Douluo's dark martial arts

Why exactly...

Sitting numbly on the ground, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have lost his soul, staring at the ceiling above his head without blinking, as if trying to find the answer he wanted from the gray and wrinkled wall.

Liu Erlong was in a coma,

Flanders nearly died;

Everything happened in less than midnight, and as the best friend of the two of them, apart from causing trouble, I did not help them in any way.

If he hadn't sent Tang San to Shrek Academy, Tiqi would naturally not have had the opportunity to kill Zhao Wuji and form a hatred with Shrek Academy.

Things would not have developed to where they are today. After Zhao Wuji, the tragic deaths of both Li Yusong and Lu Qibin almost killed the few trustworthy people around Flanders.

damn it!Damn it! !

Yu Xiaogang punched the ground angrily, just like when he left the family, just like when he left the Wuhun Hall,

He hit the ground again and again, and the peak of his fist cracked when the second punch landed. Blood spilled all over the ground, glowing scarlet under the moonlight.

The pain stimulated the brain to stop Yu Xiaogang's behavior, but at this moment, what the man needed was this bone-crushing pain to awaken his numb soul.

He could no longer retreat. He had retreated in Wuhun Palace, he had retreated in front of Yu Luo Mian,

At the turning point of his life, he chose to retreat too many times. The repeated retreats made him numb and pushed him to the edge of the cliff of life.

"teacher!"

Suddenly, the door of the room was opened, and Tang San's exclamation came from the door,

Seeing his teacher hurting himself, Tang San rushed forward to control Yu Xiaogang and said loudly,

"Teacher, Dean Flender and Teacher Liu Erlong are both awake. Even if you blame yourself, you can't hurt yourself like this!"

"Injury? Ha...is this considered injury?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San with a stiff face. Looking at the face that came into view, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

Excellent soul master qualifications and special martial soul examples. If God hadn't made a joke, this should have been the soul master qualifications he possessed.

However, God loves to joke, the Holy Dragon of Light became a "pig" who could only fart, and the son of Titled Douluo became a great soul master...

Even if he wants to prove himself in the martial arts field, he needs to cultivate his disciples to achieve it, and cannot rely on himself to prove it to the world.

"Compared with Flanders' injury, my injury is just a scratch on the flesh."

Yu Xiaogang signaled to Tang San that there was nothing wrong with him, and then slowly stood up with Tang San's help.

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's exposed fist peaks, and he could probably understand how painful the teacher he had always regarded as his father was feeling.

But there is no way to understand. Right now, he has no ability to avenge his teacher. The only thing they can do is endure.

Be patient until the time comes and turn around, be patient until the day comes and turn around,

"Let's go and see how Flanders and the others are doing."

Yu Xiaogang casually tore off two pieces of cloth from his clothes and wrapped them around his hands. He let the blood seep through the cloth and drip onto the ground. He seemed to be unconscious.

"teacher..."

Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang's back and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

My teacher... seems to have changed a bit...

All the way to the resting barracks of Liu Erlong and Flender, Yu Xiaogang stood in front of the door with a stiff face and stretched out his hand to open the door, but his hand was hanging in the air but he froze again.

"Ahem! What are you doing standing at the door? Did you forget to bring the fruit basket?"

Flanders' tired cough came from the door, which was clearly meant to lighten the atmosphere, but the hoarse voice filled with exhaustion seemed particularly lonely.

creak~

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and finally pushed the door open. The smell of earthy blood that greeted him made him frown in discomfort.

Looking at the two people lying on the wooden bed respectively, Yu Xiaogang pulled a chair and sat in the middle of the two people without saying a word.

"Mubai, you and Xiao Ao go out first. We have been busy for half the night, and we will let this old boy take care of us for the rest of the night."

Flanders forced a smile on his bloodless face, and sent away the mistress inside the house and at the door, leaving the three of them alone in the room.

Tai Tan, who was slightly injured, had already returned to Tiandou City overnight because he was worried that his family would be tricked.

After all, Tiqi's bottom line is really unbelievable. The chamber of commerce in Tiandou City believed that the other party would abide by the unspoken rules, but they died without knowing how.

The Youli clan has been targeted by the Wuhun Palace. Although they have managed to gain a foothold in these years, they are still unable to match the huge power of Ti Qi. Tai Tan cannot afford to bet on the lives of the clan.

"Hey~ what's wrong? You didn't say a word when you came here. We are the ones who got hurt, okay?"

Flanders leaned against the bed and looked at the ceiling. When he saw Yu Xiaogang sitting on the side with his head lowered and not speaking, he had no choice but to speak to break the silence.

"Speaking of which, it's a good thing I didn't ask you to go. When I went, Liu Erlong's martial soul avatar was all used up, and he didn't have the strength to use his martial soul avatar at all.

The old man knocking on the door is also quite sinister, so be careful next time you meet him.

And the one who turned into a zombie, I’m not saying he’s really ugly, his face is as stiff as yours.

I would say the most dangerous one is the one who uses graves..."

"sorry..."

Suddenly a small apology came out of Yu Xiaogang's mouth with his head lowered. His voice was so low that if you didn't listen carefully, no one would notice that he was speaking.

However, just such an apology, which was as loud as a mosquito, caused Flanders' endless chatter to stop and fall into silence.

After a period of silence, Yu Xiaogang slowly raised his head and looked at Flanders, only to see him staring at him with bloodshot eyes, his throat moving up and down, and he choked down and said,

"Three...Zhao Wuji, Li Yusong, Lu...Qi Bin...I'll fuck your uncle! Yu Xiaogang! I'll fuck your uncle!!!"

All the support and pretense were cruelly torn apart by reality at this moment. Not everyone can face the bloody truth, and the death of a friend is not something that can be accepted easily.

Facing Flanders's abuse, Yu Xiaogang didn't make any rebuttal. He just sat there quietly and listened.

Listening to the hysterical curses seemed to make him feel a little relieved, but soon the curses turned into tears.

Yes, it’s crying, the most primitive way for humans to vent their emotions.

A master soul master who has made it all the way to this point and can convince Zhao Wuji, the Fudo Ming King. After experiencing the death of two old friends, he cried like a helpless child.

"If you want to blame it, blame me. If I didn't drink, these things wouldn't happen."

The collapsing atmosphere plunged Liu Erlong into an emotional low. She clenched the quilt tightly with her fingers and made a dull sound. Only she knew the regret contained in it.