"Then what……"

Ye Lingling covered her red lips and held back her tears. Yang Yimo usually had a expressionless face, posing an iceberg face that no one could get close to. Now she heard that cold voice telling the bloody history of that year. The little girl, who was only five years old, watched countless relatives die tragically, and they could have avoided these!

"Where is what happened..."

Yang Yimo lowered his eyes and a bloody color appeared in his eyes, "The Wuhun Palace had already expected that the four clans would break through the siege and set up a net of heaven and earth in advance to wait for us to take the bait. In that breakthrough battle, the four clans were quickly disbanded. My father and mother, uncle's son and daughter-in-law... and the cousin who just woke up Wuhun at the age of six, they were all dead!

Grandpa led the few remaining tribesmen in this lineage to be surrounded by two titled Douluo. Grandpa was only an eighty-first-level Conqueror, and how could he defeat the siege of two titled Douluo and many Conquerors? In the end, they gave grandpa a chance to surrender and survive.

Grandpa was not sure whether the eldest uncle and the others could break through successfully, and they were unwilling to let the Po clan be extinct from now on. In addition to his despair of the Haotian Sect, he put down his Soul Breaking Spear and chose to surrender to the Spirit Hall.

I think of myself as my grandfather and uncle. Everyone in the Destroyed clan, from top to bottom, does not let down the Haotian Sect, but it is the Haotian Sect that let us down!

That Tang San, I thought he was just an ordinary Haotian Sect's son, but I didn't expect that he was the son of Tang Hao, and... he dared to put on a face that was unyielding and said something to let me go home in a generous tone..."

"Then... do you hate the Martial Soul Palace or the Haotian Sect?" Ye Lingling asked tremblingly, afraid that this best friend would give her a heartache answer.

"I……"

At this moment, Ye Lingling couldn't understand Yang Yimo's eyes. The deep in the ink-colored pupils that looked as deep as the night sky were a little confused. She had never seen this expression on Yang Yimo's face.

After a long time, Yang Yimo sighed softly, and her eyes slowly dimmed, and her anger, hatred, and the faint confusion all disappeared, like the extinguishing of a candle.

"I hate the destruction of the Martial Soul Palace, and I hate the Haotian Sect to stand by and watch, but sometimes, the most heartbreaking thing is not the murderer himself, but the indifferent bystander, who is the person we protect with our lives.

So I practice gun day after day, just to step onto the Haotian Sect with the Soul-breaking Gun one day and ask the noble sect leader and elders why they abandoned our four clans back then! Moreover, since I promised Ling Bai to be his beautiful girl from now on, I will definitely do it."

After saying that, Yang Yimo stood up, as if he was about to leave the wooden house, and Ye Lingling hurriedly caught up with her.

"Where are you going?"

"Practice gun!"

"That's how you practice?"

Ye Lingling tilted her head and looked at her cold and handsome side face and long ink-colored hair that was drooping straight around her waist. Yang Yimo usually tied a high ponytail, which was convenient for practicing the gun. However, due to his excitement just now, the hairband was blown into pieces by the gun.

"Can practice."

Yang Yimo said lightly, she didn't care about these trivial matters.

"no!"

Ye Lingling walked around Yang Yimo, put a big fork in front of her, and said seriously: "You sit down, I'll comb your hair."

Yang Yimo was stunned for a moment, "Comb your hair?"

"Is it important?" she said it was difficult to understand.

"important!"

Ye Lingling pulled Yang Yimosheng back hard and took out a wooden comb from the storage soul guide.

It was a light green wooden comb, which looked very delicate, and the texture was a bit warm and cool. It didn't feel like wood, but it looked more like a good jade, with a hint of elegant fragrance of life coming out of it.

"This wooden comb is taken from Grandpa's eighth soul ring, the unique soul beast of Life Forest, the Tree of Life. Using it to comb your hair can nourish your body subtly. I'll ask Grandpa to make one for you another day."

Ye Lingling held up Yang Yimo's long hair with her left hand and slowly combed her right hand from the root of the hair. Her soft black hair, like silk, slowly dissipated under the action of her five fingers, like a black waterfall gradually falling.

At this moment, Yang Yimo seemed to have merged with the night color. Looking at the moving ink color, Ye Lingling's eyes couldn't help but feel a little dull. Yang Yimo's cold temperament always makes people subconsciously ignore her beauty.

After putting down her long hair, the stars and moon seemed to have become her foil, and only she is the center of this beautiful night view.

The evening breeze blew, and the ends of her hair were raised, rubbing against Ye Lingling's pretty nose. She felt a little itchy. She suddenly wanted to grab the tenderness of her fingers at this moment.

He reached out and grabbed the hair, and walked around his index finger to feel the flexibility and toughness of the black hair. Ye Lingling immediately smiled and squinted her eyes. Her frosty skin showed red glows, and her gentle face was as clever as a painting.

Yang Yimo's slender eyelashes, facing her back, trembled slightly, and the ink-colored pupils changed and opened, and the spiritual light like starry sand scattered from the corners of her eyes, and the clear eye waves rippled slightly.

Ye Lingling carefully picked up the long ink-colored hair that still had Yang Yimo's body temperature. The life wood comb gently fell down, combed her charming hair bit by bit.

The quiet and intoxicating fragrance came from the hair, not the smell of powder that a woman wiped. Ye Lingling knew that Yang Yimo never used those messy things. She once asked Yang Yimo, and Yang Yimo said it was a breath called Youxiang Qiluo Fairy. This fragrance made Ye Lingling feel very at ease.

The stunning woman sat in front of the wooden house, surrounded by a quiet courtyard, and the bright moon in the sky. Behind her, another gentle and beautiful woman was gently combed her long hair with the light green wooden comb.

The long hair moved lightly under the comb, and the soft light flowed. At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

Ye Lingling combed her very slowly, and Yang Yimo did not urge her, but no matter how slow she was, she would eventually turn her long hair into a heroic ponytail.

"Okay! Go and practice guns!"

Ye Lingling walked to Yang Yimo with a smile, her eyes were thrilling and the smile on her lips was shallow.

Yang Yimo's lips couldn't help but rise. She didn't know why, but she felt that Ye Lingling in front of her seemed surprisingly beautiful. She was covered with long, soft hair, and a layer of fine sweat on her smooth forehead. The porcelain white skin was dotted with a faint redness. The clear water-cut autumn eyes under the moonlight seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and it seemed to hide the sun, moon and rain.

This is another temperament, affectionate and gentle.

"Is there anything on my face?"

Perhaps because Yang Yimo had been watching for too long, Ye Lingling reached out and touched her face and asked.

"No...I...it seems like my body suddenly feels a little uncomfortable."

“Where is uncomfortable?”

Hearing this, Ye Lingling became nervous instantly.

"The heart beats very fast."
Chapter completed!