The Ancestor's End Is Near; He Descends the Mountain Bearing an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon

"But..." Dugu Yan bit his lip uneasily.

Dugu Bo put down the tea cup and looked at her seriously. "Yanyan, some words lose their meaning if they are said too clearly. They can see that I am poisoned and that the poison has penetrated into my bones. This is enough. If you continue to say it, it becomes begging. In this life of my Dugu Bo, I would rather die than beg for help."

Of course, if it weren't for Yanyan, he wouldn't even want to ask them to do those two things.

But he has no regrets.

For Yanyan, I am just embarrassed.

Dugu Yan's eyes were slightly red and he turned away. "But... I don't want you to die."

"Who wants to die?" Dugu Bo smiled, with a hint of desolation in his smile, "But everyone has to die. I have lived for almost a hundred years. I have killed people who deserve to be killed and saved people who wanted to be saved. Although I have a bad reputation, at least I live happily."

"Not enough!" Dugu Yan turned his head sharply, tears finally bursting out of his eyes, "You haven't seen me break through Soul Emperor, and you haven't seen me get married yet!"

Her words were filled with sobs.

Dugu Bo looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually softening.

He stretched out his hand and patted his granddaughter's shoulder gently. "Silly girl, why are you crying? Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. Although your grandfather and I have not been upright in our lives, we are worthy of our conscience. The only one I can't let go of is you."

He paused and his tone became solemn. "Yanyan, remember. After I die, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and even Heaven Dou Imperial Family will come to win over you. They will promise you resources, status, and even everything you want. But you have to understand that there is no free lunch in this world. Sooner or later, they will take back double the money they give you."

Dugu Yan wiped away tears and nodded.

"I remember."

"Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun, although they are young and don't have a strong background, they have good intentions." Dugu Bo continued, "I can tell from these two boys that they will do what they promised. If there comes a day when you are desperate, you can go to them. But remember, only when you are desperate. Don't owe favors easily. Favor debts are the hardest to repay."

"My granddaughter understands."

Dugu Bo nodded with satisfaction and looked out the window again.

"Those two boys..." he suddenly said, with a bit of nostalgia in his voice, "Just like me, they are also the kind of people who are not afraid of anything, rely on their own abilities, and live freely Freedom."

He paused, let out a long sigh, and said with a heavy look, "It's a pity, Freedom has a price. My price is the poison in my body and the loneliness in this life."

Dugu Yan listened quietly, and she understood that this Titled Douluo, who was famous for his poison and frightened countless people, was also an old man now!

"Yanyan." Dugu Bo suddenly shouted, with a hint of kindness in his voice.

"Huh?" she responded.

"What do you think of that guy Zhou Qiubai?" He.

Dugu Yan was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what grandpa meant, with a slight blush on his face. "Grandpa, what are you talking about! Although Young Master Zhou... is indeed good, but I already have Tianheng."

"Yu Tianheng..." Dugu Bo shook his head, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "That boy is not bad-hearted, but he is too bound by the family. Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's rules, if you marry him, you may not be able to live happily."

Yu Tianheng is good, but he has a good nature!

If they don't have this ability, Dugu Bo will naturally support them.

It's a pity...

Since my granddaughter likes it, I can only let him go.

I hope Yu Tianheng will not disappoint him.

Otherwise...

He could only poison all Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan people except Yu Yuanzhen before he died.

"But..." Dugu Yan wanted to defend, but was interrupted by Dugu Bo.

"I'm just saying casually." He waved his hand, "You make the decision on emotional matters. Just to remind you, don't just look at the appearance when choosing a person. Yu Tianheng has the resources of the family and the protection of the sect, and it seems to have unlimited glory. But Zhou Qiubai 0 Rogue Cultivator, a gangster like and Yang Guyun, is able to reach today without any support, relying on his true ability and character. Between these two types of people, you have to know who is higher and who is lower."

Dugu Yan was silent for a moment and whispered, "My granddaughter knows."

Study became quiet again, and the sound of banging in the distance sounded again. It was already the second watch.

Dugu Bo suddenly laughed, "Why am I starting to be like your mother? Okay, you go and have a rest. I'll read a book again."

"Grandpa, please rest early." Dugu Yan stood up, bowed respectfully and left.

When she reached the door, she couldn't help but glance back.

She gently closed the door, tears falling again.

This time, she didn't wipe it off.

On the other side, Yuelai Old Inn.

The two of them just sat like this.

After a while, Zhou Qiubai finally spoke, "How long do you think Dugu Bo can last?"

Yang Guyun opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and said slowly, "Half a year, two years at most."

"So short?" Zhou Qiubai was slightly startled.

"The poison has penetrated into the bones and eroded the source." Yang Guyun said in a deep voice, "He is now relying on Titled Douluo's cultivation to suppress it, but the harder he suppresses it, the more violent the rebound will be. Once it breaks out, it will be difficult for gods to save him."

Yang Guyun is a little confused. According to Dugu Bo's current situation, he should have died long ago, but why...

Zhou Qiubai fell into silence. He thought of Dugu Bo's performance at the table today.

Even with Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well suppression, it seems to be reaching its limit.

If someone messes with him at this time.

Tsk tsk~

The death of our ancestor is approaching, please bring Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon down the mountain.

A level 91 Titled Douluo should have a lot of time left, but due to the backlash of Martial Soul, he will end early.

This world is indeed unfair.

"What are you thinking about?" Yang Guyun asked curiously.

Zhou Qiubai said, "Dugu Bo used drugs all his life, but in the end he died of poison. Isn't this an irony?"

"It's fate." Yang Guyun responded, "Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul's fate has been like this for generations in their family, and no one can escape it."

"Fate..." Zhou Qiubai chewed on these two words and suddenly showed a smile.

Yang Guyun looked at him quietly without responding.

Every time at this time, Zhou Qiubai always has something philosophical to say.

Yang Guyun was silent for a moment, then interrupted, "How do you want to help?"

"We'll wait until Elder Yang comes." Zhou Qiubai replied, "Breaking Clan's medical skills may really have a solution. Even if it can't cure the disease, it will be good if it can prolong life for a few more years."

"The old man may not be willing to come." Yang Guyun told the truth.

"What about that letter? Dugu Bo That letter should come in handy, right?" Zhou Qiubai asked tentatively.

"Maybe." Yang Guyun was noncommittal.

Zhou Qiubai stopped asking and asked instead, "Tell me, why is Dugu Bo looking for us? With his identity and strength, if he wants to find someone to help, he has many choices. Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and even Heaven Dou Imperial Family are all willing to serve him."

"Because they are not trustworthy." Yang Guyun said bluntly, "In a sect family, interests come first. After Dugu Bo is dead, Dugu Yan is just a piece of fat. Whoever wins her over will get the inheritance of Jade Phosphorous Serpent Poison. Dugu Bo knows what those people are thinking."

"What about us? Are we trustworthy?" Zhou Qiubai asked curiously.

"We have no background and no ambition." Yang Guyun looked at him and said seriously, "Besides, we are the same type of people as him."

Zhou Qiubai couldn't help but smile. Although Yang Guyun didn't talk much, he looked at the problem from a very thorough perspective.

"Yes!" He repeated softly, looking towards the night outside the window, "In this world, there are really only a handful of people who can do whatever they want."