Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 149

Tang Ling raised his steps and walked towards Tang San. His slender, spear-like back was still straight, his deep, dark eyes were a little bit starry, and there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth. His slender, jade-like palm lightly pressed against the invisible barrier. , there were waves on the barrier.

This barrier is like two completely opposite worlds, one is full of hope, the other is full of despair, just like day and night, they are completely two extremes, and there will never be a day when they meet.

The palms dropped weakly, and he pursed his lips slightly, wanting to say something but couldn't open his mouth, finally, a helpless sigh came into Tang San's ears.

Tang San wanted to stop and speak, but he couldn't do anything. He could only watch Tang Ling disappear into the deepest part of the darkness without moving.

In Tang San's eyes, that darkness was like a giant hand from the abyss, pulling Tang Ling deeper into the darkness.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and when the sky just revealed a white belly, activities within 30 meters covered by the Taiji diagram resumed.

The birds in the sky skipped high in panic, the yellow leaves fell to the ground, Tang San leaned weakly on the tree, looked down at his hands, with endless mockery on his face, mocking himself.

A golden light flashed away, and Yao Ling's figure appeared on Tang San's shoulder.

At this time, Yao Ling's eyes were full of seriousness and horror. He had seen all the previous battles, including the move that seemed to stop time.

"Tang San, who is your brother?" Yao Ling looked sideways at Tang San.

Tang San clenched his fists and stood up from the ground: "Ordinary people."

Yao Ling frowned, and sat on Tang San's shoulder: "Then his martial spirit can stop time?"

Tang San dragged his tired body towards Tang Ling's room: "Have you ever seen flames that can stop time?"

"flame?"

"Yes, my brother's martial spirit is a flame, called Diyan."

"What did you say! Di, Di Yan!!" Yao Ling jumped up from Tang San's shoulders, hovering in front of Tang San: "Tang San, are you sure?"

Tang San was stunned, nodded and said: "My brother's spirit is indeed Diyan."

"Is it golden!?"

Tang San bypassed Yao Ling floating in front of him, raised his feet and walked forward while nodding to confirm what Yao Ling said.

Tang San's forward steps stopped suddenly, looking at the room with the door wide open, he sighed slightly in his heart, raised his steps and entered the room.

The layout of the room is very different from when he left. At least there are many more potted plants on the balcony, and the most planted are lilies of the valley, which represent the flower of happiness.

There are no weeds in the potted plants, and the white lily of the valley flowers are in full bloom, which means that the owner of this house cares about them very much.

At this moment there were two more people in the room, Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, and now there was Tang San.

"Sorry, Zhuqing, Xiaowu." Tang San spoke first, breaking the silence in the room: "I couldn't keep him."

Zhu Zhuqing hugged Xiao Wu just like Tang Ling hugged Xiao Wu, resisting the crystal tears that wanted to burst out of his eyes: "Third brother, it's okay. We actually knew that Xiao Ling was going to leave, but we didn't expect it to be so Just quick."

"But why didn't you stop him..."

Xiao Wu pursed her lips, broke free from Zhu Zhuqing's arms, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and at the same time picked up the envelope on the table: "Brother, we can stop him for a while, but we can't stop him forever. Even if we He is the most important person to him and cannot change the decisions he makes."

The envelope was slowly opened, and a piece of white paper was taken out. Just as it was unfolded, a weak wave spread out from the paper, and the wave gradually changed from weak to strong. At the same time, a faint golden light emanated from it, gradually becoming Dazzling, the three of them narrowed their eyes involuntarily.

The dazzling light gradually weakened, and the waves gradually calmed down.

A transparent phantom appeared beside Xiao Wu, and the white paper in Xiao Wu's hand scattered into tiny dots of light, which merged into the phantom's body, making the blurred appearance of the phantom gradually clear .

After seeing the phantom's appearance clearly, Xiao Wu's first reaction was to pounce on that phantom, wanting to bury her head in the chest full of security, but it's a pity that the phantom is just a phantom, and Not Tang Ling himself.

Xiao Wu's body passed through the phantom directly, as if she was pounced into a cloud of air.

Zhu Zhuqing's raised footsteps stopped, his cold eyes looked at Xu Ying, and his voice was full of tenderness: "Xiao Ling..."

Tang San lowered the footsteps he had just raised, poured a glass of water for Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu each in silence.

The corner of Tang Ling's mouth curled up, as if a real person was standing in front of them. After an unknown period of silence, Tang Ling finally broke the silence: "This day is still here, and it came so unexpectedly."

Tang Ling smiled wryly and shook his head, looking at his hands: "My power can't protect you, it will only harm you. The longer I am by your side, the greater the possibility that Ming Prison will hurt you. The only way is to leave, you It is safe, so please forgive me for choosing to leave instead of letting you bear it with me." His hands clenched slightly, and the surging hot flame ignited in the black pupils was extinguished in an instant: "Because, I I’m afraid. I can’t even imagine the power of Hell, even if I try my best, I can’t hurt him at all, and I can’t even get close.”

Tang Ling was silent for a while, and continued: "Because his power reminded me of a word I saw before." The phantom swayed slightly, and the magnetic voice was full of gravity: "God."

Tang San's fists clenched suddenly, he thought of what his father had said to him. "Title Douluo is not the limit."

Tang Ling shook his head, as if he felt Zhu Zhuqing's gaze, turned slightly to look at Zhu Zhuqing behind him, Tang Ling fell silent again.

The phantom has become weaker and weaker, and this video will soon end: "I woke up this time, and I have a lot of memories that don't belong to me in my mind." Tang Ling was silent for a while, and raised his hand. The illusory palm was like Like a real person, it was placed on Xiao Wu's head: "Among them, there is the memory of Qing'er repaying Xiao Wu, and with it comes an emotion that I don't know. I asked Mubai quietly, he Say, it's called jealousy."

The white palm was placed on his left chest, where was a beating heart: "I need to find my own heart, and then, defeat Ming Prison." With his head slightly lowered, he raised his head, and in his eyes was A blazing golden flame.

"I'm just me, I'm Tang Ling."

(End of this chapter)