Chapter 87 The hardest thing to accept the kindness of a beauty (Third update, please subscribe!)
"Fang Ling..." Dugu Yan's steps suddenly stopped, and his expression suddenly changed.
"Fang Ling, no!" Ye Lingling forgot the shyness and fear in her heart and resolutely hugged him tightly from behind.
As if to lock him in place and not let him move even half a step.
"Sister Lingling..." Fang Ling pressed his hand on her warm jade hand, then held it and slowly pulled it away, "Believe me!"
"Why do you want me to believe that what if you die?" Ye Lingling had gradually calmed down his trembling, but now he was almost in tears.
These four months were the most exciting four months in Ye Lingling's life.
If Fang Ling dies, she will lose her only friend in this world and become alone again.
They should just be friends...
There was no trace of worry on Fang Ling's face, and he smiled boldly
"I haven't become a true dragon soaring in the sky, and I haven't been able to roam freely in this world? How could I die early?"
"Sister Lingling, don't worry, wait for me when I come back."
"Then...then don't die. Don't leave me alone." Ye Lingling wiped the corners of her eyes, tears glistening between her eyelashes, with endless worry and reluctance.
"I'll wait for you."
The words are very straightforward, but anyone can understand the meaning.
With the idea of getting involved with Ye Lingling and seeking treatment for free, Fang Ling went to try to get treatment at Qin Ming's request.
The two became friends from then on, which actually became the beginning of a relationship.
She had obviously mentioned that she had someone she liked, and even emphasized it repeatedly, but she knew it.
I didn’t expect it to still be like this...
The hardest thing to lose weight is beauty grace.
Fang Ling leaned into Ye Lingling's arms, feeling the hotness and softness. It was only then that she truly understood the meaning of this sentence.
Everything in the world is chaotic and complicated, but there are only a few people who can care about him so much.
He is a passerby in Douluo Continent, just like the kite with its string broken, drifting in the wind, helpless.
Although there is a goal, it is still an elusive ascetic journey.
Until this moment, I found that long-lost bond, as if I had my feet on the ground, and the empty heart was finally filled.
"Wait for me, Sister Lingling, I will definitely come back alive!"
Fang Ling was filled with emotions and said his farewell words solemnly.
The beauty is so kind, how could he let Ye Lingling down?
It will definitely give her a big surprise when she comes back.
There are so many types of fairy grass, there must be one that can be effective on the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Spirit, right?
"Fang Ling, I'm sorry, I..."
Dugu Yan's heart was filled with guilt. It was all her fault, otherwise Fang Ling would not have faced this situation.
Fang Ling stopped her next words:
"Sister Yanyan, don't say you're sorry, it's me who should thank you."
"I deeply understand my own limitations. Your Majesty is right, I do need such a blessing."
Fang Ling didn't say anything and gently wiped away the tears on Ye Lingling's face:
"Sister Lingling, Sister Yanyan, I'm leaving first. Remember to tell Teacher Qin Ming that I am accompanying Mian down to practice."
"This trip may take a long time, so don't worry about me."
Turning around and glancing at Dugu Bo, he immediately understood and lifted up Fang Ling's collar with one hand.
"Okay, here's my farewell, Yanyan, have fun with that little girl from the Ye family. Don't worry about this kid, I won't kill him."
The breeze blew, and two people disappeared from the pavilion.
……
In the air, Fang Ling was protected by Dugu Bo's soul power, and the cold wind from the outside could not disturb him at all.
Looking at the scenery passing by around him, he whispered: "Senior, thank you."
"Thank you for what?" Dugu Bo looked a little surprised.
"Thank you, senior, for letting me say goodbye to Sister Lingling."
"Thank you, senior, for giving me the opportunity to go further."
"You still thank me? Aren't you afraid that I'll just send you to death? In the world of soul masters, I'm known for being narrow-minded and shameless." Dugu Bo took the initiative to mention his notoriety, his expression a little intriguing.
Fang Lingwaner: "I believe in the character of my senior, and I believe even more in the promise he made to my granddaughter."
"I'm not worthy of your deception. I'm just a little soul master with no background. You can just slap me to death."
"So, you must want something from me."
Fang Ling's words revealed an inexplicable certainty, as if he had already understood what Dugu Bo was thinking.
"You are smart and smart." Dugu Bo likes smart people and hates fools the most. A thought flashed through his mind, "You guessed it right just now, why not guess again now, what do I want you to do?"
Fang Ling smiled sarcastically.
This is an obvious thing, like running water under a clear sky, crystal clear.
Any normal person with a little bit of brain would be able to figure it out, so there's no need to cover it up.
So he said directly:
"You have been poisoned. The poison is very difficult to deal with, and it has been passed on to Sister Yanyan, so you can only find a way to detoxify it by relying on treasures or heavenly materials and treasures."
"But it's too precious. You don't know it, and you don't dare to tell the outside world. Let me rely on intuition to judge the properties of the medicine, okay?"
Dugu Bo felt that his thoughts were seen through all of a sudden, which was a very bad feeling.
"You have such a nimble mind. Sometimes I really wonder if you were once a beggar..."
This is what Duguyan told him.
Fang Ling never concealed his background as a beggar, even with his broken leg, showing it openly.
Now that Dugu Bo thought about it, he realized that it was extremely ridiculous for him to judge others based on his own experience and to speculate on other people's mood based on his personal experience.
Such a person is like the scorching sun in the sky, shining brightly on all things in the world. His existence itself is the source of light.
Even if he has feelings for Yanyan, he will not feel ashamed or feel inferior because of his background.
Fang Ling had no reaction, just smiled loudly:
"So what if you are a beggar? With a broken leg, you won't be able to survive now if you don't be smart."
Dugubo nodded slightly and agreed, but there was a bit of regret in his tone:
"Your will is indeed admirable. If you have sound legs and feet and are talented, your future achievements will be extraordinary. Unfortunately..."
Although Dugu Bo has a bad reputation, he is actually quite easy-going.
If the words are speculative, the speech can be considered comfortable.
"Senior, have you underestimated me?" Fang Ling raised his eyebrows lightly.
"The world is impermanent, and everything in this world is constantly changing."
"In that case, why can't I ride the wave and become a trendsetter who stands at the forefront of the times?"
Dugubo was shocked by the unwarranted confidence he still retained until now.
"Where does the wind come from?"
"Senior, the wind you sent."
Dugu Bo took a deep look at his optimistic look, his green eyes were very deep.
"Return to the tide of the times, how dare you say that!"
"Pope Bibi Dong of the Wuhun Palace, with twin martial souls, has cultivated into a powerful Titled Douluo at a young age and has not yet exploded. That is the real wave of today's era."
"I don't count, senior, just wait and see." Fang Ling's tone was brisk and he was not deterred at all.
Bibi Dong still has a long way to go to become a god. He has cheats, so he may not be slow.
"Ha~!" Dugu Bo was too lazy to answer.
This kid may not be alive next time, and all the bold words and promises made by then will become a joke.
Let’s talk about it when it looks like it’s taking off.
The two stopped communicating and just walked on in silence.
As a titled Douluo whose martial spirit is the Jade Phosphorus Snake Emperor, Dugu Bo is still extremely fast even though he is a control type.
Soon he led Fang Ling to the edge of an inverted cone-shaped mountain col.
The inside was steaming upwards, with a hint of the unique smell of sulfur.
Holding Fang Ling's already somewhat overwhelmed collar, Dugu Bo let out a breath.
"We're here."
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