Douluo's Heartless Sword

Chapter 23 Quiet Night
"You still have to leave after all!"

There seemed to be a sad laughter coming from the chaos, so familiar and so sad. Hearing its cry, Ye Ling felt extremely depressed in his heart, as if the pain of being torn apart came from his mind!
"Who are you? Who are you?" Ye Ling roared in panic, because he seemed to feel the voice going away, so reluctant!
"who am I?"

Unknowingly, tears blurred his cheeks, and even he didn't know how to be sad, how to cry.

……

"Cough cough...!"

Ye Ling opened his eyes, the dazzling lights kept flickering, shining on the bed he was lying on, and a small pink figure was also reflected in Ye Ling's eyes.

"Hey!"

For some reason, Ye Ling felt a tingling pain in his head. He seemed to have had a dream just now, but when he woke up, he didn't remember everything in the dream, and there was still a little wetness in the corner of his eyes, as if he had cried because of the things in the dream.

It was already pitch black outside, and the stars dotted the night sky, making it look a bit lonely!
"What exactly did I dream about?" Ye Ling was puzzled, looked sideways at Ning Rongrong who was leaning against the bed and fell asleep tiredly, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover her head.

Touching a head of pink hair in his hands brought a slight coolness, the silky touch made Ye Ling linger, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

"Well... don't make trouble!"

Ning Rongrong seemed to sense Ye Ling's mischievous hand, and in a daze reached out to hit the hand on top of her head.

"hey-hey!"

Ye Ling smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Ning Rongrong lightly, and slowly moved his head close to her ear and cheek, as if he wanted to lean on her.

"Fool!"

But when he was about to lean up, Ye Ling suddenly woke up, sat upright, looked at this silly girl, and said in a distressed low voice,

"Ah! Ye Ling...!"

Although Ye Ling could lower his voice, Ning Rongrong still heard it. He jumped up from the bed and looked around in a panic. It turned red.

"You're exhausted! How long have I been in a coma?" Ye Ling softly said, fingers slowly brushing over Ning Rongrong's beautiful hair that hung on her face.

"I... I... didn't wait for a long time!" Ning Rongrong said in a panic, her pretty face became more and more rosy, as if she could bleed.

"Half a day!"

Ye Ling was amused by her, how could she hide it like this, she didn't even pretend to be herself, she was so cute!

"Hmph! How dare you laugh at me!"

Ning Rongrong also noticed her slip of the tongue, seeing Ye Ling's smirk, she suddenly became angry, and stretched out her claws to scratch Ye Ling's body.

"Ouch! Don't grab, don't grab... I was wrong, I was wrong..."!
There was a burst of laughter in the room.

……

"Looks like he woke up! That kid!"

Outside the door, Flender looked at the distant starry sky reminiscently while listening to the laughter in the room. It seemed that a long time ago, he had been so happy and laughed so wantonly!

"Ok?"

Suddenly, a breath came, and Flender immediately raised his head and looked in that direction, "It's so late, where is Wuji going?"

The aura that Flender felt came from Zao Wou-ki who was running towards the woods quickly. Flender quickly covered it with mental strength, and saw Zao Wou-ki's flustered and surprised expression.

"No! Someone is making trouble!" Flender woke up suddenly, released his martial soul instantly, and flew towards Zhao Wou-ki's direction.

……

"May I ask what your Excellency is looking for me?" Zhao Wuji came to an open woodland, clasped his fists in the dark woods, and said,
"Nothing! Can't I find you?"

A heavy voice came from the darkness, it seemed to be from a man, just as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in shabby linen clothes slowly walked out of the darkness!

"Your Excellency?" Zhao Wuji still clasped his fists and asked respectfully, after all, the strength of this person in front of him is definitely stronger than his own.

"Your Majesty is a titled Douluo of a generation, what's the point of coming to my Shrek Academy?" Flender also rushed over quickly, and landed on a treetop beside him, looking at the people who were coming from the dark with scorching eyes. A middle-aged man who walked out of the

"Didn't Zhao Wou-ki have a great time fighting those two kids today? He actually used all seven soul skills!" The man walked out from the darkness, but now he looked at Zhao Wou-ki with a hint of anger in his decadent eyes.

"you are?"

Flender was a little puzzled, and his eyes suddenly shrank since the man showed his face.

"If you hit the young one, the old one will come naturally!" The man said in a deep voice, the martial spirit was also released at this moment, a huge hammer hit the ground fiercely, and circles of spirit rings slowly appeared at his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, nine soul rings rose from under his feet, hovering around his body, spinning non-stop!
"10-year soul ring!" Flender and Zao Wou-ki said in unison, a trace of cold sweat broke out from Zao Wou-ki's forehead, and he seemed to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"May I ask if your surname is Tang!" Flender said in surprise.
"This seat is Tang Hao! Title is Haotian!" The middle-aged man raised his head, revealing his stubbled cheeks, which should have been ordinary but looked extremely majestic against the backdrop of the nine soul rings beside him.

"Your Majesty..." Zao Wou-ki said in a cold sweat behind his back,

"Come here! I don't need a martial spirit today!" Tang Hao looked at Zhao Wuji sharply and said,

"This... this...!" Zao Wou-ki turned his head to look at Flender on the tree in some embarrassment, as if begging for help with a bitter face.

"This... since His Majesty Haotian wants to give you some advice, you just accept it!" Flender glanced at Tang Hao, then said in a deep voice to Zhao Wou-ki,

"I!"

"Senior... please do it... lightly!" Zhao Wuji tremblingly said,
……

"what!"

"puff!"

"Help!"

……

"What? Have you taken it yet?" Tang Hao asked, looking at Zhao Wuji who was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face.
"I'm convinced! I'm convinced!" Zhao Wuji dared to say no!Enduring the pain on his face, he promised,

"Hmph! It's fine if you accept it. You know that my child was beaten, and I'm not the only one who wants to pay for it!" Tang Hao glanced at the dark place behind Flender and said,

"The famous Haotian Douluo actually appears here! It seems that even if you can't beat him up today, it's not a loss!" A cold voice came from the darkness behind Flender, and a sharp sword light flashed However, a white-clothed and white-haired man who looked like a peerless sword suddenly appeared above the open space without warning!
"Sword Douluo's reputation is not small!" Tang Hao smiled slightly,
"Ah!"

The figure in white is falling!

"Dean Flender, tell the truth! I came here today to vent my anger on my lover and my little princess, but since someone has already helped me, let's talk about the second thing directly!"

(End of this chapter)