Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

153 Chapter 144

The palm that was burning with crimson flames was put down, and the indifferent pupils stared at the corpse lying on the ground, looking at the blood flowing out, the whole wooden house was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

A mass of white flames popped out of his hand and landed on the body of the black-robed man. Looking at the body of the black-robed man being gradually swallowed by the white flames, he turned around and waved his arms. Walk towards the corner full of corpses.

boom!
The corpse turned into shards of ice, and even the blood on the ground turned into shards of ice. With a gust of wind, the shards of ice on the ground were rolled up and blown out of the wooden house.

His indifferent pupils looked at the unrepentant corpses, his left hand was placed on his right chest, and his straight back was slightly bent, which was the greatest respect for the dead.

The sky is gradually darkening, and the heavy rain has stopped, but there will still be lightning and thunder in the sky from time to time.

The resonant sound of the phoenix's cry resounded in the forest, and with a roar, a pothole appeared not far from the wooden house.

Corpses were put into the pit one after another. When the last sentence of the male corpse was put into the pit, lightning appeared in the sky again, and a violent thunder resounded through the sky.

Tang Ling filled in the soil and inserted a stone tablet, but there was nothing written on the stone tablet. He stood in front of the grave and stared at the tombstone.

He didn't know what to write on this stele, he didn't know their names, Tang Ling was just a passerby, a passerby who was willing to help them lay the corpse.

The bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky again to the ground, splashing tiny drops of water.

Tang Ling raised and lowered his hand, hesitating all the time. In the end, he just took another look at which tombstone, turned around, and returned to the wooden house following the ghostly shadows.

What he didn't know was that the moment he turned around, 27 white particles of light rose from the grave behind the tombstone and merged into Tang Ling's body.

The 27 light particles represented the gratitude of the 27 dead to Tang Ling.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the chill was getting heavier and heavier. When the rain stopped, white snowflakes fell from the sky, announcing the coming of winter throughout the year.

Looking at the snowflakes floating outside the door, Tang Ling stretched out his white jade palm to catch a piece of snowflakes that drifted into the wooden house. A faint chill came from his hands, and he glanced at the messy appearance of the wooden house: "It seems that I will stay here for a long time. a period of time."

There were waves in the space, and Di Yan's figure appeared in Tang Ling's vision.

"It just so happens that you can use this period of time to break through level [-], and go to the Star Dou Forest to get the fourth soul ring." With a wave of the left hand, the space was filled with waves, and two chairs appeared in the wooden house, and one of them sat leisurely On, with a cup of hot tea in his left hand.

Taking a sip of hot tea, he fell silent while watching the snowflakes floating outside the door with golden pupils.

He took off his coat, rolled up his inner lining, glanced at the messy wooden house, and started cleaning.

After all, I may have to live here for a long time.

He wasn't worried about being chased by his brother, Zhuqing and the others, because this place was far away from Tiandou City and very remote, and a few hundred meters further was the largest home of spirit beasts on the Douluo Continent, the Star Forest.

There is a great sunset forest in Tiandou City, hunting and killing soul beasts doesn't have to run that far.

Tang Ling has always believed in the principle of making enough food and clothing by himself, so his hands-on ability is very strong. He cleaned the wooden house in less than an hour, and handed over the damaged doors and windows to Di Yan. Strictly speaking, Di Yan is also one of the residents.

I built a wooden bed in the corner, leaned against the wall and looked at the snowflakes floating outside the window expressionlessly.

Di Yan did not build smooth doors and windows, but threw them into the space. With a wave of his hand, two light golden barriers covered all the doors and windows in the wooden house, and the cold wind and snowflakes blowing into the wooden house were also blocked from the outside. .

The house became silent again, and even the sound of heartbeat seemed to echo in the wooden house.

The sky is getting darker, the snow is falling heavily outside the house, and the silence like death will always make people unable to help but think about the most important person, which is almost everyone's nature.

Swiping his fingers lightly in the moonlit night, a stone that shimmered like a gem appeared in Tang Ling's hand.

As the soul power was instilled into the stone, the shimmering stone made a sound of cracking, and the shimmering light emitted by the stone became brighter, and as the surface of the stone fell off, the wrapped black spar was exposed.

There seemed to be stars twinkling on the black spar, and with the input of soul power, the light emitted by the spar shone on the smooth wall.

The blurry picture gradually became clear. The blurred picture seemed to gather all the light in the wooden house together, and the surroundings became dark. A tall and beautiful figure was reflected on the wall. The black costume showed the fiery figure to the fullest. Her long black hair hung loose behind her, and there was a gentle smile on her cold face.

Staring blankly at the woman in the picture, a gentle smile subconsciously appeared on her indifferent face.

The slender and fair fingers hovered in the air, as if lightly brushing the girl's cheek, and whispered the name of the figure: "Qing'er..."

I don't know how long I have been staring at that picture, my fingertips emit a glistening white light, and as I swipe gently, the picture reflected on the wall changes with the swipe of my fingertips.

Pink clothes, long black hair hanging down the back, pink rabbit ears drooping slightly on the head, hands clasped together in front of the chest, beautiful pink pupils exuding unparalleled charm.

The corners of the mouth raised uncontrollably, and the indifference in the pupils completely dissipated, like the melting of a glacier revealing the warmth hidden under the glacier.

Slide your fingertips again, and the picture on the wall changes again.

The seven figures put their arms around each other's shoulders, standing under the dusk, the sweat running down their cheeks, the tiredness in their eyes could not be concealed, but there was a contented smile on the corner of their mouths.

The sound of slight footsteps came to Tang Ling's ears, and he turned his head slightly to look to the side.

Wearing a golden robe, Di Yan sat beside Tang Ling with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the seven figures on the wall with indifferent eyes.

Withdrawing his indifferent gaze and refocusing on the screen, with a light swipe of his fingertips, the image reflected on the wall changed again.

The picture of the seven figures changed again, and another figure was reflected on the wall.

In his left hand he held a Clear Sky Hammer that was as tall as a person and glowed with azure blue thunder, and in his right hand was a Blue Silver Emperor plant glowing with golden light, with eight purple-red spider legs behind him, and his eyes glowed with purple awns.

I don't know how long it took, but the picture reflected on the wall slowly disappeared, and the photo stone, which glowed faintly like a gem, lost its luster and fell into Tang Ling's hands.

Crack, crack!
The crackling sound of the flames burning the wood resounded in the silent wooden house. He left the bed and squatted down beside the fire. The light of the fire reflected on Tang Ling's face, making the loneliness on Tang Ling's face more clearly visible.

Sitting on the bed that Tang Ling had made, Di Yan looked at Tang Ling's back, his golden pupils were slightly absent-minded.

(End of this chapter)