Douluo villain simulator starts by persecuting Qian Renxue

Chapter 36 His Diary
Although there are many books in Su Cheng's room, Qian Renxue has already read them all, and some of the more important contents have even been read more than once.

At this time, I had no interest in continuing reading.

"It's been a month, why hasn't the teacher come back yet?"

After lying on the table boredly for a while, Qian Renxue got up and walked around the room.

I moved the books in the bookcase, sorted out a few scattered manuscripts, and then stood by the window and looked at the scenery outside.

Finally, he returned to the large seat, lay down on his back and stretched, revealing his beautiful waistline.

It's a pity that no one has the chance to see this beautiful scene in the world.

Although she always stayed here on weekdays, the area behind the desk had always been off-limits to her.

That's Su Cheng's territory.

"what?"

While lying back on the seat, Qian Renxue suddenly discovered that there was a locked drawer behind the desk.

Curiosity suddenly surged in my heart.

After sitting up straight and hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand.

Although there is a lock on the outside of the drawer, this thing obviously cannot stop a soul master.

She didn't try to pick the lock, but directly took off the lock of the padlock, which would make it easier to restore.

After opening the drawer, a stack of notebooks came into view.

"Shouldn't this be..."

A guess flashed through my mind.

Qian Renxue's breathing became slightly faster, and she felt a strange excitement in her heart.

Opening the notebook, the handwriting on it looked extremely childish, as if it had been written by a child.

"2611.2.5
My adoptive father said that my biological father died at the hands of Qian Xunji, the Pope of Wuhun Palace.

I must practice hard and avenge my father in the future. "

As expected, this is indeed the diary of her teacher Su Cheng.

However, the content on the first page made her a little nervous.

He pursed his lips and continued to turn back.

"2611.2.6
Why I don't understand at all.

Learning to sword is really difficult. "

"..."

"2611.4.11
My adoptive father said that my talent for swordsmanship was very poor.

It doesn't matter. If you are not talented enough, I will practice more. "

"..."

"2614.3.6
Tomorrow is the day when the martial soul awakens.

My adoptive father said that I could inherit the Edgeless Sword. What would my innate soul power be?
I will never disgrace the sword in my hand.

I want to be as strong as my father and adoptive father. "

"2614.3.7
Fate always plays tricks on people.

I know they must be laughing at me in their hearts. "

"..."

Qian Renxue just sat on Su Cheng's chair, holding a notebook in her hand and turning over the pages in silence.

She looked at it extremely seriously, much more seriously than studying those cultivation classics.

Su Cheng's immature childhood, silent childhood, tough boyhood, and confident youth...

It seemed that a figure was clearly outlined in Qian Renxue's mind, and then slowly grew up.

She also became happy or sad according to the mood of this figure.

Continuing to read back, after finishing one book, he took out another one.

The writing in the diary has also gradually become mature from immature.

Until the day she saw the two meet.

"2626.10.7
What a wonderful fate, my apprentice turned out to be Qian Xunji's daughter.

I don't hate her, but I pity her. I know what it is like for a child to lose his father at an early age.

......"

Qian Renxue's eyes were watery, and the smile on her lips suddenly became gentle.

The image of Su Cheng has always been both clear and vague in her heart.The reason for clarity is naturally because I can see him every day, and he is both a teacher and a friend to me, and he is the person closest to him.

But this teacher was too versatile and unexpected, always able to create unimaginable miracles, and his attitude towards her was also unpredictable, and seemed unattainable in her heart.

I just found out today that Su Cheng once had confusion, troughs, loss and ecstasy.

Today, Su Cheng is more like a human being in her heart, rather than an omnipotent god.

However, when Qian Renxue continued to look back, she felt as if she had missed a step and felt weightless instantly...

"There is something wrong with the cause of Qian Xunji's death. There is a high probability that he did not die at the hands of Tang Hao..."

"The last person Qian Xunji saw before his death was Bibi Dong. And after disappearing for a few days, Bibi Dong announced the cause of Qian Xunji's death..."

"Bibi Dong once obtained the Killing God Domain of the Killing City. She has probably accepted the inheritance test of the divine position, and she is a Shura God with powerful combat power and a murderous nature..."

"I am [-]% sure that Qian Xunji was swallowed alive by Bibi Dong... Although this child was born into a noble family, his life is too miserable..."

"Snapped!"

The diary in his hand fell to the ground.

Qian Renxue was completely unaware.

"Impossible, impossible..."

She said she didn't believe it, but her face was pale and her eyes were blank.

Of course Qian Renxue is not stupid, but she has never thought about it in this direction before.

Bibi Dong's indifferent attitude towards her was close to hatred, and his deep and suppressed hatred towards Qian Xunji.

No matter how hard you try to hide it, it's impossible for you to not reveal anything after so many years.

Combined with Su Cheng's analysis and judgment in the diary, as well as clues to the inheritance of the gods.

At this time, Qian Renxue was almost certain that these contents were probably the truth of the matter.

She suddenly felt dizzy.

The limbs were stiff and the hands and feet were cold.

She wanted to question Bibi Dong and ask her why she did this.

But she dared not.

It’s not just fear of the truth.

More importantly, Su Cheng wrote very clearly in his diary that he didn't want her to know about it now.

After what happened today, if there is anyone else in the world who is worthy of trust, Su Cheng is the only one left in her heart.

Bloodshot streaks appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes, and a dull red light obscured her vision.

That was the dark side of her soul caused by her childhood living environment. At this time, when her mental state was extremely unstable, there were faint signs of further taking root.

However, at this time, another figure seemed to appear in front of her.

Su Cheng reached out and touched her forehead.

He stared down with soft eyes.

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her blond hair falling.

He weakly covered his cheeks with his palms.

In the past month, she had never missed Su Cheng so much as she did at this moment.

Half a day later, Wuhun City enshrined the hall.

Qian Renxue found Qian Daoliu with a calm expression.

"Grandpa, do you know the true cause of father's death?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Qian Daoliu's face when he heard this, as if he didn't expect that she would suddenly ask this question.

After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "Didn't he die after being seriously injured by Tang Hao? Alas, I miss your father again."

After saying that, he reached out his hand to caress his granddaughter's head to comfort her.

Qian Renxue calmly took a step back and avoided his palm.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly stiffly and whispered: "Yeah, I miss him a little bit."

Then he raised his head and looked directly into Qian Daoliu's eyes, "Why can't we attack Haotian Sect and avenge our father?"

"This involves an agreement between me and Tang Chen..."

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu explained in a low voice.

Before he defeated Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Haotian Sect, no one from Wuhun Palace would set foot in the Haotian Sect.

(End of this chapter)