[Douluo] Tang Yuke can't laugh

After more than ten years, Tang Yuke never saw Bibidong again during the ten years like this.

Very, very, quiet years.

I was so calm that I never heard from that girl again, could never find a trace of that girl again, and never saw her again.

What does this mean?

Tang Yuke even thought that Bibi Dong had disappeared from this world after that day.

But... the reality is like this, telling her viciously... what is called a delusion... It's ridiculous.

That summer... was just a nightmare, it came suddenly, but never left.

In front of that house, at that night, when the traveler came back on a whim...in front of that house...that white, snow dumpling.

She stretched out her hand and hugged the white rabbit in her memory.

The long ears drooped weakly, the ruby-like eyes were tightly closed, the blue cloth bag tied around the neck by Sibyl had now turned into an indescribable color, and the natural fragrance was now matching the strong The smell of blood was mixed together, and the white fur was also stained red.

The trembling hand, the hand soaked in blood, the hand buried in such a bright color.

The hand of someone who has been let down by the past.

Trembling, he pulled the rope on the cloth bag.

A sandalwood comb fell out.

Small, engraved with a sandalwood comb of a butterfly spreading its wings.

A sandalwood comb with one corner stained black by blood.

"...Xiao Wu?"

Dark night, dark world, such a summer night, there are no cicadas, no insects, no sound of moths flapping their wings, there is no such thing as the embrace of a world that makes people really feel themselves The breath that is still alive is just darkness, meaningless despair.

Of course...recognized.

How could it be...unrecognizable.

Ah...it looks like that, it belongs to the black light that spreads above the rabbit's body.

It is the innocent, innocent, and smiling girl in the middle of the most beautiful journey, in order to protect the person she cares about, the sharp claws that she swung to protect the person she loves.

Now, he is devouring that friend's son step by step, just like killing the past.

"...Adong."

That is - the person named Tang Yuke, the disillusionment.

Tang Yuke spread her wings, and the red light flashed by. At this moment, it was not the smiling cook flying in the sky, but the stern and expressionless 'Xing Luo Jun Shen'.

——Its title is hanging lamp.

But...it's still too late.

"... Bibi Dong."

The woman looks down from the sky, looking down indifferently on the monster that may no longer be called a man.

What a beautiful picture that is.

Wearing a long white dress, the black-haired woman who still looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl fell to the ground, her raised white skirt rubbed against the scorched soil, her beautiful face was stained with blood, her wide-open eyes were now lifeless, and the corners of her eyes were Her teardrops are still hanging on her eyelashes, but they have been dyed a thin pink by the blood. The crimson manjusawa are blooming wantonly on the snow-white skirt, together with the long hair. Tangled and intertwined, scattered and buried in graves.

The woman who used to be called Bibi Dong is no longer what she used to be.

The blond hair was tied behind the head in a bun, the face made of ice and snow was expressionless, and the blue eyes were just diamonds, stiff and ruthless.

She held up Sybil's face and looked at it carefully, the broken hair on her forehead fell down on Sybil's now pale face, blue eyes paired with black eyes, but Sybil never responded.

It's a matter of course, isn't it?

The 10-year-old soul beast named Xibier has become the ninth soul ring of Bibi Dong, the newly promoted Title Douluo, the Saintess of the Spirit Hall.

With that kind of gaze, it is hard to tell whether it is mourning for the past, or ridicule, or just a moment of inexplicable guilt and affection, or, that expressionless woman, who has no thoughts... Maybe it is .

Just look at your past.

Hearing Tang Yuke's voice, the puppet raised its head slightly, looked at Douluo with butterfly wings from the corner of its eyes, and finally smiled.

"Ah... a rare visitor." He said like this, "Unfortunately, you are late."

That was no longer a laugh.

The cracked corner of the mouth is undoubtedly the equivalent of being vicious, or even pure malice.

Yes, no doubt, late.

There was no breathing, no heart beating, no Sybil's dopey voice.

It's dead.

"You... shouldn't have done anything to her." Tang Yuke's pupils dimmed.

"So what?" Such a vicious smile, such sharp words, with the head tilted, seemed to be uttered from the mouth of that innocent girl's puppet, blooming a flower of evil that is completely different from the previous scene, " Those who are not of my race must have a different heart."

"Don't you know that too? Hanging Lamp Douluo who also has a 10-year-old soul ring?" She said, purple fluff grew from her elbows, and finally turned into huge pincers, and six pearls appeared on her forehead The same round bead, "Soul beasts eat people, people want to kill soul beasts, humans and irrational beasts cannot communicate, irrational soul beasts can't understand human hearts even if they understand human language, beasts Cannibalism makes one live, man hunts beasts makes one live, so it is natural, the Hanging Lantern Douluo is ridiculously naive."

Unable to refute.

