Chapter 92 Wake up
"Uncle Bones, can you tell the outside world something about Linyuan now?"
Ning Fengzhi's voice is hoarse.
Gu Rong looked at Gu Linyuan, saw Gu Linyuan nodded, and then slowly spoke.
The hall was so quiet that you could hear the sound of dust falling to the ground.
Gu Rong was leaning on a cane, his skinny fingers rubbed the head of the cane a few times, and a distant light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
"It was a rainy night twelve years ago."
"I was passing by the outskirts of Star Dou Great Forest. It rained heavily all day, and the world was in chaos. I shouldn't have taken that road, but I don't know what happened. My feet didn't obey me, as if I was being led by something."
He paused.
"Then I saw a baby under a Gu Rong tree."
Ning Fengzhi's hands clenched tightly.
Gu Rong glanced at him and continued, "That child neither cried nor fussed. He was lying in the heavy rain without a drop of water on his body. His skin was glowing with a faint light. That light made me, a level ninety-five Titled Douluo, feel in awe."
"I knew at that time that this child was not from an ordinary family."
Gu Rong's voice paused.
"But I didn't dare to dig into it."
"I only knew that he had two extremely terrifying auras, one that seemed to want Destruction everything, and one that seemed to be able to heal all things. So I brought him back and raised him as my own grandson."
He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the crutches.
"I only became convinced recently."
"Linyuan is Son of God."
"His parents are gods."
When the last words came out, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
Ning Fengzhi stood in the center of the hall, his lips moved a few times, as if something was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
His face changed three times in a short period of time - from shock to bewilderment, from bewilderment to paleness, and from paleness to an almost desperate calmness.
He knew that he could no longer use any means to win over Gu Linyuan.
He used to think that Gu Linyuan was a genius and an orphan who could be cultivated, won over and tied to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
When he stopped the resources, what he was thinking was that the child couldn't get up, so there was no need to continue investing.
When he acquiesced in Rongrong's breakup, he was thinking that she deserved someone better.
He never thought that there were two gods standing behind the child he gave up.
What does he use to win over?
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wealth?
They don't need it!
Resources for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
My parents are the masters of the entire Divine Realm!
All the chips in his hand are like a pile of junk in front of Gu Linyuan.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect There's nothing left to offer.
The last card that can be played is Gu Rong's emotional card. But he doesn't dare to play this card at all. He is afraid that even Gu Rong will leave Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect because of this.
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and then slowly sat on the chair behind him, as if he had been drained of energy.
He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
Ning Rongrong was still leaning on the pillar. When she heard Gu Rong say the last words, her legs became weak.
His body slid down the pillar and sat down on the ground, his skirt spread out and covered with dust.
Her eyes were distracted, as if something had hit her in the back of her head, and the whole world was spinning.
Tears welled up silently from his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.
She didn't cry out, her lips were trembling, her chin was trembling, and she looked like a shabby doll that had been forgotten in a corner.
She understood everything.
Why can Gu Linyuan practice so fast, why can he crush Tang San, why are there so many strong men around him, why even Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast like Ah Yin is willing to call him his master.
He is not talented, he is Son of God.
His parents were both gods, and divine blood flowed in his body. From the moment he was born, he stood at a height that she would never be able to reach in her lifetime.
And what about her?
She is just an ordinary human being, the legitimate daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, an auxiliary system Soul Master that even Titled Douluo doesn't know if she can cultivate.
She once had the opportunity to be the person beside God Child.
Zhu Zhuqing and Gu Linyuan are together.
The taciturn Zhu Zhuqing who never fights or fights.
Now she may have the opportunity to enter Divine Realm in the future and become a goddess with infinite lifespan and power.
And she, Ning Rongrong, was originally the one standing next to Gu Linyuan.
She recalled that night in the back mountain. At that time, she thought she was a dragon and he was a snake. Only now did she realize that he had always been a dragon, and she was the snake.
Ning Rongrong placed his hands on the ground, his fingers deeply embedded in the gaps in the bluestone slab.
Her body was trembling, her shoulders were hunching, and a suppressed whimper came from her throat, like a seriously injured little beast licking its wounds alone in a corner.
She cried for a long time, until her eyes were red and swollen, her voice was hoarse, and her whole body lost all strength. Finally, her vision went dark, her body fell limply to the ground, and she passed out.
Ning Fengzhi stood up suddenly.
"Rongrong!"
He rushed over and picked up his daughter. Looking at her pale, tear-soaked face, he felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his heart.
He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just hugged her tighter.
Gu Linyuan stood at the door and glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes calm.
He didn't go over or say any words of comfort.
He just looked at the girl who once stood in front of him, now curled up in her father's arms, like a butterfly with broken wings.
He turned around and walked toward the door.
The moon-white robe glowed softly in the sunlight. His steps were steady and calm, without looking back.
Ning Fengzhi hugged Ning Rongrong, raised his head and looked at the retreating figure, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
The hall was quiet again.
The sun shines in from outside the door, casting a long shadow on the ground. That
The shadow extends from the door to Ning Rongrong's feet, like an endless road.
After a long time, Ning Rongrong woke up.
She opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect her boudoir, the smell of incense, and the soft bed.
She blinked twice and then sat up suddenly.
"Where is brother Linyuan?"
She looked around.
The room was empty, she was alone.
The sunlight outside the window was already heading towards the west, and she didn't know how long she had slept.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, opened the door, and found that there was no one in the corridor. She ran towards the main hall, her steps were messy, and her skirt lifted up as she ran.
The hall was also empty.
Gu Rong is not here, Sword Douluo is not here, her father is not here, and neither is the boy in the moon-white robe.
She stood in the center of the hall, looking at the open door and the sun setting outside the door, and tears welled up again.
She squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and buried her face in her arms.
She didn't cry out.
Because she knew there was no point crying.