Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"No, I don't need you to help me kill people, I can kill people myself." Ling Bai shook his head, and just as Yang Yimo's pupils were filled with confusion, he said again:

"But I lack a beautiful subordinate. If I have a beautiful girl following me when I kill people, I will look particularly majestic. Are you willing to be my beautiful girl?"

Yang Yimo pondered for a long time, and finally asked with a frown: "But I'm not pretty, and I don't know what kind of beautiful girl you like. I can only practice shooting."

Ling Bai immediately looked dumbfounded. This woman looked so ugly and bad as she seemed.

Although her personality is obviously cold, it does not mean that she is cold as a whole.

Except for his personality, he was a first-rate choice in every aspect. Under this condition, Yang Yimo actually told him seriously that he was not beautiful...

Really old Versailles!

"Let me make a digression." Ling Bai rubbed his slightly swollen temples and asked, "What gave you the illusion that you are not beautiful?"

Liuyang on the side also cast a curious look. She thought Yang Yimo was quite beautiful, with an extremely rare kind of handsomeness.

"Because no one ever told me I was beautiful."

"You... don't know anyone of your own age, especially the opposite sex?"

"Well, I have lived with my tribe since I was a child. If you don't count them, the only person of your age I know is you."

Yang Yimo's cold voice came faintly. It didn't sound like a sigh, but it didn't sound like loneliness, nor did it sound like regret. In short, if you want to find out what kind of tone this is, you may need to consume a lot of brain cells.

Ling Bai exhaled softly. After traveling to Douluo Continent for so many years, Yang Yimo was the first person to make him feel so helpless.

He could tell that Yang Yimo should have been protected at home by Yang Wushuang. He had never been to the Soul Master Academy, so naturally he didn't know any peers or friends. Although he had strong talent and strength, Yang Yimo's life was simple. Like a straight line.

"Then let me tell you now, you are very beautiful, very beautiful." Ling Bai was a little embarrassed, but still firmly reached out to Yang Yimo.

"Would you like to be my pretty girl?"

After a long silence, Yang Yimo gently held Ling Bai's hand.

The moment the two hands held each other, Ling Bai was stunned for a moment. These were a pair of slender hands, but the palms were as rough as sandstone. One could imagine how much hardship the owner of the hands had endured in the past years.

As Yang Yimo said, she only knows how to practice shooting.

If you must sum up Yang Yimo's first ten years in one word, then only those three words are most suitable:

Soul breaking gun.

"Deal, you give me the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product, and I will be your beautiful girl." Yang Yimo said word by word, her eyes in the sunlight were as dark as ink, like the endless night sky.

"Seven days later, go to the Soul Fighting Arena of Wuhundian Academy. I will give you the first task there." Ling Bai gave Yang Yimo the instructions as he threw the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to her.

"understood."

She put away the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product, then turned around and left without stopping for a moment longer.

Yang Yimo's heroic back gradually disappeared from his sight. Ling Bai looked up at the luxurious crystal dome of the Holy Son Palace and murmured:

"The fifth one is still missing the last one..."

There were a total of six children selected, and now there was only one spot left, but Ling Bai was a little embarrassed. Among the students of Wuhundian Academy, he could no longer find anyone with extraordinary talents.

"If your talents are not outstanding enough, then you can only choose from the emotional aspect. That person must be loyal enough to me and the Pope's Palace, and it is best not to have family ties..."

Ling Bai fell into deep thought, one name after another appeared and fell from his mind, but there was still no one who satisfied Ling Bai.

"Your Highness, Holy Son, do you want some tea?"

A touching voice sounded in Ling Bai's ears. Liuyang was holding a cup of fragrant tea. Her ice blue and emerald green pupils were almost overflowing with tenderness.

"Liuyang..."

Ling Bai's eyes lit up. The money should not go to outsiders. Rather than giving someone a stranger a chance, it would be better to give someone Liuyang the chance.

"Liuyang, let me ask you, if I want you to accomplish something that is beyond your limits, are you willing to do it?" Ling Bai confirmed for the last time.

Liuyang blinked her heterochromatic eyes and said matter-of-factly: "From the day His Highness the Holy Son bought me, my life belongs to His Highness the Holy Son. I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"it is good."

Ling Bai smiled with satisfaction. Liuyang's loyalty made him make a decision: "Seven days later, you will also go to the Soul Fighting Arena of Wuhundian Academy."

"Yes, Your Highness Son."

……

Wuhun City is the residence of the Broken Clan.

The tall old man was sitting on a lounge chair in the courtyard, with an unhealthy white color on his face, but his complexion was more energetic than before, as if he had settled a long-standing worry.

"grandfather."

Yang Yimo walked slowly to Yang Wushuang.

"Mo Mo is back." Yang Wushuang smiled heartily, showing no sign of being tortured by poison.

"I found something that cures colorful things." Yang Yimo's communication never goes around the bush and is always straightforward and direct.

"Colorful is the clan's taboo poison. Where can you get the antidote?" Yang Wushuang waved his hand, not believing Yang Yimo at all.

"Given it by Ling Bai."

"what!?"

Hearing this, Yang Wushuang became excited and jumped up from the recliner. He said excitedly: "That Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is not a good person. Cooperating with him is like seeking the skin of a tiger!"

The impression Ling Bai left on him last time was really profound, and it was quite negative. He was like a demon who chooses people to devour. He is deeply scheming and is especially good at seizing the weaknesses of people's hearts.

Yang Wushuang was afraid that Yang Yimo would be eaten to the bone, so he asked tremblingly: "What price did you pay!"

"Be his beautiful girl." The woman's answer was simple, as if it was a simple thing.

Yang Wushuang stared at her big copper eyes, looking at her granddaughter who had never disobeyed him since she was a child and had nothing in her heart except the soul-breaking gun. She raised her palm and swung it with almost all her strength. He was slapped hard.

Yang Yimo's eyes were calm. In fact, she had already expected that Yang Wushuang would be angry and was prepared.

"Snapped!"

There was no pain, and Yang Wushuang's slap actually fell on his face. The right side of his face swelled up, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his face and said in great pain: "What did you do with yourself in exchange for him..."

"Fragrant Qiluo Immortal Grade."