although it might not be able to detoxify Tang Yuehua, it should be no problem to temporarily suppress it.

With Tang San and Poison Douluo, two masters of poison, it is easy to cure Tang Yuehua's poison.

Watching Tang Yuehua's face gradually regain its color, Jiang Siming withdrew his fingers.

With her eyes closed, Tang Yuehua, who was still unsatisfied, subconsciously reached out and held Jiang Siming's fingers.

"Let go!" Jiang Siming said coldly.

Tang Yuehua was frightened by Jiang Siming's sudden cold voice and trembled, and let go of Jiang Siming's fingers.

Jiang Siming turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue's increasingly pale face. He said coldly, "Do you think you still have bargaining chips now?"

"Do you think you can escape like this? For this operation, my Spirit Hall has sent ten Titled Douluo and dozens of Soul Douluo. Even if the two old ghosts from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect all come, they will die with hatred on the spot!" Qian Renxue was already a little exhausted at this moment, and blood had dyed her goose yellow dress red.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Siming moved the Juexian Sword away, used his soul power to seal the opponent's soul power, and stopped the bleeding at the same time. Qian Renxue could not die yet, and Jiang Siming still needed a bargaining chip in exchange to regain the batch of bullets.

"Hand over the bullets in your hands, and I promise not to kill you." Jiang Siming said coldly.

Qian Renxue, who had temporarily lost her soul power, had completely lost the power to resist.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that all the bullets are on the ten elders of my Spirit Hall. Don't you think you can get them? Even if you exchange me for them, do you think you can get out of this palace?" Qian Renxue looked at Jiang Siming with mocking eyes, as if she was sure of victory.

The Spirit Hall was well prepared, and even if this operation failed, they could bring back all the bullets with the help of ten Titled Douluo.

But no matter how much she planned, she didn't expect that Qian Renxue would cause the biggest change to Jiang Siming because of Qian Daoliu's words.

Jiang Siming didn't want to waste any more time talking to this stubborn woman in front of him.

He put Qian Renxue on his waist with his backhand and said to Tang Yuehua who was still in a daze, "Stay with me, otherwise if something happens, I won't risk saving you again."

Tang Yuehua looked at the man in front of her who was pretending to be indifferent, feeling mixed emotions.

Jiang Siming didn't care what Tang Yuehua was thinking and walked straight towards the bamboo forest.

Tang Yuehua followed closely behind.

Outside the bamboo forest, a group of Spirit Hall masters instantly surrounded the two of them.

"Little Lord!"

"I advise you not to come near!" Jiang Siming said coldly, and the Juexian Sword was once again placed on Qian Renxue's neck.

At this time, in front of Emperor Xue Ye's bedroom.

There are ten Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall, and dozens of Soul Douluo-level powerhouses.

Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo and Haotian Douluo Tang Hao, who had rushed over, were stopped outside the bedroom.

At this moment, Tang San was in the bedroom, giving acupuncture frantically, and Poison Douluo was guarding by his side, fearing that something unexpected might happen.

Outside the bedroom, it was a mess.

The prosperous high-rise buildings collapsed in an instant and turned into ruins.

"stop!"

A loud shout suddenly broke the intense and tense atmosphere of the battle.

Jiang Siming rushed over with Qian Renxue and Tang Yuehua, followed by a dozen Spirit Hall masters.

"Young Master!" A Titled Douluo was distracted when he saw Qian Renxue's blood-soaked waist on Jiang Siming's waist.

The next moment, the huge Clear Sky Hammer came crashing down on the old man, hammering him hard into the ground, creating a huge deep pit.

The fierce battle stopped instantly, and all eyes were focused on Jiang Siming.

The old man in the deep pit also climbed out and looked at Jiang Siming in front of him with fierce eyes.

(End of this chapter)