Douluo’s Ultimate God of War

Spring has not yet arrived, it is still at the end of winter, it is still very cold in the north, the cold wind blows on the face like a knife.

In front of the tomb, a bunch of white flowers swayed in the wind, the petals were blown away, and the names of two old people were engraved on the stele. Three years have passed, and Xiao Jue is helpless against the sky.

He knelt down silently, his lips trembled, his husky words and the north wind, he could not hear clearly, could not distinguish, could not shed tears, only whispered.

Xu Qiong walked to the side, leaving him alone time, and asked the cemetery manager who came here to put down the white flowers.

Unfortunately, there is no result. There are not few people coming and going here every day, and no one will pay special attention to who it is.

Xiao Ju knelt and sat in front of the tombstone, wanting to stay here forever, never get up again, lost the goal of life, his heart was empty, his world was a lead gray.

"Dad, this is a kind of divine brew that I brought back from Douluo. It is hard to drink from all the great kings. It is a pot of essence extracted from a thousand-year wine cellar."

Xiao Jue would open a mutton jade gourd and pour out the wine, filling the cemetery with a refreshing aroma.

Xu Qiong was surprised and turned around to look back. He happened to see this scene. The aroma of the wine was so strong that even people like her who didn't drink liquor were moved by the aroma.

When the person guarding the cemetery saw it, they walked quickly and told him that he had violated the rules, told him to put away the wine bottle, and required a fine.

Xu Qiong stepped forward, took out a stack of money, and passed it over, not allowing it to come close, for fear of causing any trouble. She knew that Xiao Jue cannot be measured by "mortal" today.

"Mom, these are some small accessories I brought back from Douluo." Some strange ornaments appeared in Xiao Jue's hands, including long pearl strings made by washing out the lead and polishing off the floating light, and carvings of the heavenly demon relics. The finished amulets... are all life-extending things.

Each piece is crystal clear, radiant, and overflowing with essence, even ordinary people can see the extraordinary, which can relax the pores of the whole body, like a spring breeze.

"哧"

Flames burst into Xiao Ju's hand, igniting these things and the thousand-year-old brew, turning into a brilliant light, turning into ashes, and falling on the tomb.

The person guarding the cemetery was anxious, saying that he was seriously violating the rules and cannot burn things in this place. After seeing the flames from Xiao Jue's palm, his eyes were a little straight.

"I said... what is it that you burned, how brighter than a magic lamp, bursting out a strip of light, like a baby. Whoops, what kind of wine is this, it is too fragrant, I can't bear it I want to take a sip, I will get drunk just by smelling it."

As soon as he approached, he fell to the ground with a "puff" and passed out. Xu Qiong backed away in shock, afraid of being drunk by the wine. She has seen so much that she has already discovered that the things in Xiao Jue's hands are not ordinary, and cannot be treated with common sense.

Not to mention the brilliant beads, but the wine gourd is a perfect suet jade, if it is put to auction, it will definitely cause a sensation and burst in high prices.

When the person guarding the cemetery woke up again, and found that there was darkness in front of him, a pile of things burned, he immediately jumped up and became furious.

"Hey, I said what's the matter with you, you... Did you burn a truckload of things? How do you clean it up!" His eyes were straight, so a pile of things, let alone burning, it would be troublesome to transport it.

Xu Qiong hurried forward and handed out a thick wad of money again. No matter when, this situation has not changed. When the money is in place, it can even turn the mill back and push the ghost.

"In life, there are so many helpless things that we can't resist and mourn. Uncles and aunts will not blame you, as long as you come back safely, they will be the greatest comfort to them, because before they die, all they worry about is your safety. ." Xu Qiong persuaded.

"I know. I want to be alone. You go back first." Xiao Yue said while sitting there with her back facing him.

The red sun fell in the west, and one day passed in a flash, and finally the stars were a little bit starry. He sat still silently, looking after the hairy people in the cemetery, but didn't dare to care about him, Xu Qiongsai gave him a lot of money before leaving.

In the early morning, the sun was shining down and the sun rose high, Xiao Ju was still there, motionless from start to finish.

He sat for a day and a night, silently remembering, from childhood to growing up, from the time he was a child to growing up, every bit about his parents came to his mind, and it was difficult to get out of his mind.

The happy, the sad, the unforgettable, the unforgettable, the past is like a smoke, occupying his heart, and he wants to sleep here.

At noon, he sighed softly, stood up and left, walking out of the cemetery with a humble figure.

Although he did not return all day and night, Xu Qiong was not worried about it. She witnessed that he could rush into the sky. She thought that no one in this world could hurt him, maybe only himself.

Xiao Jue came back and sat on the sofa quietly listening to Xu Qiong's narration. Every detail of the two old men's old age made him sad, but he didn't say anything from start to finish, just listening.

When there is light, there is darkness. Everyone will have happiness and sadness, happy memories, and naturally undesirable sides~www.readwn.com~Xu Qiong waited for him for two years and then married, as she said In that way, people always want to live.

And life is colorful, there will be wind and rain. Ten years ago, her life fell to the bottom, and her marriage for many years came to an end. She lost everything.

When Xu Qiong went to the suburbs to relax, he unexpectedly met his parents, and couldn't believe it was the two old people who took them away.

"Uncles and aunts are good people. They donated the money you left to an orphanage, but their life is so difficult. They miss you and like children... I think that bunch of flowers should be from the orphanage."

The doorbell rang, Xu Ye ran out, went to open the door, yelling, Dad is back.

"My husband is back. He doesn't have much money. The villa was bought by me in recent years, but he is very honest. Xu Ye is not his own, but he treats her very well."

When talking about her daughter's name, Xu Qiong's voice clearly trembled, Ye and Ye Tongyin, Xiao Ju's heart was agitated, Nine Dragon pulled the coffin, and many things changed.

Once in a marriage, Xu Qiong chose to be extra cautious again. This is a university professor who is engaged in archaeological research and is really good.

Yang Xiao, at first glance, he was not the kind of sleek and sophisticated person. He was a little dull. He first smiled kindly when he saw a visitor at home, and then greeted Xu Qiong's introduction.

"Dad, why did you come back? You don't know. I saw a shooting star almost hit our home and frightened my mother." Xu Ye was twittering, happy like a little magpie.

"It was delayed for many days in Jiangling, and there was a large tomb out there, somehow, everyone who went in died, and the archaeology was terminated, otherwise I would come back later."

"Ah, really, it's too dangerous, dad, don't go." Xu Ye, who was tall, slender and graceful, poured a cup of tea for him, and said fearfully. ()