Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 273
Tang Ling restrained his aura, and stared coldly at the seven people possessed by martial spirits one after another. Each of them had seven spirit rings dancing on their bodies, except for the only woman in the field who was a four-ring spirit sect .

A wave of aura was pressing on Tang Ling. Tang Ling glanced at them without changing his face, and frowned slightly. The 10-year-old soul beast, Titan Giant Ape, which is equivalent to the title Douluo of human beings, could not slow down Tang Ling's movements in the gravity field, let alone the momentum released by these soul saints.

Tang Ling took a step forward and stepped on the steps. The crisp footsteps sounded like the beginning of terror. Almost instantly, the aura that Tang Ling had put away was released again, a stronger and more suppressed aura. Instantly swept out.

Puff, puff!
There was no accident, almost at the moment when the aura was released, everyone knelt down under the pressure of this aura, and no one was still standing, including that Contra.

Tang Ling glanced blankly at the charming woman, and several big question marks appeared on his head.

Every time Tang Ling took a step forward, his momentum became stronger. The moment Tang Ling entered the lobby, everyone's foreheads almost hit the ground.

What kind of person is Tang Ling?If no one provokes him, then he is a person who looks indifferent but is very gentle in his heart. Once you are touched by Ni Lin, then he will let you try the fear of being dominated by God.

"Are you Qing'er's father?" The indifferent and cold voice reached everyone's ears. This was the first sentence Tang Ling uttered after entering the Star Luo Empire.

"I am." Zhu Jinhao was taken aback for a moment, and he reacted almost instantly, kneeling on the ground even if he was in a mess, his voice was rough but concealed a deep killing intent.

"You want to kill my Qing'er?" Tang Ling raised his hand, Zhu Jinhao's body was suspended in the air as if someone had strangled him, and endless terrifying killing intent erupted from his dark and deep pupils.

Zhu Jinhao was not given a chance to speak, because Tang Ling knew the answer from the beginning.Thinking of Zhuqing living in this kind of home like raising Gu, the anger that subsided slightly in his heart suddenly became bigger, he raised his hand and waved it like throwing a piece of garbage, Zhu Jinhao His body flew out as if he had been hit hard, and the smooth floor was smashed into cracks like spider webs.

"Cough!" A mouthful of blood was spat out, but before he could react, Tang Ling appeared in front of him, and one foot had already stepped on Zhu Jinhao's chest, and the huge force made Zhu Jinhao, who stood up slightly, lie down again. The cracks in the ground got a little bigger.

Tang Ling bent slightly, looked down at Zhu Jinhao's red eyes, and continued in an indifferent and cold voice: "You should be glad that you are Qing'er's father, if you are not Qing'er's father, before you say that sentence When you speak, you are doomed to die."

Shame, this is a great shame to Zhu Jinhao!As the head of the Zhu family, one of the three major families of the Star Luo Empire, his arrogance was no lower than that of anyone else, but such an existence that was untouchable to ordinary soul masters was stepped under by a young man at this moment!
"What do you want to do?!" Zhu Jinhao's face was twisted and ferocious, his pride was shattered to pieces, and was trampled into pieces by this young man.He is not a fool, if this young man wants to kill him, as long as the foot on him is a little harder, he may be trampled to death directly.

"I only want one thing, and that is Qing'er's marriage certificate."

Under the pressure from Tang Ling, Zhu Jinhao was forced to take out Zhu Zhuqing's marriage certificate that was placed on him. When Tang Ling saw the marriage certificate, Tang Ling also moved his foot from Zhu Jinhao's body.

Put away the marriage certificate, put away the coercion that was released, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and returned to the main hall of Zhu's house. Looking at the soft and charming girl covered in sweat, Tang Ling suddenly said, "You are Zhu Zhuyun?"

Everyone was stunned, including the soft girl herself, but she quickly realized that she stood up and nodded calmly: "I am."

Under Zhu Zhuyun's stunned and disappointed eyes, the elders she respected in the past didn't even look at her, and quietly left here with their heads down, including her biological father who also abandoned her without a word.

"I didn't target you, and the coercion didn't release you. Why..." Tang Ling looked at Zhu Zhuyun who was half or six like his own Qing'er. Although his voice softened a lot, it was still full of enthusiasm. indifferent.

Zhu Zhuyun smiled, tired and forced, and didn't answer Tang Ling's question. Instead, when he bypassed Tang Ling and walked in a certain direction, he asked a completely irrelevant question: "I saved my sister in the Panlong Forest back then. ...The one from Zhuqing is you, right?"

"it's me."

Both of them fell into silence. Tang Ling kept walking behind Zhu Zhuyun, and didn't stop until they came to a room.

Zhu Zhuyun's slender and slender hand brushed the doorknob lightly, a trace of nostalgia and pain flashed in his eyes, he barely maintained a smile on his face, and said softly: "This is Zhuqing's room, you can go in and have a look."

The door of the room was pushed open by Tang Ling. It was not as dusty as imagined. Instead, it was relatively clean. What caught the eye was a uniform white color. Except for a few cute pink pillows lying on the bed, it was simple and pitiful.

The moment Tang Ling stepped into the room, Zhu Zhuyun's voice rang in his ears: "Is she alright?"

"she's fine."

"Thank you."

It's just three short sentences, but the things contained in them are extremely astonishing.

Zhu Zhuyun left, and the moment she turned around, she put on a soft smile again, this smile is like a mask, once you put it on, you can never take it off.

Tang Ling stood in the room, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the time limit what Zhu Zhuqing's small body had done in every corner of the room.

Tang Ling shook his head, brushed his fingertips across the desk, felt the coldness on the desk, sat on the white bed, looked at the simple and clean room in silence.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sudden blackness on the bed, and subconsciously took out something under the pillow. It was a black notebook.

The book was opened, and there were three words Zhu Zhuqing written on it, the handwriting looked very immature, like someone who had just learned to write, crooked, a little ugly and also a little inexplicably cute.

Almost subconsciously, the corners of Tang Ling's mouth drew a beautiful arc, and he turned to the next page again. The text on the next page was only two short words, and it was these two words that completely evoked Tang Ling continued to read.

journal.

(End of this chapter)