Douluo's personal pendant

Tang Fei looked at him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, there were tears in his eye sockets. He choked and said, "Qing...Brother Qingxu, you...you shouldn't Abandon me."

Ye Qingxu almost jumped up at the time, kicking Tang Fei out of the window on the fifth floor with one foot, resisting the discomfort in his heart, Ye Qingxu said: "Why are you like this."

Tang Fei stared at him: "Why, your fiancee came to the door, this time she must take you back, you can not listen to her slander, abandon me, abandon Tangsla, abandon our dreams Go back with her."

"Um." Ye Qingxu felt a chill in his heart, and quickly took his hand from Tang Fei's arms, stood up from the edge of the bed, turned his back and said, "When shall I go back with her."

Tang Fei wiped his eyes, wiped off the water droplets that he had secretly squeezed up, and said aggrieved: "Your fiancee is gone, they have found the traces of the seventh-order soul-attached formation. If after three, she got the one The news item of the seventh-order attached soul formation, won't you follow her back to Wuhun City?"

Ye Qingxu looked startled, hesitated for a while, and then slowly said, "If this is the case..."

"Then I might..."

"I still won't return to Wuhun City."

"Gan, this guy has learned badly." When Tang Fei listened to Ye Qingxu's pause, he almost threw his heart out of his throat, but fortunately, when he heard Ye Qingxu, then it seemed that he would not I'm gone, but people are cheap and always do things that I regret.

Tang Fei asked curiously: "Why, don't you want to be home? You haven't been home for six years, don't you miss your parents, and there is news about the seventh-order soul-attached formation."

But after this sentence, Tang Fei wanted to slap himself a few times.

Ye Qingxu opened the window and looked at the bright moon glowing with dazzling silver light. Tang Fei looked at his spirit, probably because he missed his family!

At this moment, Tang Fei felt as if he was a little guilty. For his own benefit, he asked the other party not to go back to see his parents. Thinking about this, Tang Fei felt that he was really not an individual.

Ye Qingxu sighed, lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Maybe I won't go back, it would be nice to them."

Tang Fei looked at Ye Qingxu’s lonely back. He had heard Ye Qingxu’s words that his father’s expectations of him were different from his grandfather. His father wanted him to be a powerful soul master, not a soul guide. Founder, for this reason, his relationship with his father has not been very good.

Tang Fei gritted his teeth, and then reluctantly said: "Or, you'd better go back and take a look, after all, six years..."

Ye Qingxu shook his head, "It's time to go back and I will go back, but not now. I won't go back until I prove that my own dream is right and valuable. Okay, stop this, you still have Nothing else, if not, I will sleep."

"Um, all right, see you after those three, don't worry, Brother Qingxu, I will buy the item with the news of the seventh-order soul formation and let you take it back to Tangsila."

Seeing Tang Fei's hearty smile, Ye Qingxu nodded blankly before closing the door.

Walking out of the door of the Snow Hotel, Tang Fei walked aimlessly on the street. Pedestrians passed by him. There were lovers, father and son, mother and son with happy smiles, men, women and even children with sad faces. Some of them wore gorgeous robes, some were barely clothed, some made loud noises and didn't care about their eyes, and some were cautious to avoid others for fear of touching others.

And all this was captured by Tang Fei. After coming out of Ye Qingxu, he felt very sentimental for some reason. At this moment, he felt that he was the weakest person in the world. He had no goal or direction.

In the beginning, because of the joy of resurrecting through the journey, he was also washed away by the time that constantly passed through the fingers. He awakened a powerful martial soul, possessed a system, and constantly mastered powerful power, and became more and more perfect. He began not to be happy to become stronger. Not being happy for acquiring powerful spirit abilities, everything is just as destined, it will happen naturally, and there is no need for him to think or plan.

He just kept growing aimlessly, he began to admire Qian Wudi, that old guy, although he was dead, but his voice has always had a goal that can be pursued, for this goal, continuous efforts, from time to time. Get out of the middle, even if you end up dying because of this goal, but if this matter is mentioned with others, it will make people feel that this man is romantic.

Tang Fei didn't. He didn't have anything. Tracking one down, eradicating karma, and finding the remaining five demon kings to save the mainland, is this his goal?No, really not, because without him Tang Fei, there may be Li Fei, Wu Fei and others to complete this thing. He never felt that it was his goal, because this thing seemed to be carved in DNA. His fate is the same, he can only do it.

When he came out to make people laugh, he walked less than a hundred meters from the door of Snow Hotel. Tang Fei felt that he was more than most of Title Douluo's body and felt tired. His legs were as heavy as lead, and he dragged with effort. The legs almost fell to the ground.

Tang Fei found a tea stall and sat down, and ordered the shop to serve a pot of tea. The tea was very light, not like the tea in the Xueda Hotel. The fragrance was tangy, the entrance was smooth, and the aftertaste was endless. The bitterness, like thousands of bitter gourds, was concentrated into a drop of bitter gourd juice. Even people who like to eat bitter gourd would not want to drink it, but Tang Fei drank it because he wanted to fill the emptiness in his heart with this bitter water.

"Young man, you seem to be very unfree."

