The power that Sisi leaked from the cracks of suppression was actually constantly suppressed by the aura of the purple-haired boy, even...Destruction!
At such a close distance, the purple-haired boy also saw the confusion in the silver-haired girl's eyes, as well as the "surprise" that gradually awakened.
At this point, he finally let out a sigh of relief, no longer questioned harshly, but nodded in relief. "Okay, okay, as long as you have the memory."
"Since you remember! Then do it for him..."
"For his sin of killing a compatriot, for his atrocity of slaughtering his nephews and nieces--
Pay with your life!"
The purple-haired boy suddenly roared, and a terrifying force surged through his left wrist, as if the air around his hand was distorting!
When the girl was pinched like this, her fair little face suddenly turned blue, and there was a creaking sound in her throat as the trachea shifted.
But she could only hold the boy's left wrist with both hands. There were strands of nine-colored threads that were invisible to the naked eye, emanating from her palms and eroding into the boy's wrist.
But it was all to no avail, because a layer of diamond-shaped mesh patterns suddenly appeared on the big boy's body, showing an illusory amethyst color, which easily reduced the erosion of the nine-color silk.
Seeing the silver-haired girl's throat about to be strangled...
And at this critical moment.
A childish roar sounded from the direction in which the three gangsters were escaping.
"What do you want to do?"
"Let her go!"
However, the purple-haired boy only glanced at him with his peripheral vision. After seeing that the person who came was a human cub, he immediately withdrew his contemptuous gaze.
But Tang Wulin gritted his teeth and rushed forward. In his mind, he could vaguely guess that this purple-haired boy was a powerful Soul Master.
But he is not afraid!
Because somehow, he felt that this little silver-haired girl was... very important to him!
Ever since, Tang Wulin suddenly felt a surge of courage in his chest. Regardless of everything, he directly bumped his head into the purple-haired boy's right shoulder.
This time, the opponent stumbled violently.
It's not that the six-year-old Tang Wulin, who has level three Soul Power, has the power to shake the opponent, but...
"How is that possible?" The purple-haired boy's purple-gold eyes widened, and his eyes shone with incredible emotions.
Because at this moment, the two collide and come into contact.
The purple-haired boy could clearly feel a tingling sensation like an electric shock, spreading along his right shoulder and throughout his entire body.
This feeling seemed to come from the depths of his bloodline... even from his soul, making the illusory amethyst scale network on his body become clearer.
The purple-haired boy froze immediately, and his tight left hand relaxed a lot, allowing the silver-haired girl to take a few breaths.
At the moment of impact, Tang Wulin's "go all out" expression suddenly solidified.
Because where his right shoulder collided with the right shoulder of the purple-haired boy, a warm feeling spread out.
A golden line flashed on Tang Wulin's forehead, and then spread across his body in a network shape, as if it had been scanned by Soul Tool.
He suddenly raised his head and met a pair of purple-gold eyes.
At this moment, Tang Wulin could clearly sense that there was something "something" in his body that was affecting him little by little.
The "thing" seemed to be afraid of the person in front of him, but at the same time, he felt an insincere sense of intimacy.
This is not the fear of encountering natural enemies, but a kind of kinship fear, just like the "blood suppression" of the older children in a small family against their younger siblings.
That kind of physical kindness and psychological fear made Tang Wulin couldn't help but shiver. A layer of goosebumps appeared on the delicate skin of his body unconsciously.
"Is it you?"
The big boy was stunned at the end, as if he had woken up from his memories.
His surprised and slightly dazed eyes suddenly turned into hatred at this moment, staring viciously at Tang Wulin's little face.
At this moment, Tang Wulin was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he felt as if he was being targeted by someone who wanted to kill him, which filled him with fear.
The next moment--
"Ugh!"
The flesh between the jaw and the neck felt painful, and then Tang Wulin was lifted up with one hand.
Her pink and tender face began to gradually turn red, and even turned purple from being pinched.
The purple-haired boy looked at Tang Wulin's body, especially his looming golden scale network.
There was hatred and surprise in his eyes, "It's really you, it's really you!"
"I thought you were living an ignoble existence on the other two continents, but I didn't expect... what an unexpected surprise!"
"Or..."
He looked at the silver-haired girl on his left and said clearly, "You were waiting for him, thus indirectly helping me... find him."
Tang Wulin couldn't hear what the purple-haired boy said. He kept kicking his legs because of the pain and suffocation.
