[Douluo Dalu] He and the sea

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I don’t know how much time passed, but as dawn was about to break on the horizon, there was finally some movement in this shady alley.

The morning breeze was slightly cool, and it rolled up the visitor's clothes unhurriedly, and fell together with the pace of the two of them.

The alley was quiet and empty, and the figure lying on the ground in front of them was motionless, blocking their way abruptly like a thick broken log.

"Hiss...wu..."

Bu Le opened his mouth wide and made intermittent breathy sounds.

The two people didn't stop walking. They paused for a while when they reached Bu Le.

"Who hurt you?"

The words were calm. The man standing on the left bent down and tapped a spot on the side of Bu Le's throat. Then he stood up straight again and spoke very coldly. His voice was slightly hoarse. Like the wind blowing through my ears at this time, it was very cool.

"That fat guy from the country college...still..."

The first sentence was dragged on to the next, and halfway through the sentence, he suddenly stopped and his eyes widened.

The warmth that trickled out was like a firewood that was about to burn out, burning his blood quickly. Unhappy opened his eyes, his breathing in his nostrils stopped, and a streak of bright red quickly passed through his undilated pupils. Bloody light and shadow.

That light and shadow was as curved as a crescent moon, and it was extremely fast. In just the blink of an eye, it quietly took away his life.

The man on the right looked on without making any move. He only spoke after the light and shadow disappeared.

"Why kill him? This is not the territory of our Spirit Hall."

The words came out softly, she was obviously a woman.

"A useless person who only talks nonsense is useless."

The smell of blood spread in the wind in an instant, and mixed with other smells in the alley, it smelled a little pungent.

"Are you afraid that you are upset because you haven't found the Yin Jue Sword Master?"

Glancing at the person standing on the left, the woman gave a slight sigh and raised her voice: "I haven't finished the things that Your Majesty told me, so why don't we go back as soon as possible."

"Okay." The man turned around and left without looking at the unhappy man lying on the ground.

"Just checking to see when there was a rural college here."

After the sound of thin footsteps disappeared, not long after, the sky suddenly broke out and the cool breeze stopped for a while.

At this moment, in the gaps between the leaves that seemed a little dense due to the lull in the wind, and between the opening and closing of several windows, a certain figure jumped out, which was particularly eye-catching.

It wasn't until a pair of slender, jade-like hands hugged it back that the pair of windows closed again, leaving only a small gap.

"It's cold outside in the autumn."

Ating lowered his eyes, smoothed the little guy's slightly messy head feathers, and then said angrily: "I've never seen you so reckless before."

"It's bad. I always have one window and one courtyard every day. It's a bit boring for the birds."

After saying that, the little guy didn't move anymore, but folded his wings and nestled in her palm, which was as cold as white jade.

"..."

A Ting frowned and opened her pale crimson lips. He was about to say something, but suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bell coming from outside.

She turned her eyes and looked at Xiao Wu who poked her head out from under the quilt. Then, as if they had a tacit understanding, they ran out of the house without saying a word.

At this moment, the sunshine outside was pouring down, and the golden light spread like gravel in the sky, covering all four corners of the earth with a warm warmth.

Not far outside, two girls with different figures and different autumn colors have come out side by side. One is tall and slender, the other is fair and graceful. They are facing the sun, with their backs against a patch of green branches mixed with yellow, in the sapphire sky. The bird looked farther and farther away from it.

About a moment later, everyone gathered on the playground.

After not seeing each other for a few days, the master put on a newly washed shirt. The fabric was an azure color and the color was light, which was very much like his calm and calm temperament.

Today, people gathered quickly, and the master did not wait too long. Seeing that several young people were quite energetic, he couldn't help but relax his eyebrows slightly, and his expression looked more cheerful.

The atmosphere was quiet. No one had spoken yet. Eight young people stood in a row, their figures reflected on the ground as the sunlight shifted, leaning on each other.

The teacher seemed to be waiting for someone.

Suddenly, this thought came to Tang San's heart.

Moreover, based on years of getting along and understanding each other, this is probably the case.

After a while, as if his suspicion was confirmed, the group saw Dean Flanders walking slowly towards them.

"You are all quite early, but I am late."

Flanders rubbed his hands, curved his usually calculating eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Xiao Gang, it's up to you to talk to the little monsters!"

As soon as these words fell, like a wind blowing up for no reason, a question quickly arose in the minds of several people.

Say what?

"We have discussed it and decided to take you to the Soto Spirit Arena..."

The master spoke one word at a time, and after watching everyone's reactions, he continued unhurriedly: "There is no time limit. When you get the Silver Fighting Soul Badge, what will happen to this training?" It’s over.”

