Douluo's Shura Angel

Chapter 256 Killing Sword, Bird with Broken Wings
"..." The purple-haired gloomy boy who followed closely looked at the object that was so attractive to him, opened his mouth again and again, and raised his palm lightly.

In the end, the eyes dimmed, the mouth closed, and the palms dropped, all turning into a powerless sigh.

What can he do, he can't fight, and the two sides don't know each other.

Moreover, the purple-haired gloomy boy who has his own understanding of the world after going through the cold and warm, does not think that someone will give up the most precious treasure in this temple.

The gloomy purple-haired boy was very sure that the item he didn't see clearly could definitely solve his problem and save him from the sea of ​​suffering.

However, that object was not destined for him. When this weak and beautiful girl blasted open the heavy stone door with one punch after another, he knew that the gap between them was as insurmountable as a natural moat.

"Crack!" When Qian Renxue landed the item lightly, an ethereal voice sounded in the minds of the soul masters in the temple, whether they were receiving the chance assessment or absorbing the chance.

"The temple is about to be closed, and all sober soul masters will be forcibly sent out!"

As soon as the words fell, under the amazed gaze of the crowd, those opportunities that had not been cracked and absorbed by the soul masters all disappeared, but those soul masters who were absorbing the opportunities were not affected in any way.

At the same time, everyone felt a suction force, and everyone realized that this was the way to take themselves out of here.

Those soul masters who have already got chances are fine, anyway, a soul master can only get one chance, although some chances are not so satisfying to them, but it is better than none!

Facing the complacent and slightly mocking faces of those soul masters who got the opportunity, they got nothing. The soul masters who simply came here for a month's tour, oh, plus those who lost in the struggle for opportunities and on the way to the temple. The soul masters who lost their companions but got nothing were all yelling angrily.

Some grumpy soul masters have already blasted their soul skills straight at the obtrusive soul masters.

It's just that these soul masters who have gained nothing have forgotten what it means to speak out, and they have also ignored where they are now.

The soul skills that had just been released dissipated directly, and the words of swearing were immediately silenced as soon as they uttered a word, and the punishment was enough to make nearly one-third of the soul masters terrified.

They all dropped one level of soul power, and the soul power they had cultivated so hard was silently wiped out by one level.

Everyone stopped talking, panicked in their hearts, and the soul master who originally wanted to stay for a while with a fluke mentality no longer resisted the suction.

As the white light rose, there were only three living people left in the temple.

It turned out that after getting the crystal between the eyebrows of the Goddess of Kindness, Qian Renxue didn't intend to investigate on the spot, but looked at the gloomy purple-haired boy at the door who looked hopeless in life.

"Your martial soul is a life-killing sword, right?"

Although Qian Renxue asked interrogative sentences, her tone was so certain.

"Ah...oh! Me!" The purple-haired boy who was in a state of deep depression suddenly woke up when he heard the cool and pleasant voice, looked around and found that there were only three of them, and pointed to his nose hesitantly.

"You are so stupid, besides you, are there any other strangers here!" Na'er looked at the clumsy look of the gloomy young man, and wondered if the other party's original appearance of not getting close to strangers was just pretending.

In fact, every ruthless boy is a hidden erha! ?
"Yes... yes!" The originally dim eyes of the purple-haired gloomy boy suddenly lit up, and the despair in the eyes was gradually filled with hope.

Can you see your own martial spirit, can you also solve your own problems!
After all, even the elders of the sect he belonged to didn't know the martial soul of the gloomy purple-haired boy at first. Even if he said his martial soul's name, no one knew a little bit of information.

This once made him very desperate. He was so influenced by the Killing Sword that sometimes he always felt that the Killing Sword was controlling him, not himself, the master.

He was almost dealt with directly as an evil soul master because of the violent runaway of the martial soul when the martial soul was awakened.

If it wasn't for the moment when the martial soul was awakened and was at its weakest, he might not be able to wake up.

Even so, if it wasn't for his innate soul power as high as eighth level, he was the child with the highest talent in the sect at that time, he would have been dealt with by the sect long ago.

He was kept by the sect, but his freedom was completely restricted. He was strictly guarded by the sect like a prisoner, without any freedom.

He knew that he, who was left with his life, should be grateful to the sect, and grateful for his life being left behind.

But, people are always greedy and will not be satisfied, let alone restricting freedom like a prisoner.

Sometimes, looking at the free and carefree fellow door outside the window, looking at the carefree reptile.

He would laugh at himself and think: "A bird with broken wings is nothing more than that!"

He was unwilling, angry, and hesitant, but in the end it all turned into deep powerlessness and despair.

What can he do, he can't resist, and no one can redeem him, give him dawn and light.

Now, looking at the cold, mysterious, invincible and beautiful girl in front of him, the gloom of the purple-haired boy dissipated a little like a dark cloud meeting a bright sun.

The opening of hope and light he had dreamed of was at hand.

"You...can you solve my problem?" The purple-haired boy, whose gloom had dissipated a little, spoke with hope, and the crystal-like hope contained in those reddish eyes was so dazzling.

Facing the boy's dazzling eyes of hope, Qian Renxue said indifferently:

"I can indeed help you solve the negative effects of the Killing Sword, but what do you use to impress me!"

Hearing the first half of Qian Renxue's sentence, the purple-haired boy was as warm as if standing under the warm sun in the twelfth lunar month of winter, not only warming his body.

But when he heard the second half of Qian Renxue's words, the warm sun receded instantly, and the overwhelming snow fell towards his heart.

yes!If it's not a relative, why does the other party want to help you, just because you are having a miserable life?
Don't be naive, there are more than thousands of miserable people in the world!

There are many people in Douluo Continent who are more miserable than him, so how can he get more sympathy and favor!

"..." There was silence, all hope turned into deeper despair, he was completely speechless after going through the cold and warm in the sect.

He believed that he didn't have any leverage to impress this beautiful girl, and he wanted to say that he was willing to sacrifice his life to repay this kindness.

However, if the purple-haired boy is willing, is the other party willing?

The most valuable thing on Douluo Continent is life, and the cheapest thing is also life.

PS: Thinking that the leave note I bought last month was useless, I feel very heartbroken, what a loss (┯_┯)!

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