But as he spoke, the purple-haired boy increased his strength on his hands. He obviously did not intend to crush the "prey" to death at once, but slowly increased the strength.
He seemed to enjoy this process very much. He watched the gold and silver struggling in his hands, and felt that the hatred accumulated in his heart for millions of years was diluted and weakened little by little with the passage of life in his hands.
The eight-color light on the silver-haired girl was suppressed, but as the purple-haired boy pinched her violently, eight-color veins protruded all over her body, giving the impression that she was about to burst.
"Bad guy, you are a bad..."
Between life and death, Tang Wulin's pupils suddenly turned into pure gold, blue light flashed on his right palm, and pieces of Blue Silver Grass wrapped with gold threads emerged from the gap between his palm and the wrist of the purple-haired boy.
And as his mood fluctuated, a clear air emanated from his body, faint, like the fragrance of grass after the rain (refer to "Divine Realm Legend" Goddess of Life's Kiss)
The pieces of Blue Silver Grass leaves with golden veins rolled up and made circles on the purple-haired boy's wrist, and their tenacity made him frown slightly.
"Huh? Wait..."
The purple-haired boy suddenly loosened his right hand slightly.
He put the tip of his nose close to Tang Wulin's collarbone and sniffed all the way down. When he smelled the other person's chest, he frowned and said, "Tsk, that's not right."
Tang Wulin, who had just breathed, was breathing in fresh air. His vision was blurred due to lack of oxygen. How could he have time to care about this bad guy's extraordinary actions?
Suddenly, the purple-haired boy sighed and said with sadness in his voice, "You are not him."
The purple-gold eyes fell on the chest and abdomen of Tang Wulin, as if they were exploring the layers of skin, muscle and bones, revealing a golden core and eighteen layers of seals, as well as a hidden transparent light and shadow.
At this moment, the purple-haired boy seemed to understand something, and he stopped using his right hand.
"No wonder, I can only sense her, but not you. It turns out that it's because I'm isolated by layers of seals and spiritual thoughts..."
"And you, at best, can be considered an implicated person, a pathetic person who can lose himself at any time."
At the end of his words, his purple-gold eyes showed a rare ray of compassion, and his palms immediately relaxed.
Tang Wulin fell down in response, and fell to the ground with the grass leaves, a small face turned red and struggling to breathe.
However, the purple-haired boy kept staring at Tang Wulin's chest, whispering softly to himself, "Unfortunately, with my current strength, I am not enough to break through these eighteen layers of seals, and that wisp of... spiritual thought."
"Hey, I'll keep it at your place temporarily."
After saying that, he stopped caring about Tang Wulin and focused his attention on his left hand.
But just when he was in a daze because he was talking to himself, a roll of Blue Silver Grass leaves had unknowingly wrapped around his left wrist.
"Bad guy! I let you..." Tang Wulin raised his head, his golden eyes shining brightly.
"Let her go!"
Tang Wulin is very angry because...
Zijin Tong looked at him with pity in her eyes.
This is the emotion that Tang Wulin most hates to read in other people's eyes these days.
However, whether it was Spirit Transmitter who helped him awaken Martial Soul, or Teacher Lin who taught him the common sense of cultivation, or Soul Master classmates who made fun of him...
Even his parents who love him and care for him unconsciously reveal in their eyes when they caress his head:
Pity, regret, distress...
Those glances were like tangible needles, piercing his self-respecting soul.
But Tang Wulin could only endure it silently, even showing optimism and cheerfulness, because those were the people who were related to him and even loved him.
But why...
Why would this stranger, who almost killed him, show pity in his eyes when Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared?
"Why do you!" Tang Wulin The black pupils turned into gold, and the emotions accumulated for several days burst out!
He pulled on the Blue Silver Grass, used it as a boost, and bumped into the purple-haired boy's left wrist, completely forgetting the huge difference in strength between them.
The golden scale net and the amethyst scale net appeared again from Tang Wulin and the purple-haired boy.
However, this collision caused the purple-haired boy's eyes to wander, as if his body and soul were separated for a moment...
He let go of his left hand out of control, but he still reacted in time and used his numb right palm to push Tang Wulin away.
The silver-haired little girl was rescued by Tang Wulin just before she was about to be pinched and "exploded", and she fell down behind the seemingly young boy.
"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!" Tang Wulin pulled back the bunch of grass blades with blood on the edges.
He rubbed his sore chest and stared nervously at the purple-haired boy who was stumbling backward.