Because compared to his own naive idea that is too idealized, and even called hypocrisy.

Killing soul beasts, killing enemies, the incomparably suitable equal sign between the two is what is spread on this continent.

"...Then that's why you killed Sybil?" Tang Yuke whispered.

"Otherwise! I need a soul ring! I need power!" Bibi Dong smiled.

...So that's why you killed your best friend?

That's why you... deny the past?

Can't...forgive.

The lamp appeared in her hand.

The air wave rose from the soles of the feet, and Tang Yuke, who landed on the ground, was burning with red lights in his hands!

The first soul ring, the power is strengthened by 50.00%, the fourth soul ring, the flame power is strengthened by [-]%!

The third soul ring, Thorn Forest!

The fire that hit the sky suddenly stopped, and hundreds of dark red spears, like real spears, condensed behind Tang Yuke.

She held a flaming spear directly from behind and rushed towards the man.

Bibi Dong just grinned, and grabbed the dagger stuck in Sybil's chest.

In an instant, with a sharp downward stroke of the dagger, Sybil's heart was drawn out.

And then golden light.

Tang Yuke let go of the pistol behind her back, her face was ugly, and the corners of her lips were bleeding from the forced release of force.

Bibi Dong came here alone, and there are many twists and turns behind it, but it's not just her own wishes. .

Teleportation... Among the people she knew, there happened to be one who had such an ability.

The current great priest of the Wuhun Hall, the former pope—and another who once turned against Tang Yuke, who can rival Tang Yuke, a friend in the past, and now the peerless Douluo—Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong came to kill Sybil absolutely voluntarily.

Otherwise... no one would know that Sybil, who has been protected by her, is a 10-year-old soul beast.

Kneeling down and releasing the awakened little rabbit in the soul guide, Tang Yuke stretched out her hand tremblingly, and placed it above Sybil's eyes that had never closed her eyes.

The touch of the long eyelashes danced in the palm of the hand, and the hand hanging over Sybil's face refused to let go.

Gritting her teeth, Tang Yuke closed Sybil's still tearful eyes.

It's raining.

In this rainy night, she took the child's hand and carried her on her back, without any expression, but tears fell down, she only lowered her head and opened her eyes wide, deceiving herself like this - not sad.

Sadness was silent on his back, and the once warm big rabbit now exuded a piercing cold, which froze Tang Yuke's bone marrow.

It was as frozen as the thousand-year-old glacier, and I couldn't move my legs or move.

The woman's fingers began to twitch unconsciously.

This is a habit from a long time ago.

Now this really reminds her.

You... are sad.

Biting her lower lip hard, the blood stained her pale lips red.

The woman lowered her head and said to her friend.

"Sybil... let's go home."

In the rainy night, she stepped on the mud, one foot deep, one foot shallow, staggering, slow like an old man.

There was no dawn after that.

After three days of rain shutting out the sun, they sang and mourned the loss of a soul.

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"I came back smoothly. Welcome, new Title Douluo." Qian Daoliu nodded to Bibi Dong, who responded indifferently, and returned to his room.

This is Bibi Dong's world.

The disgusting feeling of inserting his hand into his friend's chest lingered for a long time, Bibidong looked at the heart in his hand - the transformed 10-year-old soul beast would produce soul bones from the heart.

It was already a shrunken right leg bone carved like a red crystal.

Can't help it.

That nasty retching feeling in your throat...that's self-loathing for being such a fake, such an ugly being.

Bibi Dong... hated herself.

"Look, how ugly you are," she said to herself in the mirror.

Tears flowed down my face.

But, no regrets.

Bibi Dong is an ambitious woman who single-mindedly pursues great power.

From the day when she started her own revenge without telling her teacher, gradually eating away at the huge Wuhun Hall, Bibi Dong knew about it.

She naturally likes this feeling.

Only when you hold supreme power and power can you be safe...you greedy woman will be a little satisfied.

She knows this very well.

In the end, you will be happy only if you destroy this Wuhun Temple and watch this place that has ruined your life fall apart.

How great.

To burn the world down for this...even at the expense of it.

After all...has killed the past...all selves.

On this road of no return.

This is the nature of the 'nothingness' called destruction!

The author has something to say:

Valentine's Day? =-=

Oh.

Where is my big FFF group!

...I don't know why I feel that writing this chapter on Valentine's Day is unexpectedly appropriate~ (laughs)

I can’t write QWQ and I’ll be beaten if I go underwater……………

Hmm... Don't worry... Tomorrow will be a new volume, starting to return to the main thread...

Having said that, Douluo's timeline for Bibi Dong's generation when he was young is quite confusing, so the so-called 20 years is more accurate guessed by the author-then, here comes the problem, among the younger ones, Bibi Dong to Tian Douhuang City, what are you going to do?

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