Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 2 Everyone in Qianjiatun is Surnamed Qian

The east is already plain white, and the morning glow gradually smudges the sky.

The village has already started to be noisy, and the sounds of cocks and dogs barking and shouting constitute the unique notes of the morning in the countryside.

——The villagers have no hobby of lying in bed. If they dare to fool the fields, the fields will dare to fool their stomachs.

Pastoral songs mostly exist only in fantasy.

The small mountain village is called Qianjiatun, and it is located in the mountains of the Star Luo Kingdom.

A small village that is no different from other villages. If you have to say what is different from other small villages, it is probably that no one can tell how long this village has existed here.

It may be very long, or it may be nearly a thousand years.People in Tunli can't remember when their ancestors moved here.

Of course, everyone in Qiantunli has the surname Qian, which is a bit impressive.But why it was so impressive, no one can say clearly, maybe there used to be a big man named Qian.

Those big sects on the mainland may be able to tell clearly, but no one will pay attention to the fact that there is a village with the surname Qian here.

All kinds of soul masters claiming to be the heirs of the Wuhun Temple and the heirs of the Angel Wuhun are all coming together, and no one takes it seriously.

——It’s just a birdman.

Qianjiatun, where no soul master has ever been outside, will not attract any special attention.

Just a bunch of civilians.

"Qianjie, you can't rest yet." In the ancestral hall to the east of the village, a white-haired boy patted himself on the cheek, comforted himself, and stepped into the ancestral hall.

The young man looked young, at most ten or so years old, and the appearance of a child of this age had not yet grown up, so he could not say that he was amazing, but rather aura.

Impressively, the boy's eyes were always squinted, and the corners of his mouth were raised all the time, as if he was always smiling.

"There's still no change." Just as the boy claimed, his surname was Qianmingjie, and he just happened to collide with a combat lunatic in his previous life.

At this moment, his hand was resting on a brown mountain pillar full of cracks, and there was a bright red mark on it.

——That's blood, belonging to Qianjie's own blood.

The trace left by an accidental collision when I was a child, four or five years later, the bloodstain is still as bright red as ever, as if it had just been stained.

Everything seems like yesterday.

Qian Jie looked at the entire ancestral hall.

It is said to be an ancestral hall, but no one has come to Qianjiatun for a long time. Only an old patriarch who is half buried in the ground will come to visit from time to time.

It has become a place where children play and wild animals live.

Weeds, dust, broken tiles, everything that a dilapidated building should have.

Oh, of course, there is also the stone statue in the middle of the hall.

It is not so much a stone statue as it is a stone pier, the face cannot be seen clearly, the details have long been blurred, it is just a vague human figure, and there are six irregular protrusions stretching out from the back.

wing?arms?Can't tell, can't see clearly.

Just from the few broken stones on the ground, it is impossible to tell what the original decoration behind the stone statue is.

There is no tribute, no incense burner, no wonder people in Qianjiatun forget it.

"Your old man has been wronged for ten years, and the unworthy descendant Qian Jie will definitely rebuild your golden body for you." Qian Jie bowed to the stone statue.

Then, he let go of his mind.

Between breaths, the boy's figure had disappeared into the ancestral hall.

……

"I heard that Ah Jie came back yesterday?" It was another morning, the noise remained the same, but the content of the villagers' discussions had changed.

And the protagonist of the content just happened to step into the village.

"A Jie, long time no see, would you like to come to my house for breakfast?"

Stepping into the village, you will be greeted warmly by the villagers.

"No, Second Uncle, I promised the patriarch to go to his old man's house for dinner today."

"Then come to my house for dinner or lunch?"

"Ah Jie, I haven't seen her for a few years, and she's getting more and more radiant."

"..."

Your old man has bad eyesight or lack of lexicon, how did you use the word "Shui Ling" on a boy?

Qian Jie tried his best to respond, but it could be seen that there was a trace of fatigue in the smile that often hung on his face.

In the end, Qian Jie seemed unable to withstand the enthusiasm of the villagers, and turned into the path of memory.

"There is no need for the evil soul master to cause trouble for the villagers." Qian Jie sighed, and the withered and yellow blue silver grass on the roadside suffered incidentally and was kicked all over the ground.

It has been almost ten years since he came to this world. A senior boss once said: A traveler must have three highs, high EQ, high IQ, and high luck. Only with these three highs can he succeed in one world.

Qian Jie is not sure if he has three highs, but he is sure that he has at least one high—high blood pressure.

Because this is Douluo, because he is an evil soul master who is hated by everyone and defeated when he sees flowers.

——There are those formally compiled by the Holy Spirit Church.

Unfortunately, the timing is wrong, he will be Douer 1 years later.There is no Wuhun Temple where the traversers gather, and there is no goddess, but there is one of the same bloodline of the angel sister.

It is also officially certified.

Even if he is an evil soul master, he also has the blood of an angel, so he really fucked up the lizard.

"Hey, the evil soul master is the evil soul master, it is better than ordinary people without a trace of soul power." Troubles come and go quickly, thinking about the living environment of ordinary people, Qian Jie shuddered.

Qian Jie stood still, and turned his gaze to the roof not far away.

"Come out, brother, I saw you."

There stood a middle-aged man with gray hair.

"What did you do? Why haven't you seen you all day and all night?" The middle-aged man stared at Qian Jie seriously.

"Don't ask." Qian Jie showed the smile that has been on his lips all year round, and the information of the middle-aged man automatically appeared in his mind.

Sid, an eighth-level soul engineer of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Corps with a somewhat special identity, and a senior brother of Qianjie.

"Okay, I won't ask. But explain to me, what happened to your martial soul?" Sid looked at the butterflies circling around.

"The second awakening of the Wuhun." Qian Jie took off the gloves he had been wearing all along, and there was a bright red pattern on the back of his hand.

It's blood and wounds.

As if it would never heal, bright red blood flowed in the wound.

As the breeze blew, Sid appeared in front of Qian Jie in an instant, grabbed his hand and stared at him intently.

As we all know, there is a special kind of martial soul on the mainland, which can be awakened again-the main body martial soul.

Of course blood is also the body spirit.

But West Germany never expected that Qianjie would usher in a second awakening so soon.

He is just a great soul master.

"What level of awakening?" Now that he has already awakened, it is meaningless to study how to awaken, and Sid turned to the level of awakening.

It is also known that the secondary awakening of the main body martial soul is divided into black iron, bronze, silver, and gold, but the gold-level awakening is something that can only be considered after the ninetieth level of the soul master.

"Silver." A silver phantom of blood drops appeared behind Qianjie, two yellow soul rings shone brightly in the morning sun, and at the same time several silver butterflies flew out from the back of Qianjie's hand.

　Finally got it out

　　
　
(End of this chapter)