The silver-haired girl looked at the narrow figure and her eyelashes trembled slightly...
But just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense, a light and elegant fragrance suddenly drifted between the three of them.
It was a burst of intriguing floral fragrance. Although it was so light that it was difficult to detect, it gave people an artistic conception of being lonely and alone, and overwhelmingly beautiful.
The purple-haired boy covered his forehead and right eye with his right hand, as if he had finally stabilized the state of separation between soul and body.
He looked at his left wrist and saw a circular wound. It was scratched by Blue Silver Grass when he pushed Tang Wulin.
At this moment, the crispness of Blue Silver Grass and the elegance of blood stains are intertwined and neutralized in the air.
"Interesting." Small flowers with white petals and red edges sprouted from the wound on the purple-haired boy's wrist.
In the blink of an eye, his scratches healed as before, and the elegant fragrance gradually disappeared...
The purple-haired boy looked across. In a trance caused by the incompatibility of body and soul, he looked at the combination of golden eyes and silver hair, one behind the other.
In this trance, he seemed to be dreaming back to when Divine Dragon Realm was first formed, when his younger brother also had the same look and posture, blocking the way of a weak "little bug".
That look really seems...
(In the original work, the God Queen's true form is a dragon-like creature with inferior bloodline)
The purple-gold pupils looked past the Blue Silver Grass in Tang Wulin's hand and looked at the brilliant silver behind him.
I saw that the silver-haired girl was already glowing with seven colors of light, like large patches of colorful veins covering her entire body.
It made her look like an elemental volcano with cold eyes that was about to explode.
She gave the purple-haired boy an ultimatum: If you dare to move again, I will fight you!
At this moment, there was a sound of stepping on the grass behind the purple-haired boy.
A middle-aged man with long blond hair, with an angular face and a Western-style white formal suit, was crossing the green belt that was half a person tall with an indifferent expression on his face, crossing from the other end of the street to this side.
The man seemed to have his own highlights. He clenched his left fist behind his waist and stretched his right palm across his abdomen, looking like a high-level butler.
He walked up to the side of the purple-haired boy, bowed and said, "Your Majesty..."
"I see that you are ill, do you still need to buy some time?"
As he spoke, he turned and looked outside the green belt.
On the outer street over there, there were many internal members dressed in Spirit Pagoda, stopping or driving away pedestrians who tried to watch or approach.
Tang Wulin's eyes showed worry, because he could guess from the scene outside the green belt: the background of the purple-haired boy was very complicated.
"Moreover," the blond man in white clothes continued in a low voice, "I used my dragon soul to observe that there is a majestic dark aura floating hundreds of miles away. If there is too much noise here..."
"Okay, no need." The purple-haired boy raised his hand.
He looked at the trace of blood on Tang Wulin, or Blue Silver Grass, and asked, "Little guy, what's your name?"
"My name is Tang Wulin, not little one." Tang Wulin still looked wary, protecting his young body in front of the silver-haired girl and stepping back a little with his heels.
"Ha~" The purple-haired boy took the handkerchief, wiped his left wrist, and showed a meaningful smile, "What a good name."
"We will meet again."
His purple-gold eyes looked over Tang Wulin's shoulder, looked behind him, and said, "It depends on who gets it first."
With purple hair rippling, the boy turned around and said, "Let's go."
"Yes." The blond man in white still looked so meticulous.
"Hmph!" Tang Wulin shouted unyieldingly at the backs of the two men, "When we meet again, I will definitely ask the Sheriff to arrest you!"
After the two people walked through the green belt and walked away, Tang Wulin put Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul away and let out a long sigh of exhaustion.
He turned around and found that the silver-haired girl was also looking from a distance, with a thoughtful look in her eyes, and the eight-color veins were completely hidden on her body.
Tang Wulin didn't see anything strange about the other party, so he lowered his face and patted his chest and said, "Don't be afraid, I am the man your father calls me, and I will bravely protect you!"
The little girl then looked up at him.
Now that we are closer, those big purple eyes look even more beautiful, and there seems to be a circle of dew emerging...
Tang Wulin quickly shook his little hands to comfort him, "Hey, hey, hey! Don't cry. I have already driven away those bad guys named "Huang"."
"Hey, my name is Tang Wulin, what's your name?"
The little girl was stunned, and finally spoke for the first time, "My, my name is Na'er."
The setting sun penetrates the shade of the trees in the afternoon, and the two small figures of blue gold and brilliant silver gradually disappear as the picture zooms out...