Douluo's Shura Angel

"..." The purple-haired gloomy boy who followed closely looked at the object that had a great attraction for him, opened his mouth again and again, and raised his palm slightly.

In the end, his eyes dimmed, his mouth closed, and his palms dropped, all turning into a weak sigh.

What can he do? He can't fight, and neither party knows each other.

Moreover, the purple-haired gloomy boy who has experienced ups and downs and has his own understanding of the world does not think that anyone will give up the most precious treasure in this temple.

The gloomy purple-haired boy was very sure that the item that he didn't see clearly could definitely solve his problem and save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

However, that object had nothing to do with him. When this weak-looking and beautiful girl punched open the thick stone door with one punch, he knew that the gap between them was as insurmountable as a chasm.

"Bang!" When Qian Renxue got such an item and landed lightly, a misty voice sounded in the mind of the soul master in the temple, whether he was receiving the opportunity test or absorbing the opportunity.

"The temple is about to be closed, and all conscious soul masters are about to be forcibly sent out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the surprised and confused gaze of everyone, all the opportunities that had not been cracked and absorbed by the soul masters disappeared, but those soul masters who were absorbing the opportunities were not affected in any way.

At the same time, everyone felt a suction force, and everyone understood that this was the way to get them out of here.

It's okay for those soul masters who have already got the opportunity. Anyway, a soul master can only get one opportunity. Although some opportunities are not so satisfying to them, they are better than none!

Facing the proud and slightly sarcastic faces of those soul masters who got the opportunity, they got nothing. They were just the soul masters who came here for a month, oh, and also those who lost their money while fighting for the opportunity and on the way to the temple. The soul masters who found their companions but got nothing were all yelling angrily.

Some grumpy soul masters had already blasted their soul skills at the dazzling soul masters on the side.

However, these soul masters who have gained nothing have forgotten what it means to have trouble come from their mouths, and they have also ignored where they are now.

The soul skills that had just been released were immediately dissipated, and the curse words were immediately banned as soon as they were uttered. Moreover, the punishment was enough to make nearly one-third of the soul masters frightened.

They all lost one level of soul power, and the soul power they had cultivated so hard was silently erased by one level.

Everyone stopped talking and panicked inside. The soul master who originally wanted to stay for a while with a sense of luck no longer resisted the suction.

When the white light points rose, there were only three living people left in the temple.

It turned out that after getting the crystal between the eyebrows of the statue of the Goddess of Kindness, Qian Renxue had no intention of investigating on the spot. Instead, she looked at the gloomy purple-haired boy at the door with a hopeless face.

"Your martial spirit is the killing sword, right?"

Although Qian Renxue asked a question, her tone was so sure.

"Ah...oh! Me!" The purple-haired boy who was in a deep depression suddenly woke up when he heard the cold and sweet voice. He looked around and found that there were only three of him. He pointed to his nose hesitantly.

"You are so stupid. Apart from you, are there any strangers here?" Na'er looked at the gloomy boy looking so clumsy and wondered if the other person's original attitude of keeping away from strangers was just an act.

In fact, every cold-hearted young man is a hidden idiot! ?

"Yes...yes!" The dark eyes of the purple-haired gloomy boy suddenly lit up, and the despair in his eyes was gradually filled with hope.

If you can see your own martial soul, can you also solve your own problems?

After all, even the elders of his sect did not recognize the martial spirit of the gloomy purple-haired boy at first. Even if he told the name of his martial spirit, no one knew the slightest information.

This time made him very desperate. He was so influenced by the Killing Sword that sometimes he always felt that the Killing Sword was controlling him, rather than himself as the master controlling the Killing Sword.

Gu</span> He was almost directly treated as an evil soul master because of his martial soul's rampage when he awakened.

If Wuhun hadn't been at his weakest when he first awakened, he might not have been able to wake up.

Even so, if it weren't for his innate soul power reaching level eight and being the most talented child in the sect at that time, he would have been disposed of by the sect long ago.

He was protected by the sect, but his freedom was completely restricted. He was strictly guarded by the sect like a prisoner, without any freedom.

He knew that he, who had been spared his life, should be grateful to the sect and be grateful that his life was spared.

However, people are always greedy and will never be satisfied, let alone restricting their freedom like a prisoner.

Sometimes, I look out the window at my classmates who are free and carefree, and at the carefree reptiles.

He would laugh at himself and think: "A bird with broken wings is nothing more than that!"

He was unwilling to accept it, was angry, and hesitated, but in the end it turned into deep powerlessness and despair.

What can he do? He cannot resist, and no one can redeem him and give him hope and light.

Now, looking at the cold, mysterious, and invincible beautiful girl in front of him, the gloom of the purple-haired boy has dissipated a little like the dark clouds meeting the bright sun.

The hope and light he had dreamed of was right in front of him.

"You...can you solve my problem?" The purple-haired boy, whose gloom had dissipated a little, spoke with hope. The crystal-like hope in his reddish eyes was so dazzling.

Facing the young man's dazzling hopeful eyes, Qian Renxue said indifferently:

"I can indeed help you deal with the negative effects of the Killing Sword, but what are you trying to do to impress me?"

After hearing the first half of Qian Renxue's words, the purple-haired boy felt as warm as a cold winter moon standing under the warm sun, and his whole body was warm.

But after hearing the second half of Qian Renxue's words, the warm sun instantly retreated, and the overwhelming goose feather snow hit my heart.

yes! If you are not a relative or an acquaintance, why should the other person help you? Is it because you are living a miserable life?

Don't be naive, there are tens of thousands of miserable people in the world!

There are many people in Douluo Continent who are worse off than him, so how can he get more mercy and favor!

"..." Silent, all hope turned into deeper despair. He who had experienced ups and downs in the sect was completely speechless.

He believed that he had no leverage to impress this beautiful girl. He wanted to say that he was willing to sacrifice his life to repay this kindness.

However, if the purple-haired boy is willing, will the other party be willing?

The most valuable thing on Douluo Continent is life, and the cheapest thing is life.

PS: I feel very heartbroken when I think of the leave application form I bought last month but it didn’t work. It’s such a loss (┯_┯)!