Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is the Ten Ferocious Heavenly Horned Ant

Although he was the one who was forced into this situation, he should take the blame himself. After all, Dongqing didn't want his woman to bear this kind of pressure. After all, he was a responsible man!

At that moment, Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, who was eavesdropping using the Blue Silver Grass branch, was deeply moved and felt an urge to give birth to a baby Blue Silver Grass for Dong Qing.

"Don't give me that. I know you well enough. You're not that kind of person. You would never force anyone," Tang San said, shaking his head.

The reason he was willing to associate with Dongqing when he was young was because he found that Dongqing was an upright person with principles, a person who could be trusted.

Although he himself is unwilling to be a good person, he absolutely does not mind being friends with good people.

Without a doubt, Tang San is that kind of person.

Moreover, as Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin said, Dong Qing was someone she watched grow up, but wasn't Tang San, this adult soul from another world, also someone she watched grow up?

"I...."

Seeing that Dongqing was about to explain, Tang San interrupted him and said, "Alright, I'm not here to pursue this issue today. I just wanted to see my mother and confirm whether she is really with you."

"Then what should you call me?" Dongqing asked expectantly.

There's a saying that goes, we should address each other differently. I call you "Big Brother," so you should call me...

“If you bring this up again, I’ll lose my temper! Also, be nicer to my mom.”

Tang San waved his hand, shaking off Dong Qing's arm that was draped over his shoulder. He then waved to Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin, who was not far away, and left without looking back.

Why doesn't Tang San hate Dong Qing?

The reason is simple: aside from the fact that Tang San is a selfish person, he also doesn't want to interfere in his parents' affairs.

Tang San didn't understand matters of the heart very well.

Just because her father, Tang Hao, couldn't keep her mother, Lan Yinhuang A Yin, she couldn't turn against a childhood friend who could help her a lot in the future.

Tang San really didn't understand the point of doing that. He gained his father's appreciation but lost his mother's care. What was he trying to achieve?

Therefore, it is indeed not advisable for children and younger generations to interfere in the emotional affairs of their parents and elders. No matter what they do, it will be wrong. Helping one will inevitably offend the other.

It's better to ignore everything and not offend either side.

Moreover, Tang San has been taking care of Tang Hao since he was a child, and Tang Hao himself has not given Tang San any fatherly love. So why should Tang San now favor Tang Hao, his alcoholic father?

And most importantly.

Not long ago, during their brief reunion, Tang Hao's cold and ruthless attitude completely extinguished any remaining affection between them. For Tang San, all that mattered was that his mother, the Blue Silver Emperor A Yin, was happy.

.........

After Dongqing returns.

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin gently pinched the blue-gold skirt hem with her fair hands, looking shy and embarrassed. She pretended not to know anything and glanced at Dong Qing.

"Is the other woman alright now? Will she accept us being together? Is she very opposed to it? If she really can't accept it, I can talk to her, and I believe she can understand."

As she spoke, Blue Silver Emperor A Yin hugged Dong Qing tightly, her bright red lips glistening like ripe peaches, making one want to take a bite.

"Don't worry, Sister Yin. He might not support it, but he won't oppose it either. Simply put, he doesn't care about these things; he just wants you to be happy."

Dong Qing reached out and gently stroked the shoulder of Blue Silver Emperor A Yin. He actually liked the mature and beautiful woman in his arms very much.

Although the older sisters are like ruthless sharks who devour people without spitting out the bones, they are also very passionate and caring.

Just now.

Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin lifted her head from Dong Qing's embrace. She looked ahead and, through the omnipresent Blue Silver Grass, sensed that outsiders were rushing towards them.

Upon noticing someone's arrival, Blue Silver Emperor Ah Yin lowered her head and gently pecked Dong Qing's forehead. Then, she transformed back into her Blue Silver Emperor form and returned to Dong Qing's chest.

About three minutes later, a slender woman with stunning beauty, long blue hair cascading down her shoulders, and wearing a silver-gray dress approached Dong Qing.

"Your Highness Dongqing, I...I...I am Ye Lingling from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. I visited Wuhun City last time. Do you...remember me?"

Chapter 243, she turned around and wanted more.

"Of course I remember. You are Ye Lingling, the only successor of the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul in this generation. Not long ago, you came to Martial Soul City with Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan," Dong Qing replied casually.

He now felt that Ye Lingling in front of him was a bit strange. Why did this woman suddenly come to talk to him and forcibly interrupt his closeness with Blue Silver Emperor A Yin?

"I...I'm not only the successor of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Soul, but also...I'm a fan of Your Highness Dongqing. I really...I really love your two poems. I want...I really want to..."

At this moment, Ye Lingling was not as cold and unapproachable as usual. In front of Dong Qing, she was very nervous, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Ye Lingling, what... what are you thinking right now?"

Dong Qing noticed Ye Lingling's nervousness, so he deliberately moved forward, which startled her so much that she took two or three steps back. But after Ye Lingling realized what was wrong, she felt something was off. Why did she have to back away?

Ye Lingling raised her head, her gaze hardening. But when she saw Dong Qing's handsome profile, her heart stirred, and she couldn't help but want to lean in and get close to him.

After suppressing her emotions, she pursed her bright red lips and then took out the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that she had prepared beforehand from a bracelet-like spatial soul tool on her wrist.