"... "

Surprisingly, neither Flanders nor Master saw many surprised expressions.

Several young people listened quite calmly, and then nodded without changing their expressions.

"But is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Teacher, do you have any other specific requirements?"

After a moment of silence, Tang San took the lead in asking a question.

The master raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at him subconsciously, and met Tang San's clear and lively eyes.

If there are any requirements, the master has already estimated them.

"The Silver Soul Fighting Badges we require are not only obtained in one-on-one Soul Fighting, but also in team battles. In addition, you can freely combine for two-on-two Soul Fighting, but remember, Everyone must fight at least twice in a day, regardless of victory or defeat, they must fight, and... they are not allowed to use hidden weapons."

Snapped--

After the master finished speaking, Flanders stood nearby and suddenly clapped his hands, and said to the group of people with great interest: "All requests are subject to Xiaogang's orders. As for the group battle, you will all be called... Shrek Eight Monsters Let’s go to battle!”

"Eight people, remember to be of the same mind."

Neither one of them will work.

The wind was light that day, and as the sun gradually rose, the temperature gradually became much warmer.

Carrying a simply packed bag, Atin followed the middle of the team. He raised his head and looked through the gap between his fingers at the Soto Grand Soul Arena where the shadow could already be glimpsed.

That building was still as cold, bloody, and crazy as before.

After walking for almost half an hour, the master and the dean finally led them into an inn near the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

This inn was a little weird. When I entered, I saw a cold and cold lobby with simple decorations and a very empty space. There was not even a boy who was waiting to receive visitors. Flanders looked around leisurely, and then left. After a few steps, he lowered his head and glanced at the threshold covered with a thick layer of dust, then stepped forward to wake up the shopkeeper who was dozing off.

"I said, brother, have all your store clerks run away?"

The shopkeeper was young, had a square head and big ears, and looked very kind. He raised his neck in a daze, glanced at Flanders, then curled his two-character mustache and said : "Are you all here for the Great Soul Fighting Arena?"

This sentence did not answer the question. Flanders blinked, nodded and replied: "Of course it is."

The shopkeeper waved his hands, propped his head and yawned: "Who are the people who go in and out of the big spirit fighting arena? We who do ordinary business can't afford to entertain, and occasionally there are a few bad-tempered ones. Which clerks dare to keep them? ?”

Having said this, he lowered his eyes and began to collect the soul coins that Flanders had just placed on the counter.

"Although this is a small business, everyone who comes here is a customer. It's dad who pays. Please come upstairs."

The shopkeeper took the money and led the people upstairs with a smile on his face. It was almost noon, and the rising temperature began to gradually amplify the smell of decaying wooden furniture.

There was a clanking sound from the old stairs, which seemed abrupt and harsh in the empty pavilion.

"Stay here. I'll find some people to clean up after the party. Don't worry, the decorations here are better than those over there."

After leading a group of people to the left side of the second floor and opening all the doors one by one, the shopkeeper put the keys away and turned around.

"Is there anyone over there?"

Dai Mubai raised his eyes, and the pair of heterochromatic pupils were like a pair of bright and clear gems, exceptionally eye-catching.

After a few curious glances, the shopkeeper followed his gaze to the room on the right and patiently answered the question: "I made the order yesterday. I heard that like you, I help young people, but I guess More distinguished."

dignitaries…

Inexplicably, Flanders adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose uncomfortably, and asked curiously: "Then why don't you see anyone?"

"I don't know about that. I don't observe much on weekdays. Almost all the people who come here are missing."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to say anything. He winked, put his hands on his neck, and said cautiously: "You can stay here if you want. Don't ask me anything else. It's not very peaceful recently."

It seemed that he was really afraid that Flanders and the others would ask any more questions. After the shopkeeper said this, he hurriedly went downstairs. Flanders looked at his fleeing back, shook his head, and greeted several people to enter. own room.

At the same time, when they all entered the house, another person came in at the door. The shopkeeper had only rested for less than half a moment and didn't even have time to drink tea. When he saw someone coming, he stretched his neck and looked at the door. , it didn’t matter at this glance, he suddenly stood up straight again.

"This, this, this...but Mr. Qin Ming? Didn't you say you would come to check into the inn tomorrow?"

The man was tall. As soon as he entered the door, he took out some soul coins and placed them on the counter.

"I am Qin Ming."

He lowered his body slightly, smiled politely, and said with a very humble look: "There have been some changes. Maybe I will move in tonight. I would like to trouble the shopkeeper to clean up all the rooms that were agreed before."