Qingcang Douluo of Douluo

"and then……"

Ye Lingling covered her red lips and held back the tears. Yang Yimo usually had an expressionless face, with an iceberg face that kept strangers away, but now when he heard that cold voice recounting the bloody history of that year, only five The little girl who was [-] years old watched countless relatives die tragically, but they could have avoided this!

"What happened next..."

Yang Yimo lowered his eyes, with a hint of blood in his eyes, "The Wuhun Palace had already expected that the four tribes would fight desperately to break out, and laid a dragnet in advance waiting for us to take the bait. The four tribes were quickly dispersed during the breakout battle. My My father, mother, uncle's son and daughter-in-law... and my cousin who had just awakened his martial spirit at the age of six, they were all dead!

Grandpa led the few remaining clansmen of this lineage and was surrounded by two Titled Douluo. Grandpa was only an 81-level Contra. There was no way he could withstand the siege of the two Titled Douluo and numerous Contras. In the end, they surrendered to Grandpa. A chance to surrender and survive.

Grandpa was not sure whether Uncle Uncle and the others could successfully break through, and he was unwilling to let the Po clan become extinct. In addition, he was desperate for the Haotian Sect, so he put down his soul-breaking gun and chose to surrender to Wuhun Palace.

I believe that my grandfather, uncle, and everyone from top to bottom of the Po family have failed the Haotian Sect. It is the Haotian Sect that has failed us!

That Tang San, I thought he was just an ordinary disciple of the Haotian Sect, but I didn't expect that he was actually the son of Tang Hao, and...he dared to put on a face of forgetting the past, and said in a generous tone that he wanted me to go home... "

"Then...do you hate Wuhun Palace or Haotian Sect?" Ye Lingling asked tremblingly, she was afraid that her best friend would give her an answer that would make her heartache.

"I……"

At this moment, Ye Langling couldn't understand Yang Yimo's eyes. There was a little confusion in the depths of those dark eyes as deep as the night sky, and she had never seen this look on Yang Yimo's face.

After a long time, Yang Yimo sighed softly, and her eyes slowly dimmed. The anger, hatred, and vague confusion all dissipated, like the extinguishing of a candle.

"I hate the Wuhun Palace for destroying my clan, and I hate the Haotian Sect for standing by and watching, but sometimes, the most chilling thing is not the murderer himself, but the indifferent bystander, the person we protect with our lives.

So I practice my spear day after day, just because I want to one day set foot on the Haotian Sect with the soul-breaking gun in hand, and ask those high-ranking sect leaders and elders why they abandoned our four tribes back then!Moreover, since I promised Ling Bai to be his beautiful girl from now on, I will definitely do it. "

After saying that, Yang Yimo stood up and seemed ready to leave the cabin. Ye Lingling hurriedly caught up with her.

"Where are you going?"

"Practice the gun!"

"Is this how you practice?"

Ye Lingling tilted his head and looked at the cool and handsome side face and the long dark hair that hung straight down his waist. Yang Yimo usually wore a high ponytail to make it easier to practice shooting, but because of his excitement just now, the hair tie was directly shot. It was blown to pieces.

"I can practice."

Yang Yimo said lightly that she didn't care about these little things.

"no!"

Ye Langling walked around to Yang Yimo, made a big cross with her arms in front of her, and said seriously: "Sit down, I will help you comb your hair."

Yang Yimo was stunned for a moment, "combing your hair?"

"Is it important?" She said it was difficult to understand.

"important!"

Ye Lingling dragged Yang Yimosheng back and took out a wooden comb from the storage soul guide.

It was a light green wooden comb. It looked very delicate. The texture was a bit warm and cool. It didn't feel like wood, but more like fine jade. A faint and elegant fragrance of life emanated from it.

"This wooden comb is taken from Grandpa's eighth soul ring, the Tree of Life, the unique soul beast of the Forest of Life. Combing your hair with it can subtly nourish your body. I'll ask Grandpa to make one for you another day."

Ye Lingling held up Yang Yimo's long hair with her left hand, and slowly combed it from the roots with her right hand. The smooth black hair like silk slowly spread out under the action of her five fingers, like a black waterfall gradually falling.

At this moment, Yang Yimo seemed to have merged with the night. Looking at the breathtaking ink color, Ye Lingling's eyes couldn't help but become dull. Yang Yimo's cold temperament always made people subconsciously ignore her beauty.

After letting down her long hair, the stars and the moon seemed to become her foil, and she was the center of this night scenery.

The evening breeze blew by, raising the tips of her hair and brushing against Ye Lingling's pretty nose. She felt a little itchy, and she suddenly wanted to seize this moment of tenderness around her fingers.

Reaching out to grab the hair, wrapping his index finger around it to feel the flexibility and toughness of the black hair, Ye Lingling suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, his frosty skin glowed with red clouds, and his gentle face was as beautiful as a painting.

Yang Yimo's slender eyelashes, whose back was facing her, trembled slightly, and her dark pupils opened. A light like star sand spread out from the corners of her eyes, and her clear eye waves rippled slightly.

Ye Lingling carefully pulled up the long dark hair that still contained Yang Yimo's body temperature. The wooden comb of life gently fell down and combed her beautiful hair bit by bit.

The quiet and intoxicating fragrance came from the hair, and it was not the smell of powder applied by the woman. Ye Lingling knew that Yang Yimo never used those messy things. She once asked Yang Yimo, and Yang Yimo said that it was a scent called Youxiang Qiluo Xianpin. This scent The aroma made Ye Lingling feel very at ease.

The stunning woman was sitting peacefully in front of the wooden house, surrounded by the quiet courtyard and the bright moon in the sky. Behind her, another gentle and beautiful woman was gently combing her hair with a light green wooden comb. Holding her long hair.

The long hair moved gently under the comb, and the soft light flowed. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

Ye Lingling combed her hair very slowly, and Yang Yimo did not rush her, but no matter how slow she was, she would eventually turn her long hair into a heroic ponytail.

"Okay! Let's go practice shooting!"

Ye Langling walked up to Yang Yimo with a smile, her eyes were pulsing and her mouth was smiling slightly.

The corners of Yang Yimo's lips couldn't help but rise. She didn't know why, but she just felt that the Ye Lingling in front of her seemed to be incredibly beautiful. She had long, smooth hair, and her smooth forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, and her porcelain white skin was embellished. With a faint blush, those clear autumn eyes under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and they seemed to hide the sun, moon and rain.

This is another kind of temperament, delicate and gentle.

"Is there something on my face?"

Probably because Yang Yimo looked at it for too long, Ye Lingling reached out and touched his face and asked.

"No...I...seem to feel a little unwell suddenly."

"Where does it hurt?"

Hearing this, Ye Lingling became nervous instantly.

"Heart, beating very fast."