Starting from Douluo to become a god against the sky

This made his desire to solve the problem of Qian Renxue's mother and daughter in his heart getting stronger and stronger, no matter whether it succeeded or not, he had to try it.

...

Throughout the night, Jiang Chen stared his eyes wide, unable to fall asleep at all, until early in the morning, he finally fell asleep with exhaustion.

When he woke up, it was almost noon, and Bibi Dong was no longer in the room at this time.

Jiang Chen got up to his feet, checked his body, and after confirming that there were no missing parts, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his skirt numbly, put on his own clothes, untied the pigtails on his head, and finally rushed into the bathroom to take off the red makeup on his face.

After doing all this, he finally felt relieved.

Taking another look at the room that had suffered him all night, Jiang Chen quickly left.

He went straight back to his residence, and Bibi Dong did not send anyone to look for him.

After a day of absent-minded practice, Bibi Dong sent a maid again in the evening.

Jiang Chen followed the maid away with anxiety in his heart, wondering whether Bibi Dong would repeat what happened yesterday.

To his luck, this time, the maid took him directly to the study.

In the study, Bibi Dong was carefully reviewing the documents, and when Jiang Chen came in, she raised her cheek slightly.

"You came."

"Well, teacher, what can I do?"

Bibi Dong seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, stood up and walked to Jiang Chen.

"The registration for the death camp is almost over. You can leave tomorrow. I will arrange for someone to take you there."

"Okay." Jiang Chen replied.

Bibi Dong squatted down, helped Jiang Chen tidy up his clothes, and said softly, "You are my most anticipated disciple. Your talent is better than Nana. I hope you can come out of there alive and become our Wuhun Temple. The brightest new star."

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "Teacher, rest assured, I will definitely be back."

"I won't say much about parting. I won't go to see you off tomorrow, either. Someone will pick you up and leave."

"The teacher is here to give you a promise. If you behave well in the future, the teacher will try to help you to become the saint son of the Wuhun Temple. You have to be a little better and don't let the teacher down."

Jiang Chen's heart was shocked. He didn't expect Bibi Dong to expect so much of him.

Son, the status is equal to that of the saint. The heirs of the pope have always been selected among the saints or saints.

Chapter 62 Death Camp

"Thank you teacher, I will definitely work hard." Jiang Chen said gratefully.

He is not a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune. He is eager to be strong, and having power can make him stronger easily.

"In addition, the teacher has already greeted the chief instructor of the concentration camp. During the training period of the concentration camp, you can ask him for help once, but only once. The teacher can only help you so much."

Jiang Chen was a little touched, Bibi Dong's arrangement undoubtedly gave him an amulet, an advantage over others.

Bibi Dong looked at Jiang Chen, and the look on that stunning face suddenly became complicated.

"Xiaochen, you can't tell anyone about what happened last night, you know?"

Jiang Chen nodded repeatedly, "I see, this is the secret between me and the teacher, and no third person will know it."

He is afraid, I am afraid he will dare to say nothing at this time, it is estimated that Bibi Dong will kill people immediately.

"Well, go back, the teacher is looking forward to your performance."

...

When Jiang Chen returned to his residence, instead of being afraid, he was a little bit looking forward to the coming life in the concentration camp.

If at the beginning, when Bibi Dong was his teacher, he was awe-inspiring by Bibi Dong's mighty strength, but now he is willing to do it.

In the early morning, the sun had just risen, and there was already a middle-aged man with a cold expression waiting downstairs in Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen didn't have much to pack, only some daily necessities.

The scent of Hu Liena still remained in this pink room, and Jiang Chen's eyes vaguely saw the two people training here a few days ago.

After taking a deep look, he closed the door and came to the cold middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man did not speak, and walked directly outside, Jiang Chen quickly followed.

Bibi Dong didn't appear until he left the Papal Palace.

Before going down to the foot of the mountain, Jiang Chen turned and looked up.

At the entrance of the Papal Palace halfway up the mountain, a woman wearing a golden papal robe and a crown was standing.

Jiang Chen waved his hand vigorously, and then got into the carriage.

Watching the carriage go away, a smile appeared on Bibi Dong's face, and the guards on both sides of the steps immediately lowered their heads, not daring to offend.

The speed of the carriage is very fast, and it is a spirit beast that is similar to the horse, which is faster and has longer endurance.

After a short while, Jiang Chen found that the carriage had left Wuhun City and drove quickly in a direction he didn't know.

Jiang Chen suddenly became bored, so he focused on the cold middle-aged man driving the car.

"Uncle, where is the concentration camp?"

"Uncle, what is your cultivation base?"

"Uncle, how long will we get there?"

What left Jiang Chen speechless was that the middle-aged man was like a speechless puppet, and even the expression on his face had not changed.

Since picking him out, the middle-aged man has never said a word.

Jiang Chen reluctantly closed his mouth and started practicing quietly.

Although the effect of cultivation during the day is not as good as that of the evening, it is better than nothing. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat.

The carriage went all the way, Jiang Chen had never seen a town, even a small village had not appeared, and there was no one on the road.

However, this concentration camp should not be far from Wuhun City. After only a day's journey, the carriage speed slowed down.

Jiang Chen pulled the curtain of the car, and in front of him, a black city appeared in his line of sight. Perhaps it was not a city, because it was much smaller than any city Jiang Chen had seen.