Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

The bright moon hangs in the sky, shedding its thin smoke-like moonlight, and the stars in the sky shine like diamonds.

"Boom boom boom!"

"who is it?"

A knock on the door interrupted the silence, and the pretty little girl yawned and asked.

"Excuse me, is this Yang Yimo's home?"

The beautiful female voice is like a clear spring in a mountain stream, and it is more beautiful than the music of the piano that the little girl has ever heard.

Hearing the familiar name, the little girl opened the door. The moment she saw the person coming, the little girl was stunned.

A gentle woman who can make people fall in love with her when they first meet her. The corners of her rosy lips outline a soft arc. The night wind blows, and her snow-white clothes are gently fluttering.

"Sister, it's so late, are you still looking for Sister Momo?" the little girl asked blankly.

The woman gently touched the little girl's silky hair and chuckled: "She was injured today. I was not worried, so I asked others about her residence. What's your name, little sister?"

"My name is Yang Yichen."

The little girl subconsciously said that the woman seemed to have a special charm that made people trust her involuntarily.

"Hello Yichen, my name is Ye Lingling. I am your sister's... friend."

When it came to the relationship with Yang Yimo, Ye Lingling paused for a moment, and finally chose friends.

In fact, they only met on the first day. Yang Yimo was a cold-blooded person, and he was far from being a friend. At most, he could only be considered a teammate. But whenever Ye Lingling thought of Yang Yimo's bloody palm, she felt that the other party He should be a very good person and they can become friends.

Unexpectedly, when the word friend was mentioned, Yang Yichen's eyes lit up, "Sister Ye is sister Momo's friend? Great, sister Momo finally has a friend!"

Ye Lingling opened her lips, and her pretty face was filled with confusion. Because of Jiuxin Haitang's absolute healing ability and her kind and gentle personality, she had never lacked friends since she was a child, so she couldn't understand why Yang Yichen was so angry because Yang Yimo had a friend. So excited.

"Sister Momo is still practicing shooting in the courtyard at this time, I will take you to find her!"

Yang Yichen couldn't help but hold Ye Lingling's delicate hand and walk away, as if she was afraid that Ye Lingling would suddenly run away.

On the way, Ye Lingling asked curiously: "Yichen, what did you mean when you said that Yang Yimo finally has a friend... Has she never had any friends?"

"Yes." Yang Yichen nodded, "Sister Mo Mo has never attended a soul master academy, and her grandfather taught her cultivation and marksmanship.

Apart from breaking through the realm to obtain a soul ring, she rarely even leaves home. Her life seems to consist only of practicing guns, so naturally she has no friends. "

"Is that so..."

After hearing Yang Yichen's description, Ye Langling immediately thought of Yang Yimo's life, resting alone, eating alone, practicing alone, practicing spears alone...

All in all, she does everything alone. The strong and cold woman is so lonely that people feel pity for her.

"Sister Ye, please be on good terms with Sister Mo Mo. Although she looks cold and doesn't like to talk, she is actually very soft-hearted. As long as I act coquettishly, she can't do anything to me... …”

Yang Yichen looked up at Ye Lingling, her big watery eyes shining with the light of prayer.

In Yang Yichen's view, Ye Lingling is Yang Yimo's first friend. She does not hope that her sister will lose Ye Lingling one day.

"Okay, we will always be friends." Ye Lingling said with a smile.

"No, I have to pull the hook!"

"What is Lagou?"

Ye Lingling heard the word Lagou for the first time.

"You can't regret it after you pull the hook, otherwise you will become an ugly monster!"

The little girl said.

Ye Lingling thought for a while and said, "Then let's pull the hook."

Yang Yichen smiled happily. She felt that she had done a very great thing and held out a short little finger.

Ye Lingling followed suit and extended her little finger like a spring onion.

Two slender fingers as white as jade, one large and one small, were gently raised.

"Hang yourself with a hook, and you won't be allowed to change for 100 years. Whoever changes is the ugly one! We have agreed, you will be friends for life!"

……

In the courtyard, in the moonlight, a woman dressed in black stood alone, her spear dancing, breaking the bright light, and the evening wind swept up, accompanied by an ink-colored figure, like a dragon or a cold flower.

At the entrance of the courtyard, two beautiful figures, one large and one small, looked at the dark figure quietly. The worldly world seemed not to touch her at all. At a glance, all she could see was that cold and frosty figure.

The soul-breaking gun seemed to have fallen from the sky, twisting and turning in Su's hand, flowing smoothly in the moonlight, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling, and sometimes turning into a black stream of light, reflecting the fair and handsome face.

Every move, every move, she has long been familiar with, and it has become invisible. Onlookers will only feel that the shadows of the gun are flying, and they are extraordinary.

"Oh!"

A crisp sound suddenly sounded, and the soul-breaking gun fell from her hand. The sharp tip of the gun ignored the hard rock ground and pierced into the ground silently.

The ink-colored figure stopped. Through the moonlight, you could vaguely see how pale her face was. It seemed that you could still see some beads of sweat. She lowered her head and silently looked at her cut palm. The wound was shining with gold. light.

A formidable force continued to destroy the wound and never allowed it to heal.

She gasped softly, and a few strands of cloud-like black hair on her temples were blown into chaos by the evening breeze, brushing against her cold and handsome face, but she didn't seem to care, just leaning on the spear and staring blankly into the distance. .

She did not regret blocking the sword for the gentle woman she met for the first time, because this was her duty, and she must do what she promised.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly, a scent of fragrance hit her nose.

The night wind blows, as if there is a familiar elegant fragrance.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Ye Lingling staring at her, his eyes watery, with indescribable tenderness.

Ye Lingling was dressed in snow-white clothes that contrasted with the night sky. She stood there with a smile on her face, looking at herself with a touch of tenderness and tenderness.

The moonlight was like water, gently shining on her shoulders and face, reflecting the soul-stirring beauty. The dark-colored woman moved her eyebrows and hid a palm behind her back imperceptibly.

"What are you doing here?"

She actually realized it, but she still asked.

She didn't get any answer. Ye Lingling quickly leaned over and took the hand of the dark-colored woman hidden behind her back.

The slender and slender hand feels delicate and smooth at first, but the palm is a bit rough. This is the callus left by years of practicing spears. In the center of the palm is the golden wound that is still bleeding.

"Why are you walking so fast, and why do you continue to practice shooting? Doesn't your injury hurt?"

Ye Lingling's tone was vaguely reproachful.

Yang Yimo tilted his head, but did not take back his hand: "I'm used to it. It hurt even more when I practiced shooting..."