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Chapter 136 Recipe: 3 tablespoons of soy sauce...

Chapter 136 Recipe: Three spoons of soy sauce.

Jiang Siming stared closely at the three Titled Douluo and Zhu Changsheng in front of him without making any move.

After all, the attack that he blocked for Jian Douluo just now was an attack from three Titled Douluo. Jiang Siming's martial spirit was shattered. The blood in his body surged violently, and a fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, but Jiang Siming suppressed it tightly.

"Zhu Xingtian, Zhu Xingdi, Zhu Xingren, you three shameless old creatures. A dignified Titled Douluo actually launched a sneak attack!" Jian Douluo said coldly.

"Haha! We are agile attack type soul masters, not to mention the one who comes is Jian Dao Chen Xin, how dare we be arrogant?" Zhu Xingtian said with a grim smile.

Both sides snorted coldly, and all their eyes were focused on Jiang Siming.

Zhu Changsheng, who was originally angry, looked at the young man wearing a half mask in front of him, and a hint of madness appeared in his eyes. He was sure that the man in front of him must be Jiang Siming, whom he had been looking for.

"You finally show up! Jiang Siming! Hand over the formula of the bullet and I will let you go!" Zhu Changsheng laughed crazily.

Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Changsheng, lowered his head and pretended to think to delay time, while his soul power circulated rapidly around his body to calm the surging blood and qi in his body.

Zhu Changsheng and the three Titled Douluo of the Zhu family were also waiting for Jiang Siming's reply with some excitement.

From the Zhu family's perspective, the only bargaining chip now is Zhu Zhuqing and others in the hotel. With tens of thousands of troops surrounding the hotel, even if Jiang Siming and Jian Douluo are powerful, they cannot take Zhu Zhuqing and others away safely.

But if it really comes to the point of forcibly seizing the formula, I'm afraid the Zhu family will also suffer a heavy blow, so Jiang Siming's decision at this time is very critical to the Zhu family.

Jiang Siming glanced at the four people from the Zhu family, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of ruthlessness.

Jiang Siming would never hand over the formula of the bullet to the Zhu family. Who would be willing to share something unique to them with others? Once he handed it over, Jiang Siming would truly lose his bargaining chip.

In fact, at this moment, there are troops controlled by the Zhu family gathering outside Xingluo City. As long as Jiang Siming hands over the formula, the Zhu family can send troops into the city unscrupulously and kill the two men in Xingluo City.

By that time, the Zhu family's soul master combat power had only lost a few soul douluos and soul saints, but they controlled bullets that could greatly increase the combat power of the army. As for the tens of thousands of soldiers, they were not worth mentioning in their eyes. Even if they were impeached for bringing troops into the city without permission, the Dai family would not dare to easily target the Zhu family.

The atmosphere in the air was frozen for a long time, and was finally broken again.

"Okay! I promise you!" Jiang Siming said lightly. At this moment, the surging blood in his body finally calmed down.

Hearing that Jiang Siming actually agreed, the four members of the Zhu family couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy in their eyes, but they became more alert to Jiang Siming's possible unusual movements at any time.

Hearing that Jiang Siming actually agreed, Jian Douluo behind him was stunned at first, and then secretly prepared to attack at any time. With Jian Douluo's understanding of Jiang Siming, Jiang Siming would not compromise so easily.

Moreover, the Zhu family secretly led troops into the city at this moment, causing such a big commotion. Even though the Zhu family's strength was slightly higher than that of the Dai family, the latter was the royal family of a country after all, controlling more than 90% of the empire's troops.

The Zhu family will definitely look for a scapegoat, and who would be more suitable than Jian Douluo and Jiang Siming?

"Who of you can come and get it?" Jiang Siming took out a parchment scroll from his arms, which looked very ancient.

The four members of the Zhu family looked at each other, and all three Titled Douluo took a fancy to Zhu Changsheng.

Zhu Changsheng couldn't help but curse in his heart, but he was also very helpless. Although he was the head of the family, his strength still remained at the Soul Douluo level, and he would always be one level lower than the Grand Elder who was a Titled Douluo.

Zhu Changsheng clicked his tongue in his heart, took a deep breath and roared, staring at the parchment scroll in Jiang Siming's hand with some greed in his eyes, and walked towards Jiang Siming step by step very vigilantly. Although he did not believe that Jiang Siming could cause any harm to him, the Sword Douluo behind Jiang Siming could.