[Civilian-grade Soul Guidance Device]

Thanks to the existence of the Spirit Hall, the Douluo Continent has maintained peace for hundreds of years without any major wars. At the same time, the two great empires, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, have never dared to truly go to war because of the existence of the Spirit Hall.

During these peaceful centuries, the technology of soul tools in Douluo Continent has developed rapidly, especially the various civilian-use soul tools, which have flourished.

Light bulb soul tools, camera soul tools, camera soul tools, and common space soul tools have also evolved into various jewelry forms. Ye Lingling's bracelet-type soul tool is a common space soul tool.

...........

Looking at the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him, Dong Qing frowned slightly, looked at Ye Lingling, and said nothing.

What exactly does this woman want?

Seemingly noticing Dong Qing's gaze, Ye Lingling took out a small table from her bracelet-type spatial soul tool and gently placed the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on it.

at this time.

Ye Lingling took a deep breath, stepped forward, and gently hugged Dong Qing's arm with her fair skin. She said in a coquettish tone, "Your Highness Dong Qing, could you please write me a poem on the spot, 'Seeing or Not Seeing' and 'Dancing Lightly in Pairs,' since I'm your fan?"

She had long admired Ning Rongrong's original manuscript of "Light Dance in Pairs" for a long time, and now that she finally had the opportunity, she certainly wouldn't let go of the chance to have Dong Qing personally write these two poems.

"This...it's not a big deal. I'll grant your wish today. But before that, Ye Lingling, you have to let go of my arm."

As he spoke, Dongqing tried to pull his arm away, but couldn't manage to pull it out of her arms.

"Oh! Okay, I understand. I... I'll grind the ink for you." Ye Lingling's fair cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly let go of Dong Qing's arm.

About ten minutes later, the pitch-black ink finally dissolved on the inkstone. Under Ye Lingling's watchful gaze, Dong Qing gently picked up the brush and dipped it in the fine ink.

As a senior student at the Spirit Hall Elite Soul Master Academy, Dong Qing not only learned the application of various soul skills, but he also learned to write beautiful calligraphy.

His arm danced in the wind on the white paper, and the brush revealed beautiful characters on it.

[Dancing in Pairs]

One should not dance lightly in one's life, for a dance leads to a lifetime of suffering.

I dance for you in this life, even if it means a lifetime of bitter dancing.

I dance for you in this life, and I will dance for you in every life.

My heart remains unchanged despite a thousand setbacks, and I find no bitterness even in the face of ten thousand deaths.

Light as a dream, a dream that floats away, a sea of ​​blood and a mountain of bones, a bewitching dance, I wield my sword for a thousand miles, ask no questions, for I will follow you to the highest heavens, through life and death.

.....

After writing her first poem, "Lightly Dancing in Pairs," Ye Lingling picked up the blank paper, looked at it, smelled the ink on it, and admired it carefully for a while before taking out a second sheet of paper.

Those bright pupils were filled with a pitiful look as Ye Lingling gazed at Rang Dongqing, hoping he would write another poem, "To See or Not to See".

Without hesitating for long, Dongqing picked up his brush and continued writing the next poem.

To see or not to see

Whether you see me or not.

I was right there, neither sad nor happy.

You may read my name, or you may not.

The feeling is there, it neither comes nor goes.

Whether you love me or not, love is there, unchanging.

You can come with me, or you can not.

My hand is in yours, I will never let go.

Come into my arms, or let me live in your heart.

Silent love, quiet joy.

.....

After finishing the last poem, Dong Qing was about to leave when he saw Ye Lingling's expectant gaze beside him.

As he expected, the next moment, Ye Lingling suddenly asked, "Your Highness Dongqing, do you have any other poems or essays that you could write for me separately?"

As she spoke, her face flushed, as if she were anticipating a very important gift.

Perhaps it was Dong Qing's easygoing nature that led Ye Lingling to misunderstand something, mistakenly believing that he also had feelings for her.

Ye Lingling, radiating youthful energy, was like a young girl experiencing first love, asking her beloved boy for a token of their affection.

"I don't want to write!"

Dong Qing shook his head, indicating that he didn't want to write a poem for a woman alone. What if the other jealous girls found out... how would he explain it? Should he write one for each of them?

"I don't want to write?" Not "I can't write..." Ye Lingling instantly grasped the difference. She gritted her teeth and said firmly, "Your Highness Dongqing, if you don't write, I will..."

"What will you do?"

Dong Qing leaned forward slightly, blinked curiously, and looked at the woman in front of him, who was about the same height as him, with some anticipation, wanting to see how she would threaten him.

"I...I...I will never like you again!" Ye Lingling said through gritted teeth, as if making this decision required a great deal of determination.

"Oh! So you like me? But I still won't write!" Dong Qing said, then turned and left.

That greedy woman wrote two poems and still wasn't satisfied!

Dong Qing didn't want to waste time here. He needed to discuss matters with Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe [Qian Renxue] later, not to pick up girls.

Huh? So decisive? Is he really leaving?

Ye Lingling watched Dong Qing walk further and further away, feeling somewhat conflicted. She wanted to stop him, but didn't know how, feeling a sense of wanting to do something but being powerless to do so.