"His Son, I have something to say."

The dead silence lasted for a long time, and finally a sharp female voice broke the silence.

Zhang Min, she stood in front of the students with her head down, and a trace of resentment flashed through her lowered pupils.

Zhang Min clenched her fists, and Yang Yimo's last heavy blow directly broke several bones. At this moment, a burst of heart-wrenching pain came from her back, but compared to physical pain, spiritual torture and torture, the most unbearable thing for this pride of heaven in the Wuhun Palace Academy.

From the day she awakened her martial soul, she was surrounded by countless complimentary sounds. From childhood to adulthood, she was one of the most popular figures of her age.

But today, the so-called influential figures were torn and broken under Yang Yimo's invincible soul-breaking gun. When everyone in the Soul Palace Academy mentioned Zhang Min's name, they probably would no longer be filled with looking up and awe as they used to.

Because she is a loser, there are always seven people standing above her head, and seven of them are the existences that the younger generation of the Wuhun Hall look up and respect.

This situation is undoubtedly more uncomfortable for Zhang Min, who has a deep background and has been spoiled and arrogant since childhood than taking her life.

Once you climb to the altar that is respected by everyone and fall down, there will be a huge sense of gap. Many people cannot tolerate this gap, resulting in various psychological distortions.

This kind of example is not uncommon, and Zhang Min now seems to have signs!

"explain."

Ling Bai spit out a word, and Tianqing's eyes were cold and indifferent.

"These three people were not from our Wuhun Palace Academy before, but from the people brought by His Highness the Holy Son."

Zhang Min stretched out a finger and pointed it at Yang Yimo, Ye Lingling and Liu Yang.

She is the proud daughter of the Wuhun Palace Academy. Zhang Min can do whatever she noticed, but she has lost her mind at this moment and anger has penetrated her mind.

"So what?" Ling Bai asked back.

"I don't have to explain some things clearly, everyone understands them. But it's okay for His Highness, the Soul-Breaking Spear and the Nine Hearts Begonia. Both of them have the top martial souls in the world, and their combat power is indeed worthy of being selected for the Wuhun Hall Team, so I have nothing to say when they stay..."

To most people's surprise, Zhang Min actually gave Yang Yimo and Ye Lingling high affirmation first, and did not hesitate to his praise and admiration, but there were only a few people, such as Ling Bai, Hu Liena and Xu Yu, and they all knew that Zhang Min's highlight was behind.

"But I can't understand that this great soul master was selected for the Spirit Hall team!"

Zhang Min indeed began to target Liu Yang, her golden eyes flashed with dazzling light:

"In the past, the minimum standard for the Soul Palace team was the Fourth Ring Soul Sect, because it represents the face of the No. 1 Academy of the Continental Academy of the Soul Palace! This cat woman just eliminated four wastes who had just broken through the Soul Palace. What qualifications did she have to represent the Soul Palace? What's the use of her!"

Faced with Zhang Min's violent outbreak, Liu Yang stood beside Ye Lingling and shivered. Her body was covered with red and purple scars. She also paid a heavy price to eliminate the four soul masters.

She has worked very hard, really.

Her combat experience was pitifully small, and she stepped onto the soul-fighting platform entirely through her feelings and trust in Ling Bai.

Liu Yang is not Yang Yimo and Ye Lingling at the Soul Sect level, but a 29-level soul master. She has reached the limit she can do, and it is difficult for her to ask her to do anything else.

Especially the sentence "What's the use of you?" hit Liu Yang's most fragile part in his heart.

Liu Yang still clearly remembers that fifteen years ago in winter, the wife Xu Ling in the mansion came to her and her mother with a group of evil servants.

"What's the use of you mother and daughter? Living is also a waste of food!"

Then they drove the mother and daughter to the woodshed behind the servant area and lived a difficult and difficult life from then on.

At the age of six, Liu Yang woke up his martial soul with anticipation, because this was the only opportunity to change her and her mother's living conditions. As long as she could awaken the Netherworld Spirit Cat of the Netherworld clan, even if Xu Ling was unwilling to accept it, she had to report it to her father Zhu Hanfeng.

However, her martial soul is a mutated white flame spirit cat. Although the quality of the martial soul is not inferior to that of the Netherworld Spirit Cat, the mutated martial soul is not recognized by the Netherworld clan. After all, she can't change anything.

That day, Liu Yang clearly saw the loneliness that could not be concealed in the eyes of her mother in the awakening stage, and the increasingly smug smile on Xu Ling's face. She said arrogantly again:

"Forget it, I can't wake up the Netherworld Spirit Cat, but it has actually mutated into a lowly cat woman. Did you see the disappointment in Liu Yue's eyes? What's the use of you?"

Liu Yang held back her tears and returned to the small woodshed, then burst into tears. The catwoman was like an orc. No matter how beautiful she was, she was just a toy in the eyes of the nobles.

Not only did she not help her mother, she also made the burden on her mother's shoulders heavier.

A year ago, after years of hard work, Liu Yue passed away. After Liu Yang buried her mother, she returned to the woodshed. She saw Xu Ling's beautiful and domineering face:

"Liuyue is dead. What's the point of thinking you have? Get out!"

She was swept out of the house and wandered around, and was eventually caught by a team of merchants and sent to Tiandou Auction House for auction.

What's the use of you...

What's the use of you...

What's the use of you...

Liu Yang shook her head in pain, and Zhang Min's words aroused the memories she buried in her heart.

Liu Yang remembered that day, she hugged Ling Bai through the iron cage. He was as bright as light. Everyone regarded her as dust. Only Ling Bai stretched out her hand to her, so she made up her mind to follow Ling Bai for the rest of her life, no matter what.

She thought she had started a new life and could already grasp her own light, and could already stay away from the helplessness and sorrow of helplessness...

But she failed again, and she was still useless. She fell into the vortex of time again and became the little white cat who was scolded by Xu Ling casually and shrank behind her mother and trembled.

The world is so cruel. No matter how you resist, it will run silently, no matter what you think.

The cat ears above Liu Yang's head shook down, and an inexplicable cold came. She opened her arms and hugged herself silently.

This action made her look like a small animal, a kitten, a puppy, a calf, antelope...

Ling Bai saw everything in his eyes, and for a moment he couldn't tell which kind of animal Liu Yang looked like, in short, the small thing that could curl himself up with his big eyes.

Very pitiful, helpless, and sad...
Chapter completed!