Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Mo Yan was worried that Tang Ya would run into problems during the process of absorbing the soul ring, but he didn't expect that the problem would occur when she delivered the final blow to the Human-Faced Demon Spider.

Looking at the rising purple spirit ring, Mo Yan had to admit that Tang Ya did indeed have the potential to become a Supreme Elder, completely treating Tang San and Bei Bei like Japanese people.

"Will Tang San have any murderous intentions?"

Mo Yan's lazy gaze was filled with curiosity as he looked in Tang San's direction. At this moment, Tang San was gripping the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his hand, exuding a cold aura, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

"Looks like this guy's really angry too~" Mo Yan murmured softly, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

After all, he and Beibei had put in a lot of effort to beat the soul beast to that extent, but Tang Ya's intervention not only messed things up but also injured her. Who wouldn't be angry?
However, Mo Yan wasn't surprised when she saw Tang San silently put away the Clear Sky Hammer and walk towards Tang Ya. In her opinion, it would be strange if Tang San actually made a move.

She followed with Huo Yutong behind her, thinking to herself, "Let's see if this Tang Clan leader can turn this danger into safety."

Beibei rushed anxiously to Tang Ya and saw the poison slowly spreading from Xiao Ya's shoulder. His face turned deathly pale instantly: "Xiao Ya, please don't let anything happen to you!" His voice was full of worry and fear.

"Beibei, my spirit ring, my spirit ring," Tang Ya said weakly, clutching Beibei tightly with one hand and raising the other hand with difficulty, pointing tremblingly at the thousand-year spirit ring floating not far away. Her voice was choked with sobs, full of reluctance and unwillingness.

Beibei gripped Tang Ya's hand tightly, a flash of anger in her eyes: "Xiao Ya, what time is it now? You're still thinking about spirit rings?"

Just then, Tang San walked over and said solemnly, "Senior Brother Bei Bei, if you want to save Sister Xiao Ya, you must cut off her shoulder immediately, otherwise she will surely die!"

"No way!" Beibei refused loudly without even thinking.

In his heart, if he really cut off Tang Ya's hand, what kind of pain would Xiao Ya have to endure in the future? And how would he face her? She was the leader of the Tang Clan, shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Tang Clan. If she lost a hand, what would become of the great cause of revitalizing the Tang Clan?
Upon hearing Bei Bei's rejection, Tang San fell silent. He felt that Bei Bei was just as devoted as he was, or even more so.

Moreover, Tang Ya in his arms bore no resemblance to Xiao Wu. Although Xiao Wu was playful, she was willing to give her life for him; while this Tang Ya was utterly worthless in his eyes.

Beibei looked down at Tang Ya, who was struggling in pain in her arms, and suddenly remembered the scene of Senior Sister Mo Yan helping her remove the toxins from her skin. She hurriedly turned around to look for her.

Just then, he saw Mo Yan walking towards him with Huo Yutong, and immediately cried out urgently, "Senior Mo Yan, please save Xiaoya! I beg you!"

At this moment, Beibei's anxious and pleading appearance was like a lovestruck toad desperately seeking medicine for a swan, making Mo Yan somewhat hesitant to approach.

Her gaze fell on Tang Ya, who was lying in Bei Bei's arms in the distance, and she saw that the poison had completely spread into Tang Ya's body.

If he were to use his own flames to save her, it would be almost equivalent to burning Tang Ya to death.

“The poison was on your skin just now, and I can burn off that layer of skin. But the poison has already spread into Tang Ya’s body. If I use the ultimate fire, she will probably be burned to ashes. Are you sure you want me to do this?”

Mo Yan's eyes were lazy, but there was a hint of anticipation in them. In fact, she was quite looking forward to seeing the outcome.

Will Beibei then say, "Ouch~ It hurts so much!!!"

Upon hearing Mo Yan's answer, Bei Bei felt as if her soul had been ripped out, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear: "What should I do? What should I do? What should Xiao Ya do?"

Looking at Beibei, whose eyes were gradually becoming unfocused, Mo Yan still felt a little soft-hearted and said, "Instead of asking me what to do here, why don't you hurry up and take her back to the academy?"

She was ultimately too soft-hearted, feeling that Tang Ya shouldn't have died at this time, otherwise there would be much less drama to watch later. Bei Bei with and without the Dragon Binding Rope looked completely different, so she still preferred Bei Bei bound by the Dragon Binding Rope—oh no, it should be said that Bei Bei was firmly bound by the Dragon Binding Rope.

"Yes! That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Bei Bei felt as if she had grasped a lifeline. She immediately picked up Tang Ya in her arms and ran wildly towards the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The other three stared at Beibei's departing figure, speechless for a moment, secretly wondering: Is this love?
"Truly a warrior who charges forward for love!" Tang San couldn't help but exclaim. In Bei Bei's figure, he seemed to see himself ten thousand years ago, infatuated with the resurrection of Xiao Wu.

Upon hearing Tang San's words, Mo Yan and Huo Yutong exchanged glances, unsure how to respond.

Mo Yan really wanted to laugh, but then she thought that Bei Bei was already miserable enough, and she really shouldn't laugh at him anymore.

At this moment, Tang San was focused on striking up a conversation with Huo Yutong, hoping to bring this woman of destiny into the Tang Clan. Only in this way could the Tang Clan secure victory. However, Mo Yan was constantly by his side, getting in the way and preventing him from finding an opportunity.

He felt utterly helpless and sighed inwardly, realizing he had absolutely no chance!

I really can only take it one step at a time.

Mo Yan's gaze followed closely to Tang San, who was keeping up with Bei Bei and Tang Ya. She knew all too well what this guy was thinking; he simply wanted to get close to Huo Yutong and try to trick her into joining the Tang Sect.

That's why she always kept Huo Yutong by her side. Compared to suffering with Tang San, it was clearly wiser to help A-Cheng, at least A-Cheng could meet all her requests.

People like Ning Zhifeng, in particular, seized the best opportunity at the time and enjoyed the greatest benefits.

"Yutong, you should stay away from that Tang San from now on. He looks shifty and doesn't seem like a good person."

"I think so too, Sister Mo Yan!"

Mo Yan looked at Huo Yutong with surprise and asked, "How did you figure that out?"

This is not right. How could Huo Yutong's judgment be so accurate?
"I can't really explain it, but my sixth sense tells me that this guy is absolutely not to be trusted!"

Mo Yan was speechless for a moment, and could only helplessly utter a "6".

She secretly thought that Huo Yutong's "golden finger" was probably very powerful, and that she no longer needed to act.

As Huo Yutong walked side by side with Mo Yan, she keenly sensed the gaze of the person beside her, which felt like a thorn in her back. Mo Yan's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and the emotions surging in his eyes were fleeting, but Huo Yutong accurately captured them.

She tilted her head slightly, her starry eyes filled with curiosity, and tentatively asked, "What's wrong, Sister Mo Yan?"

"It's alright, let's go back."

Huo Yutong stared at her languid expression, her Adam's apple bobbing, but she ultimately swallowed her question and replied with a bright smile, "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)