Douluo's Summoner

Chapter 78

Flender looked at everything in front of him, sighed, turned around, and left.The anger, unwillingness, and everything else that came when he came, all disappeared completely when he met Shang Ning Fengzhi's calm eyes.It's not that he was afraid of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but he died immediately.However, he still has an apprentice and a friend.For a Mu Qing, it's not worth it!

"Father! Why?" Ning Rongrong finally spoke as soon as Flender left.

Ning Fengzhi frowned, put his arms around Ning Rongrong, stroked her head, and said, "For you! For the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"

Ning Rongrong raised his head, looked at the familiar but unfamiliar father in front of him, opened his mouth, and said, "Can't we let him go?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, finally there was an expression on his face, he looked deeply at Ning Rongrong, and said, "Rongrong, there are some things that are not about whether I want to, but whether I need to do them or not."

"Why? I don't understand!"

"How is Mu Qing's qualifications?"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head, and suddenly understood!
"How is his relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

"I let him go today, so what if he comes back to take revenge on us when he grows up completely?"

Ning Fengzhi's words were like a knife that ruthlessly split Ning Rongrong's heart. Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and clutched her heart, feeling so uncomfortable that she was about to die.

Ning Fengzhi put his arms around his daughter, and said with a wry smile, "If I were single, maybe I would let it go, revenge would be revenge, and I would be afraid of him? But! Rongrong, no way! I still have you, my family, and In the huge Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the lives of countless people are tied to me, for you, for them, when it’s time to strike, I must not be relentless, do you understand?”

"But!" As soon as Ning Rongrong opened his mouth, he was suddenly dumbfounded.She originally wanted to say that Mu Qing was not a murderer, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't continue.Some things need to be erased even if there is only one ten-thousandth possibility. If they don't do this, maybe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has long since disappeared without a trace.How can there be today's grand scene?
At this moment, Sword Douluo walked in holding Mu Qing's mask.

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, glanced at the mask in Jian Douluo's hand, his expression softened, and said, "Uncle Jian, thank you for your hard work!"

Sword Douluo waved his hands, sat down on the seat beside him, casually threw the mask aside, picked up the tea, and drank it silently.

Ning Rongrong broke free from Ning Fengzhi's embrace, came to Jian Douluo silently, stretched out her hand, picked up the mask, looked at the distorted mask, and the blood red on it, tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.Caressing the mask, she sighed and put away the mask.Turning around, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he said "Dad! I'm back to school!" As he spoke, he walked out of the room without waiting for Ning Fengzhi's answer.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Ning Rongrong's back, holding his cane tightly.

"She will figure it out!" Chen Xin said!
Ning Fengzhi nodded.Sweeping away the distracting thoughts in my heart, looked at Chen Xin, and said, "Uncle Jian, how are you?"

Sword Douluo slightly paused the hand holding the teacup, frowned, and said, "Although the strength is good, but after all, it's only over level 50, don't worry!" After finishing speaking, he drank the tea in his hand.

Only then did Ning Fengzhi feel relieved.

In the room, quietly calmed down.

The sun rises and the sun sets, and in a blink of an eye, it's another day.The Shrek Seven Devils, under the leadership of Flender, embarked on the journey again.Continue to the elite competition.Everything seems like yesterday.However, everyone who has participated knows that everything has long been different.

The perspective turns back.

The little groundhog constantly shuttles through the woods, and the closer it gets to the depths of the forest, the bigger its body becomes.When it really came to the depths of the forest, the groundhog's body twisted and changed slightly, and soon, Mu Qing's delicate face appeared again.However, there was no blood on his pale face.

Sitting down on the ground, Mu Qing took a few deep breaths, looked at his naked body, sighed, took out a black dress from the ring, put it on, and fastened his belt. The book of souls was hanging on his belt, but at the moment when the book was hung, he suddenly stopped, thought for a while, and his mind moved.The book of the soul merged into the body and fell into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sitting cross-legged, Mu Qing closed his eyes, practiced, and recovered from his injuries!

In a blink of an eye, the sun set again.After a whole day of cultivation, Mu Qing's body has recovered more than half.He slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to caress, and took out a lot of food from the ring.Let's deal with it first!

Lowering his head, Mu Qing silently thought about everything in the past few days.

Originally, in his calculations, Ning Fengzhi might have to wait until he won the championship, or even when he was truly famous all over the world, before Ning Fengzhi would make a move.But, obviously, he underestimated Ning Fengzhi and overestimated himself.

As the leader of a big force, Ning Fengzhi's mind and means are simply beyond his imagination. He has just made a move, and all his plans have been seen clearly by Ning Fengzhi. What is the result?obvious.If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem.Ning Fengzhi knows this well!

However, the corners of Mu Qing's mouth curled up slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes were golden.Now this ending is not bad, isn't it?In the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and Qibao Glazed Tile School, he was already dead.Even, in the eyes of others, he is also dead.And the person who knows that he is alive, now, is only Zhu Zhuqing.

This time, although he lost the calculation, he won his freedom.In the future, relying on Ah Qi's thousand-faced beast spirit, he can even return to Tiandou City again, wandering around under the eyes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School every day.It's a pity that Mu Qing didn't plan to go back again. He decided that when he had no strength, he would never come out again.He wants to grow obscenely and become a complete slut.However, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Qibao Liulizong. Now, the only thing he worries about is his father.He also didn't know how Qibao Liulizong would treat his father.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

Mu Lian wiped his hands, got up, and walked out of the room.Opening the courtyard door, outside the door, a deacon inside the door was standing there silently.Mu Lian's heart jumped, and the eyelid of his right eye suddenly jumped wildly.

The deacon glanced at him, and said quietly, "Mu Lian, it's time for you to leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"Why?" Mu Lian's heart jumped, and suddenly, he had an ominous premonition.

"Your son is dead!" The deacon calmly said the cruelest words.

Mu Lian was taken aback for a moment, and then, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly realized that his eyes turned red instantly, and he stammered and asked, "Deacon Ning, is this a joke? How is it possible?"

The deacon looked down at Mu Lian, and there was a purse in his arms, which contained a hundred gold soul coins, which were given to Mu Lian by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he looked at Mu Lian who had no soul power.The deacon suddenly felt that even if the money was ignorant, it seemed to be nothing.Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold, and he said faintly, "Your son died in battle when he was helping the young lady hunt down spirit beasts. That's all, pack up and get out!" After finishing speaking, the deacon turned and left!

In front of the door, Mu Lian's straight waist suddenly collapsed.He hunched over and turned around silently.Start packing up.

(End of this chapter)