Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 125 Qin Ming
After the black mist disappeared, the master only felt that his whole body had lost strength and slumped on the chair, and a trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes.

"Although I know he doesn't bother to kill me, but I really didn't expect that just one look, just one look, my time seems to be stopped by that look...

Can't feel the heartbeat, can't feel the blood flowing in the body.

This is the real god, the real ancient god of war..." His chest heaved violently, like a person who had been suffocated for a long time and greedily breathed fresh air again.

After a long time, after his breathing calmed down a little, he took out a dilapidated ancient book from under the counter.

The dilapidated ancient book has a long-lasting ancient atmosphere, and many places are damaged. When fingers flipped the yellowed surface of the ancient book, the handwriting that should not appear on Douluo Continent appeared in Grandmaster's eyes.

The complexity of the handwriting does not lie on the surface, but lies in the isolated loneliness behind the font.This feeling of substituting is too deep. Once you watch it for too long, you will become silent and fall into that emotion forever.

Picking up the pen in his hand, he began to transcribe this ancient book stroke by stroke.

Although he didn't know what was written in this ancient book, since he got this ancient book, his subconscious told himself that this ancient book was very important to a certain person.

The complexity of the font is unimaginable. It takes a full 5 minutes or an hour to write a word, but the number of words copied from this ancient book is less than half a page.

He put down the pen in his hand, closed the book, and rubbed his slightly aching head.

While constantly reminding myself not to be too silent about ancient books, I also need to start transcribing stroke by stroke. For a master who only has the strength of a great soul master, an hour is the limit.

If he persists, he will always be silent in that loneliness, and he will never be able to escape.

After putting away the ancient books and the transcribed samples, he got up and opened the curtains. The evening light shone on the master with familiar warmth. His stiff face relaxed a little, and he watched the sun slowly setting in the sky in a trance.

Just when the sun was completely hidden, Shrek Academy ushered in eight guests. These eight people were somewhat familiar to the Eight Shrek Monsters. They were the seven members of the Emperor Fighting Team and their senior Qin Ming.

"Teacher, why did you bring us here in the wilderness?" Oslo said to his teacher Qin Ming with disgust as he slapped off the mosquitoes flying around in front of him.

Although Yu Tianheng didn't speak, the way he looked at Qin Ming was obviously similar to what Oslo wanted to say.

Qin Ming didn't answer Oslo's words, and continued to lead their students for about 200 meters before stopping. Looking at the familiar plaque, Qin Ming couldn't help showing a smile.

Following Qin Ming's line of sight, what caught his eyes was the Shrek Academy's font, which had no style at all.

The Shrek monster next to the Shrek font reminded them of those eight geniuses who were even more evil than them.

"Shrek Academy? Teacher, what are you bringing us here for?"

When Qin Ming was about to answer Yu Tianheng, the slight sound of footsteps coming from the forest made Qin Ming suddenly become serious. He looked in the direction of the sound and shouted, "Who!"

"When you ask who someone else is, I think you should first introduce who you are." A slender figure walked out of the jungle, it was Tang Ling who came back from the back mountain.

With the help of night light, Tang Ling's face was also exposed, and Yu Tianheng was a little ashamed of his handsome face.

When Qin Ming saw Tang Ling's face clearly, he was slightly stunned, and then said, "The leader of the Huangdou team is also their teacher, Qin Ming."

"Tang Ling." The indifferent words came out of his mouth, and then he kept silent, glanced at the Huangdou team behind him, and then raised his steps to enter the academy.

"Damn, such an attitude!" Oslo couldn't hold back his violent temper immediately. The anger that had been suppressed for a long time after being called to this ghost place was finally stimulated by Tang Ling's indifferent tone. burst out.

But what he didn't know was that Tang Ling's attitude had always been like this, whether it was towards Dai Mubai and others, or teachers such as Zhao Wuji, he was equally indifferent.However, they are different from Dai Mubai and the others. Tang Ling regards Dai Mubai and others as his few friends, and Zhao Wuji and others as his teachers. The indifference in the past, but they can still clearly feel the subtle care for them.

For example, giving Oscar the Zihuo of Qinglian's heart fire is an obvious feature.

Although there are certain dangers in the degree of taming Zihuo, but it is still supported by will, isn't it?Anyone can see that kind of repeated advice and concern.

Tang Ling seemed not to have heard Oslo's words, and continued to walk on his own. Although he also had some doubts about why the Royal Fighting Team appeared in Shrek Academy, he would not ask about it. If he wanted to say something, they would You can say it yourself, if you don’t say it, you won’t lose anything, right?

Dugu Yan put his arms around Yu Tianheng's arm and said: "Tianheng, do you think that person's back is a bit familiar?"

Yu Tianheng frowned, and put his arms around Dugu Yan's soft waist. For some reason, in his sight, Tang Ling's back gradually merged with the figure of a certain evildoer among the Eight Shrek Monsters .

"Shrek Academy... Shrek Eight Monsters? Is it him?"

Tang Ling's figure is the most conspicuous among the Eight Shrek Monsters, and only one person has long black hair among the Eight Shrek Monsters. What's more, that indifferent temperament is more conspicuous than his long black hair .

"Teacher, why did you bring us here?"

"I graduated here. I said before that I was going to meet a few people. In fact, I only went to meet my teacher and the dean. I went to meet my juniors by the way." Qin Ming smiled, He didn't think there was anything wrong with Tang Ling's indifference, so he took Yu Tianheng and the others to Flender's office.

Tang Ling's advance stopped, and he raised his head to look at the roof. Tang San's back came into view. At this moment, Tang San was practicing Xuanyu Hand.

"Brother." Tang Ling's voice was not as indifferent as before, calmly waking up Tang San who was practicing Xuanyu Hand.

Tang San opened his closed eyes, looking towards the direction from which the voice came.

"Ling'er? You're awake." The simple greeting was mixed with deep concern.With a slight bend in his calf, he jumped down from the roof and landed not far from Tang Ling.Putting his palm skillfully on Tang Ling's pulse, he began to diagnose Tang Ling.

"Huh?" Tang San frowned slightly, glanced at Tang Ling's shoulder, and continued: "Your injury has already healed by [-]%.

If I remember correctly, when I went to see you this morning, your wounds were still gradually deteriorating. Although it was very slow, you couldn’t escape my Purple Demon Eyes, but now your injuries are [-]% healed. Do it yourself what? "

Tang Ling withdrew his hand that was being held by Tang San, avoiding Tang San's gaze.

(End of this chapter)