Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"Your Highness the Holy Son, I have something to say."

The dead silence lasted for a long time, and finally a sharp female voice broke the silence.

Zhang Min, she stood at the front of the students with her head lowered, a trace of resentment flashing in her lowered eyes.

Zhang Min clenched her fists. Yang Yimo's last heavy blow directly broke several bones. At this moment, waves of piercing pain came from her back, but compared to the physical pain, the mental torture and Suffering is the most unbearable thing for this proud daughter of Wuhundian Academy.

Since the day she awakened her martial spirit, she has been surrounded by countless compliments. From childhood to adulthood, she has been one of the most watched figures of her age.

But today, the so-called man of the hour was torn to pieces under Yang Yimo's invincible soul-breaking gun. In the future, when people mention Zhang Min's name in Wuhundian Academy, they will probably no longer be filled with admiration and admiration as in the past. Awe.

Because she is a loser, there are always seven people standing above her head. These seven are the existences that the younger generation of Wuhun Palace looks up to and awe.

For Zhang Min, who has a rich background and has been spoiled and arrogant since childhood, this situation is undoubtedly more uncomfortable than killing her.

Once you climb onto the altar that is revered by everyone, you will feel a huge sense of gap when you fall down. Many people cannot bear this gap, resulting in various psychological distortions.

This kind of example is not uncommon, and Zhang Min seems to be showing signs now!

"Say."

Ling Bai uttered one word, his azure eyes cold and indifferent.

"These three people were not from our Wuhundian Academy before, but were brought by His Highness the Holy Son."

Zhang Min stretched out a finger and pointed at Yang Yimo, Ye Lingling and Liuyang.

She is the proud daughter of Wuhundian Academy. Zhang Min can naturally do what Xu Yu noticed, but she has lost her mind at this moment, and anger has overwhelmed her mind.

"So what?" Ling Bai asked back.

"There are some things that I don't need to explain clearly. Everyone knows it. But His Highness the Holy Son, forget about the Soul-Breaking Gun and Jiuxin Begonia. Both of them possess the top martial arts spirits in the world, and their own fighting power is indeed worthy of being selected. Soul Palace Team, so I have nothing to say if they stay..."

To the surprise of most people, Zhang Min first gave Yang Yimo and Ye Lingling high recognition and did not hesitate to praise and admire him. However, only a few people, such as Ling Bai, Hu Liena and Xu Yu, felt their hearts sink. They all knew that Zhang Min's main event is later.

"But this great soul master was selected into the Wuhun Palace team, I can't understand it at all!"

Sure enough, Zhang Min started to target Liuyang, his golden eyes flashing with dazzling light:

"In the past, the minimum standard for the Wuhundian team was the four-ring soul sect, because it represented the face of Wuhundian Academy, the first academy in the mainland! This catwoman only eliminated four losers who had just broken through to the soul sect. What qualifications does she have to represent Wuhun Palace, what’s the use of her!”

Facing Zhang Min's violent outburst, Liuyang stood trembling next to Ye Lingling. There were red and purple scars all over her body. She also paid a heavy price for eliminating the four soul masters.

She's worked hard, really.

She had very little fighting experience, and she only stepped onto the soul fighting stage solely based on her feelings and trust for Ling Bai.

Liuyang is not Yang Yimo or Ye Lingling at the Soul Sect level, she is just a level 29 great Soul Master. She has achieved the limit of what she can do, and it is difficult to ask her to do anything more.

Especially the sentence "What's the use of you" hit the most vulnerable part of Liuyang's heart.

Liuyang still clearly remembers that in the winter of 15 years ago, Xu Ling, the wife of the mansion, came to her and her mother arrogantly with a group of evil servants.

"What use are you, mother and daughter? Living is a waste of food!"

Then the mother and daughter were driven to the woodshed behind the servants' area, and they lived a life of hardship from then on.

When she was six years old, Liuyang was full of expectations to awaken the martial spirit, because this was the only opportunity that could change the life situation of her and her mother. As long as she could awaken the Nether Civet of the Nether Clan, even if Xu Ling was unwilling, she could still It must be reported to his father, Zhu Hanfeng.

However, her martial spirit was a mutated white flame civet. Although the quality of her martial spirit was not inferior to that of the Nether Civet, the mutated martial spirit was not recognized by the Nether Clan, and she could not change anything after all.

That day, Liuyang clearly saw the loneliness in the eyes of her mother in the audience, and the increasingly proud smile on Xu Ling's face. She once again said arrogantly:

"Even if I can't awaken the Nether Civet, it actually mutated into a despicable catwoman. Have you seen the disappointment in Liuyue's eyes? What's the use of you?"

Liuyang returned to the small woodshed holding back her tears, and then burst into tears. Catwoman was like an orc. No matter how beautiful she was, she was just a plaything in the eyes of the nobles.

Not only did she fail to help her mother, she also made the burden on her shoulders even heavier.

A year ago, after years of hard work, Liuyue died of illness. Liuyang returned to the woodshed after hastily burying her mother, and what she saw was Xu Ling's beautiful and domineering face:

"Liu Yue is dead, what use do you think you have, get out!"

She was kicked out and wandered around. Finally, she was caught by a group of businessmen and sent to Tiandou Auction House for auction.

What's the use for you...

What's the use for you...

What's the use for you...

Liuyang shook her head in pain. Zhang Min's words stirred up the memories buried deep in her heart.

Liuyang remembered that day when she hugged Ling Bai across the iron cage. He was as bright as light and everyone regarded her as dust. Only Ling Bai extended his hand to her, so she made up her mind to follow Ling Bai for the rest of her life, no matter what. Anything is fine.

She thought that she had started a new life, that she could already grasp her own light, and that she could stay away from the helplessness and sorrow of being powerless...

But she failed again, she was still useless, fell into the vortex of time again, and became the little white cat who was scolded by Xu Ling at will, huddled behind her mother and trembling.

The world is so cruel, no matter how you resist, it will operate silently, regardless of what you think.

The cat ears on Liuyang's head pulled down, and an inexplicable cold hit her. She opened her arms and hugged herself silently.

This movement makes her look like a small animal, a kitten, a puppy, a calf, a small antelope...

Ling Bai saw everything in his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't tell what kind of little animal Liuyang looked like. In short, it was the kind of little thing with big eyes that could curl up.

Very pitiful, very helpless, and very sad...