Draw Goddess from Douluo

"What's wrong with you, crazy girl? Are you scared and crying?" Liu Yang asked hurriedly, his tone full of worry.

Qi Ling bit her lower lip, as if trying to suppress her emotions. Then, she whispered, "Liu Yang, I'm sorry, I got you into trouble. If I hadn't insisted on coming here to explore, you wouldn't have fallen into such danger."

Liu Yang felt a warm current in his heart when he heard Qi Ling's words. He understood that Qi Ling's guilt and self-blame at this moment were due to her concern and care for him. He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Qi Ling's eyes, then smiled obscurely and lowered his voice and said, "It's none of your business. I also wanted to come and see it myself. Perhaps this is our fate. We encounter such things just after we come out to experience."

Qi Ling listened to Liu Yang's words and smiled sadly. She knew that Liu Yang was trying to comfort her and didn't want her to blame herself too much. However, the guilt in her heart did not decrease at all. Under Liu Yang's surprised gaze, Qi Ling suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the face.

"If I can leave here alive today," Qi Ling's voice trembled slightly, but was full of determination, "I will be your little wife, idiot, okay?"

Liu Yang was stunned. He didn't expect Qi Ling to say such words at this time. His heart was instantly filled with a huge feeling of being touched. He looked at Qi Ling and nodded deeply, "Okay, if you can leave alive, I will marry you."

Liu Yang was overwhelmed by the sudden kiss. The unexpected surprise struck his heartstrings, as if all his troubles disappeared in an instant. However, in this joy, there was also a trace of indescribable sadness, as if he had foreseen the difficulties and challenges he might face in the future. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he seemed to be a little hesitant: "We are still too young, and Senior Sister..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold and ruthless voice suddenly exploded in the air, like a basin of cold water poured on Liu Yang's heart, waking him up from his brief trance. "Okay, two little mice, you have watched the show for so long, come out and die." This was Hitt's voice, cold and full of murderous intent, like the announcement of the god of death, making the atmosphere around them suddenly tense.

Liu Yang was abruptly interrupted by the sudden voice. He looked up and saw Hit standing not far away, holding a long sword in his hand, the sword blade flashing a bloodthirsty red light. Hit's eyes were like a sharp blade, staring straight at the hiding place of him and Qi Ling, as if he had seen through everything.

However, Hitt did not give them much time to think. While Liu Yang was hesitating, Hitt had already swung the sword in his hand, and a startling blood-red sword light cut through the sky and chopped straight at the huge rock where they were hiding. Before the sword light arrived, the sharp sword energy had already made Liu Yang feel a little palpitated. He understood that the power of this sword was by no means ordinary.

Sure enough, there was a loud bang, and the sword light fiercely chopped on the huge rock. Liu Yang and Qi Ling only felt a violent vibration, as if the whole world was shaking at this moment. They stared at the scene in horror: they saw that the sword light actually chopped a crack about half a meter deep on the hard huge rock!

The cracks continued to expand under the destruction of the sword energy, and the hissing sound echoed in the empty mountains, like the mockery of the god of death. Finally, with a deafening roar, half of the rock slid down, revealing Liu Yang and Qi Ling hiding behind. Their faces were full of shock and fear, as if they had just walked through the gates of hell.

Liu Yang stared blankly at the intact rock that had fallen to the ground, feeling a wave of fear in his heart. He gurgled in his throat and swallowed hard, trying to calm his excitement. However, the cold sweat that kept dripping down his forehead betrayed his inner fear. He knew that if the sword had not hit the rock just now, but had fallen directly on them, they would probably have become cold corpses at this moment.