When he was five meters away from Jiang Siming, Zhu Changsheng stopped and shouted, "Throw it over here!"

"No! Zhuqing and the others have to go first, otherwise I will tear up the recipe immediately!" Jiang Siming just grabbed the parchment scroll in his hand, as if it could be destroyed at any time.

Zhu Changsheng hesitated for a moment. If he really let Zhu Zhuqing and the others go, he was not sure whether Jiang Siming would turn against him. After all, if it were only Jian Douluo and Jiang Siming, they might not be able to stop the two of them.

Zhu Changsheng turned around and looked at the three great elders, who nodded without hesitation. Seeing how confident they were, Zhu Changsheng felt relieved.

Just when Jiang Siming and Jian Douluo were not paying attention, Zhu Xingtian waved to the leader of the Changlin Army behind them.

"Okay! I promise you!" Zhu Changsheng said in a deep voice.

"You old bastard, bring Zhuqing and the others out!" Jiang Siming said to Jian Douluo behind him, but his eyes were fixed on Zhu Changsheng and others in front of him.

Jian Douluo slowly pushed his way into the hotel, and after a moment brought out Zhu Zhuqing and the other two.

"Si Ming!" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Jiang Siming's back as he stood alone in front of her, and then at the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood around him. She couldn't help but recall the scene in the Spirit Hall again. Tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks, but she didn't step forward easily, for fear of causing more trouble for Jiang Siming.

"Zhuqing, come here." Jiang Siming called out in a low voice.

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled, and she quickly ran towards Jiang Siming and hugged him.

"Zhu Qing! Be good, you guys go first, okay? I will definitely catch up with you, believe me!" Jiang Siming said softly, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off Zhu Changsheng in front of him.

"I only have one request of you, and it will only be this one request in this life! To stay alive!" Zhu Zhuqing pressed her cracked lips against Jiang Siming's face and whispered in Jiang Siming's ear.

"Take it." Jiang Siming hugged Zhu Zhuqing gently, quietly handed the Bi Hai Qian Kun Cover to Zhu Zhuqing, and whispered to her how to use it.

"You old bastard! Please send Zhuqing and the others away first!" Jiang Siming said to Jian Douluo behind him.

Although Jian Douluo didn't understand what Jiang Siming wanted to do, he still mentioned the weak Dai Mubai.

"I will stay. It's time to show your sincerity!" Jiang Siming looked at Zhu Changsheng and said coldly.

Zhu Changsheng touched his chin and slowly waved behind him. It was impossible for Jiang Siming to escape alone.

In an instant, a wide avenue appeared between the densely packed troops.

"Be good!" Jiang Siming said as he gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's hair.

In response, there was a loving hug.

A quarter of an hour later.

As Jian Douluo led Zhu Zhuqing and the other two slowly left the battlefield.

At this moment, all the focus was on Jiang Siming.

"What? Hand over the formula? I might consider letting you go!" Zhu Changsheng finally felt relieved at this moment. Without the huge threat of Jian Douluo, Jiang Siming was just a soft persimmon that he could easily bully in his eyes.

"Okay! Then you can take it!" Jiang Siming smiled strangely and threw the parchment scroll into the sky.

The assassins, including the Changlin Army, the three Titled Douluo and Zhu Changsheng all stared at the parchment scroll that was thrown high into the air.

Zhu Changsheng jumped up excitedly and grabbed the parchment scroll.

The three Titled Douluo hurried forward, and Zhu Xingtian snatched the parchment scroll from Zhu Changsheng's hand.

Although Zhu Changsheng was very dissatisfied with being robbed, he did not dare to show it at all.

Zhu Xingtian slowly opened the parchment scroll. The four of them stared at the scroll and didn't pay any attention to Jiang Siming standing beside them.

"Three spoons of soy sauce and two spoons of chicken essence. Haha! I finally got it!" Zhu Xingtian said with a big laugh. Although he didn't know anything written on the parchment scroll, he thought that he just hadn't heard of it.

Zhu Xingtian slowly raised his head and looked at Jiang Siming grimly.

"Since we have got the things, we can't let you go! Don't worry, those evil creatures still can't escape!" Zhu Xingtian said coldly with his head down.

(End of this chapter)