Douluo: Emperor of Light

Chapter 127 The Temporarily Buried Hatred (End)
A mountain not far from Douluo Hall, where you can see everything clearly.

Pope Bibi Dong held the scepter in his hand and wore a golden and red robe, looking luxurious and majestic, waiting here quietly.

At some point, she appeared here and has been watching the development of the situation.

Soon, inaudible footsteps gradually came.

A figure that wasn't tall but seemed unnegligible gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes stared at this child, and his slightly immature face had a faint smile on it, giving people a feeling of peace of mind and warmth.

But for some reason, Bibi Dong actually read a hint of exhaustion from his expression.

"It has ended."

Standing in front of this stunning woman, Qingyang stopped in his tracks, and his voice was normal.

The rebellion in Wuhundian was something Bibidong had planned for a long time, and Qingyang was willing to see it. After a long period of fermentation, it erupted overnight and finally came to an end.

Although things went as they wished, accomplished the intended goal, and thoroughly cleaned up all the rot and dirt, but Qingyang didn't find anything gratifying.

Even, he felt heavy, burdened and stressed.

Bibi Dong's face was still delicate, but her expression was somewhat complicated.

She was no longer as indifferent as before, looking at this young child, she felt inexplicably distressed.

With her slender and fair left hand, Bibi Dong gently stroked Qingyang's black hair, and at the same time slowed down her voice with a soft tone:

"You shouldn't have to bear these things. Your young age and weak will are not enough to bear that kind of ideal, but you have unimaginable power."

"It's too early for all this, and it's not a good thing for you."

Qingyang closed his eyes slightly, feeling the divine power coming into his body, soothing the exhaustion everywhere, and the tense spirit.

This kind of divine power is so evil, chaotic, powerful, with an ominous atmosphere, but at the same time it is extremely gentle and jerky.

Under the care conveyed by this force, Qingyang's heart gradually grew alive, and most of the dust on his will was wiped away by a mighty providence.

After relaxing for a moment, Qingyang opened his eyes, and the impressive light flashed in his eyes.

"Perhaps you are right, but since I have chosen this path, I have to bear everything it brings. Now I have no room to retreat."

After Qingyang slowed down, Bibidong withdrew her hand and used divine power to recuperate the opponent's body, which was still too reluctant for her now.

The child in front of her who was carrying a heavy burden but was still determined reminded her unconsciously of her daughter who was far away in Heaven Dou City.

If, like Qingyang, she could understand and be less paranoid, maybe the relationship between them would not be like this.

She is his daughter after all...

Bibi Dong sighed lightly, seeing that Qingyang had adjusted her mentality, she also put away that slightly weak look.

"Since it's been decided, I won't say anything anymore. After this plan, now that the Spirit Hall is completely in my hands, there should be no voices of opposition."

"It just so happens that you have enough strength and influence. Next, just let go and do whatever you want. I will support you."

Bibi Dong spoke in a soft voice, but the content of the words gave Qingyang great support.

If other people in Wuhundian knew about these contents, they would probably sigh in their hearts, the prince of the Pope's Palace really didn't just get his name in vain.

After all, these words, no matter from what aspects, are too much.

Qingyang nodded, just as Bibidong said, with enough strength and influence, he finally got out of the stage of continuing dormancy, and everything that followed was just beginning.

In the future, there are bound to be more things waiting for him.

Regardless of whether those things would be painful like when he was in the extreme north, or they would be too heavy for him like just now, he would face them directly and never look back.

Three days later.

In front of an inconspicuous building is the inspector's hall, which is full of dilapidation.

Qingyang came here and walked in with a calm expression.

"Master Qingyang, as you expected, we really discovered that existence from this mansion, and I have brought her here."

On the side, Meng Yi smiled all over his face, looking amiable.

In the past two days, he has been in charge of commanding the Hall of Martial Guards and investigating all the property and information of the traitors. He has recently gained a lot of benefits.

He was very proud of himself, so he respected Qingyang even more.

No, I got instructions from the other party, but in just half a day, everything was done.

Qingyang nodded, pulled up his collar unnaturally, and after standing for a while, he still raised his feet and walked into the mansion.

However, in just a minute or so, he had already arrived in the hall and saw that petite figure.

At this moment, she seemed to know some news, and looked at the few people who came with her timid, pitiful gaze like a small animal.

In her hands, she held a portrait tightly, with such strong force that she even wrinkled the painting.

Qingyang's hand trembled slightly, and he saw that in the portrait, there was an ordinary-looking man.

He who was painted showed a bright smile and looked very happy.

"It's her, Master Qingyang, according to the division of human beings, she should be around six years old."

Meng Yi smiled obsequiously, his eyes were not on the little girl at all, and he even completely ignored her.

If it wasn't for Qingyang's order, he could be sure that this little guy wouldn't even survive a day.

The little girl seemed to feel Meng Yi's malice, and she took a few steps back with nervousness on her small face while holding the slightly larger portrait.

Qingyang took a few steps forward and came to the beautiful girl. Seeing that the girl was looking at him with vigilant eyes, he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of her.

"Does it have a name?"

Qingyang pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked softly.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then shook her head.

"Then from today onwards, your name will be Qingli."

The little girl, or called Qingli, hesitated for two seconds, as if she didn't feel any malice from Qingyang, which was completely different from the people she met.

So Qingli tentatively stretched out her small hand, and put it on Qingyang's hand, the warm feeling spread into her heart along this connection.

It was as if her father had held her hand.

Qingyang held the other party, a gentle smile appeared on his pretty face.

The girl's vigilance gradually dissipated, although she still held the portrait in one hand, at least she did not resist Qingyang.

Holding Qingli's hand, Qingyang led her away from this old, decayed, oppressive and mediocre house, and walked outside into the sunshine.

There are many Xeons in Wuhun City, and they seem to feel something in an instant, and they cast several eyes in the dark in an instant.

But after seeing Qingyang's figure, they breathed stagnantly, and then calmly withdrew the terrifying soul power that was waiting to be released.

On the street, Qingli hesitated for a moment, then raised her head, her bright pupils dodged the light, and her small face was full of hope and asked: "Will father come back?"

Qingyang stopped suddenly, just when Qingli thought she had said something wrong and started panicking, Qingyang spoke.

"Maybe."

Narrating like a sigh, Qingyang didn't explain anything, and led the girl who gradually felt relieved and smiled, and walked again.

The figure of the two together gradually elongated on the street.

(End of this chapter)