"No, I don't need you to help me kill people, I will kill people myself." Ling Bai shook his head. Just as Yang Yimo's pupils were waving, he said again:

"But I lack a beautiful subordinate. If a beautiful girl follows me when I kill someone, it will look particularly majestic. Would you like to be my beautiful girl?"

Yang Yimo pondered for a long time, and finally frowned and asked, "But I am not pretty, and I don't know what kind of beautiful girl you like. I only know how to practice guns."

Ling Bai suddenly looked amused and crying. The woman actually looked so ugly and bad.

Although her personality is obviously cold, it does not mean that she is cold all over.

Apart from his personality, he is completely the best choice in any aspect. With this condition, Yang Yimo actually told him seriously that he is not beautiful...

It's really old Versailles!

"I'll just talk about it." Ling Bai rubbed his slightly swelling temples and asked, "What makes you feel that you are not beautiful?"

Liu Yang on the side also cast a curious look. She thought Yang Yimo was quite beautiful, with an extremely rare kind of handsomeness.

"Because no one has ever said I'm pretty."

"Do you... don't know any peers, especially the opposite sex?"

"Well, I have lived with my tribe since I was a child. If I don't count them, you are the only peers I know."

Yang Yimo's cold voice came quietly, which didn't sound like sighing, but it didn't look like loneliness, nor did it look like regret. In short, if you want to find out what kind of tone this is, it may require a lot of brain cells.

Ling Bai let out a light breath and traveled to Douluo Continent for so many years. Yang Yimo was the first person to make him feel so helpless.

He heard that Yang Yimo must have been protected by Yang Wushuang at home and had never attended Soul Master Academy. Naturally, he would not know any peers or friends. Although he had strong talents and strength, Yang Yimo's behavior was as simple as a straight line.

"Then I'll tell you now that you are very beautiful, very beautiful." Ling Bai was a little embarrassed, but he still firmly extended his hand to Yang Yimo.

"Want to be my beautiful girl?"

After a long silence, Yang Yimo gently held Ling Bai's hand.

The moment when the hands were held together, Ling Bai was stunned for a moment. These were a pair of slender hands, but the palms were as rough as sandstone. You can imagine how much hardship the owner of the hand had suffered in the past years.

As Yang Yimo said, she only knows how to practice guns.

If you have to use one word to summarize Yang Yimo’s first ten years, then only those three words are the most suitable:

Soul-breaking gun.

"Trade, give me the fragrance and Qiluo Fairy Products, and I will be your beautiful girl." Yang Yimo said word by word, her eyes were as dark as ink in the sun, as if the boundless night sky.

"In seven days, I will go to the soul fighting venue of the Wuhun Palace Academy, and I will give you the first task there." Ling Bai threw the Youxiang Qiluo Immortal Product to Yang Yimo, and instructed her.

"knew."

She put away the fragrance and Qiluo Immortal Products, then turned her head and left, without stopping for a moment.

Yang Yimo's heroic back gradually disappeared in sight. Ling Bai looked up at the luxurious crystal dome of the Holy Son Hall and murmured:

"The fifth one, the last one is missing..."

Ling Bai hoped that Yang Yimo would be his beautiful girl, not because she fell in love with this iceberg and wanted to take her as herself, but because she was attracted by her talent and hoped to take her into the Martial Spirit Hall and become one of the right-hand men who can rely on in the future.

There are a total of six selected children, and now there is only one place left, but Ling Bai is a little embarrassed. Among the students of the Wuhun Palace Academy, he can no longer find a talented person.

"If the talent is not outstanding enough, then you can only choose from the emotional aspect. That person must be loyal enough to me and the Pope Palace, and it is best not to have family bonds..."

Ling Bai fell into deep thought, and his names rose and fell from his mind, but there was no one who satisfied Ling Bai.

"Holy, His Highness, do you drink tea?"

A moving voice rang in Ling Bai's ears, and Liu Yang was holding a cup of fragrant tea, and the tenderness almost overflowed from the different colored eyes of the ice blue and emerald green.

"Liuyang..."

Ling Bai's eyes lit up. He didn't let the outsiders go to the fields. Instead of being cheaper than a stranger he didn't know at all, he was better off his own people.

"Liuyang, I'll ask you, if I ask you to accomplish something beyond your limit, would you be willing to do it?" Ling Bai confirmed it last time.

Liu Yang blinked his strange colored eyes and said for granted: "From the day when His Holy Son bought me, my life belongs to His Holy Son. I will do whatever you told me to do."

"good."

Ling Bai smiled with satisfaction, and Liu Yang's loyalty made him decide: "Seven days later, you will also go to the Soul Fighting Arena of the Wuhun Palace Academy."

"Yes, His Highness the Son."

...

Wuhun City, the residence of a clan.

The tall old man sat on the yard lounge, his face shining with an unhealthy white, but his complexion was more energetic than before, as if he had realized a long-standing thought.

"grandfather."

Yang Yimo slowly walked to Yang Wushuang.

"Mo Mo is back." Yang Wushuang smiled heartily, and there was no sign of being tortured by toxins.

"I found something to treat colorful things." Yang Yimo's communication never goes around the corner, it is always straightforward and direct.

"Colorfulness is a forbidden poison of the clan. Where can you get the antidote?" Yang Wushuang waved his hand, not believing in Yang Yimo at all.

"Gived it from Ling Bai."

"What!?"

Hearing this, Yang Wushuang was shocked and jumped up from the recliner, and said excitedly: "That Holy Son of the Spirit Hall is not a good thing. Working with him is like making a fuss with a tiger!"

The impression Ling Bai left on him last time was too profound, but it was quite negative and profound, like a demon who chose people and was especially good at grasping the weaknesses of people's hearts.

Yang Wushuang was afraid that Yang Yimo would be eaten and there was not even bone residue left. She asked tremblingly: "What price did you pay!"

"Being the beautiful girl under his command."

Yang Wushuang stared at her big copper bell eyes, looking at her granddaughter who had never disobeyed her since childhood and had nothing else to do with the soul-breaking gun in her heart. She raised her palm and swung it around like she almost had all her strength, and slapped it hard.

Yang Yimo's eyes were calm. She had already expected Yang Wushuang to be furious and was ready.

"Bang!"

Without pain, Yang Wushuang's slap fell on his face, his right face swollen, and a wisp of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

He covered his face and said in great pain: "What did you change to yourself with him..."

"The Fairy Product of the Ouxiang Qiluo."
Chapter completed!