Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 124
After Zhu Zhuqing fell asleep, the coldness on his face disappeared, and his beautiful face was replaced by a charming and unspeakable cuteness.

The small mouth was slightly opened, and the air exhaled from the mouth exuded a kind of fragrance, which made people intoxicated. At just 12 years old, his figure was already so hot that even grown women were envious.

Gently placing Zhu Zhuqing next to Xiao Wu, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the beautiful face of the second daughter, with a subtle smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

As if feeling the disappearance of the familiar smell, her small nose moved slightly, her body moved closer to Tang Ling, her slender and beautiful hand stretched out and grabbed Tang Ling's hand on the edge of the bed, as if feeling that kind The breath of peace of mind has returned, and the sleeping face has become peaceful again.

Just as Tang Ling was enjoying the warm scene, suddenly, there was a slight pain in his scabbed chest, and the pain gradually intensified, as if there were insects biting the wound, from mild to severe, it only took a moment.

This kind of pain was not enough to make Tang Ling groan in pain. Compared with the pain of burning his body before absorbing the third soul ring, such pain was nothing worth mentioning.

But Tang Ling was particularly concerned about the pain from the wound, because all the wounds on his body were caused by that dark prison himself.

From the naked eye, there is no difference between scabbed wounds and ordinary people's wounds.

Tang Ling seemed to have thought of something. The Purple Demon Pupil opened, and the purple gold spread all over his eyes. Under his gaze, the wound began to change...

The wound was already scabbed on the surface, but inside the scabbed wound, there was a trace of gloomy black mist filling the air.

It was these black mist that were gradually seeping into the body that caused the pain.

If you want to eliminate the pain, you can only clear away the black mist that created the pain.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a golden flame suddenly ignited in his hand, pressing it on his wound without the slightest hesitation.

My Wuhun Diyan would not have harmed me, but for some reason, after the Diyan in my hand came into contact with the wound, I felt a burning pain, and the place where the wound and the palm touched continued to have traces of black The mist is emitted.Indistinctly, there are countless eerie wailing sounds.

His face turned pale, and he knew that this was a sign of the disappearance of the black mist. As for why this happened, it might have something to do with attributes.

Diyan's power has a strong domineering masculinity, but the black mist carries a sinister power that is completely opposite to Diyan's.The two forces collide and cancel each other out, and only when one side disappears will peace be restored.

There was only a trace of the power of the black mist. As for Di Yan's power, as long as Tang Ling still had soul power, Di Yan's power would not disappear.

The pain on the shoulder gradually weakened until it disappeared completely, the palm left the shoulder, and Di Yan disappeared in the hand.

The purple-golden eyes looked at his shoulders again, and with the help of the unknown power of Ziji Demon Eyes, he could clearly see that the black mist had disappeared, and he began to heal the cracked wound with the power of the source of life in his body.

Sure enough, after the black mist disappeared, there was nothing blocking the power of the source of life, and the wound healed quickly and formed scars.

With his fingers, he took out a black robe from the moonlit night and put it on, took another deep look at the sleeping second daughter, turned around and left his room, closed the door gently, and raised his feet to the direction of Shrek's back mountain. He wanted to go for a walk, to relax, alone, of course.

The mountain behind Shrek is a jungle, Dai Mubai and the others seldom come here if there is no need.

There is a lake deep in the back mountain. The lake is not deep, only about two meters deep, and the lake is crystal clear.

There are a lot of small animals here, but there are no powerful soul beasts, and the occasional crisp bird song brings a little vitality to this silent forest.

The sound of light footsteps disturbed the resting butterflies, and they raised their wings and began to fly.

The clear lake water reflected Tang Ling's face, and his handsome face was indifferent, and his gentle smile would only show when he faced them.

Squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the lake surface that disturbed his face because of the waves, the thoughts in his mind kept running, and he searched out names one by one.

"Flame... Nine Nether Prison... The little girl with white wings... Lily of the Valley... Taiji Diagram... Home... Lord of Chaos... Black Mist... Seal... Armored Man... Reincarnation..."

The breeze caressed the cheeks, the black hair danced with the wind, and the slightly lowered head was lifted up, looking at a blooming lily of the valley in the distance.

"Half a year..."

Shrek Academy, the master's dormitory.

The master who was writing something on the desk stopped his movements, put down the pen in his hand, raised his stiff face and looked at the black mist that appeared in the void at an unknown time.

"Jie Jie, I admit, you aroused my curiosity..." The scarlet light flashed away in the black mist, and the special voice of Ming Prison sounded in the room.

The master looked at the black mist expressionlessly, and cold sweat began to break out on the palms of his hands.

"A mortal, actually wanting to change the path that my brother must go through, let alone you, even I in my heyday may not be able to change my brother's sad fate." The black mist surged, and gradually, a The slender figure formed by the condensed black mist sat in front of the master. Of course, the black mist still permeated his body, making it difficult to see his face.

"That's just not certain. If you had shot with all your strength back then, Ling'er would never have experienced the pain that made him want to die again!!!" The master stared at the pair of red eyes that appeared in the black mist, and he could feel, The owner of those eyes could easily take his life away.

"Mortal, don't think that you can do whatever you want in front of me as his master in name. Although I don't know how you know my identity, God, it's not as simple as you think. What's more, we These ancient gods. The closer he gets to them, the faster they die.

What's more, with my relationship with Yan, do you think I will relieve his pain?No, I can't wait to push him into a darker and more painful abyss again! "The originally calm voice gradually became a little out of control, and the black mist roared and then suddenly calmed down. Soon, the room quickly fell into silence.

The black mist disappeared, and except for the smashed teacup in front of him, there was no trace of Ming Prison being here, as if the conversation just now was like a person talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)