Tang Fei was holding the tea bowl and pouring the tea into his mouth. An unpleasant sound came from his ear. He put the tea bowl down and looked to the side, and he saw a person sitting paralyzed under the pillar next to the tea shed. Tattered, messy black cloth that can't even cover his body, and long gray messy hair covering his entire face.

He seemed to notice that Tang Fei noticed him, he smiled, his voice was hoarse, his throat seemed to have been traumatized, and every syllable from his mouth was very strange and unpleasant. After a while, he laughed. He coughed twice, as if talking to himself, and as if to Tang Fei.

"I used to be a soul master, and I still have a very strong strength. You may not believe it. I was a strong soul at the soul-sovereign level back then. I thought I should be regarded as the mainland, not the top but also the number one person. Be the strong, so I am very confused, because I know that my point is to the soul, and my strength cannot go further. I start to lose my goal and I don't know what I want to do."

"I took the Golden Soul Coins given by Wuhun Hall every month, and started eating, drinking, and gambling. I didn’t miss everything. I started to become inhuman and ghost. I have forgotten all the knowledge I learned in the Soul Master Academy. , I even forgot how to practice, haha, ridiculous."

"No one cares about me, and no one cares about me. I start to let myself do whatever I want. I start to lie to myself, I have a goal, my goal is freedom, and I think I have achieved my goal. , I do what I want, and do whatever I want, so if I am not free enough, what is freedom."

"That period may be the happiest time in my life, because I have the strength of the soul, no one offends me in our place, I even, I even, hehe."

"But for one thing, I was suddenly not free. I still remember that. I had a big meal in a restaurant without paying. When I went out, I saw a young man with a cow dung haircut on his head. I laughed. Now, pointing to his head."

"Hey, why do you have cow dung on your head."

"Hahaha, I was laughing happily at the time, but I didn't expect that the man turned out to be the soul emperor, and then I was dismantled by him and broke my limbs, broke my throat and collapsed here.

"At first I resented him, resented him for hurting me and ruining my peaceful and peaceful life, but later, I began to envy him and envy his freedom. I think maybe being strong is freedom."

Tang Fei watched him silently. During his exploration, the vitality of this sloppy beggar was constantly dissipating, and his soul gradually separated from his body.

"Goal, freedom, I want freedom too."

Tang Fei raised his head and looked at the twinkling stars in the sky, "Perhaps the stars are not free. To be hung on for people to watch comments is too free."

"Being strong, becoming stronger can get freedom."

At this moment, Tang Fei seemed to feel a lot more relaxed in his body, two words kept repeating in his mind.

"Strong, free, strong, free."

"Father, as the top titled Douluo on the mainland, is not free. He is forced to live in a village by the more powerful Soul Hall. If he becomes stronger than the Soul Hall, he can be free."

"But if you are stronger than the Wuhun Temple, you can't be free."

"Then becoming a god should be very free!"

The evening breeze blows through the lively streets, driving away the heat and bringing coolness to pedestrians. The dazzling stars hang on the canvas of the night sky, and together with the calm moonlight like water waves, paint the beautiful scenery that you will never tire of. Under the stars, beside the road In the tea shop, Tang Fei raised his head and looked at the stars above.

His eyes flickered like stars, there was no confusion, no confusion, and some only had firmness like a rock, and a fiery fighting spirit like a fire.

Chapter 4 Breakfast

The wind, frost, rain and dew are mixed together, mixed with the rising sun, making the morning air soft and sweet, like a rice cake.

In a room next to the rustling bamboo forest, Zhu Zhuqing sat up with his arms on his hands. The beauty who had just woke up had her hair scattered and scattered behind her head, covering up the imprints pressed by her arms from lying on her side yesterday. Passing between the hair gaps of her long black hair, one can see her charming and affectionate eyes with traces of fatigue. She woke up even before she thought about it.

Zhu Zhuqing pulled away the long hair in front of him, raised his head and looked at the flower board. A drop of water dripped from the gap between the bamboos on the roof to the floor, and obviously it was not the only drop of water. Zhu Zhuqing glanced. On the muddy ground, her brows frowned. It was obvious that she, who possessed the Wuhun cat, didn't like water very much, and even hated it.

Closing his eyes, Zhu Zhuqing adjusted his mood and calmed down the anger in his heart.

"Huh, what does this smell like"

When she took a deep breath, a hot aroma was mixed in the air and entered her lungs. The aroma seemed to have mysterious magic power, causing her abdomen to gurgle when she smelled the aroma.

She blushed and covered her belly, but besides her own voice, she heard the sound of birds outside, the sound of falling dew, and... the sound of flames, the crackling of wood, and the stir-fry sound.

"Why... there is such a sound."

Zhu Zhuqing was a little dazed. She rained, put on her shoes, and dressed in a pink cotton pajamas, pushed open the door and walked out, looking in the direction where the fragrance was coming. It was the kitchen in another room. She stepped on the ground. Weeds with rain and dew walked towards the kitchen, opened the door, and a familiar figure was cooking in the kitchen.

Tang Fei heard the sound of the door being opened, and turned his head to see Zhu Zhuqing holding the door with his hands, rubbing his eyes, looking at himself in shock.

"You woke up, I made the fish and can eat it later. Let's wash it first."