From the Soul Motion Machine onwards, the Mechanized Douluo

Chapter 139 The Destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! [Bonus Chapter for 1200 Subscriptions]

On the shore of Shrek Lake, in the darkness, Chen Hong slowly stopped and gently raised his hand to catch a dandelion seed carried by the wind. Ning Rongrong, who was still sulking behind him, accidentally bumped into Chen Hong's back.

"Hey! Can't you watch where you're going?!" Ning Rongrong, who bumped into Chen Hong's back, introduced herself with an unhappy expression.

"There's no need to rush to introduce yourself," Chen Hong replied calmly, his gaze fixed on the dandelion seed in his palm, dancing in the darkness, destined to go unnoticed. His dark eyes were filled with a silent solitude.

"You?! What's that in your hand? A dandelion? Why are you looking at that?" Ning Rongrong held her head, originally wanting to cause some trouble for Chen Hong, but when she followed Chen Hong's gaze and, with the help of the hazy moonlight, she finally saw what Chen Hong was holding and became curious.

He wondered what was wrong with Chen Hong today, that he had suddenly become so taciturn? Wasn't he usually so crazy and eccentric?

"What is the meaning of dandelion flowers?" Suddenly, on the shore of Shrek Lake, Chen Hong asked the beautiful girl beside him in a soft voice.

"Huh? Why are you asking this?" Ning Rongrong looked at Chen Hong with some surprise, thinking to herself, "You, Chen, aren't you always saying 'Amen, Amen,' without any worldly desires? Why are you suddenly asking this?" But you've come to the right person! This little question is no challenge for me at all!

Ning Rongrong confidently replied, "Hey Chen! You've come to the right person! The flower language of dandelions is freedom and love that cannot stay!"

"???" Chen Hong didn't turn around, but three large question marks made up of dandelion seeds flying in the night sky appeared above his head.

"What's wrong?! Do you have to make that face???" Ning Rongrong naturally saw the big question mark above Chen Hong's head and was a little unhappy with Chen Hong's way of expressing his emotions in 'emoticons'.

If it's wrong, just say it's wrong! Why put such a huge question mark above your head? Like you're afraid no one will see it! You're so stingy! Pah! So childish!

"Actually, the language of flowers doesn't necessarily mean love." After a slight pause, Chen Hong finally said softly, "Dandelions chase the wind throughout their lives, symbolizing freedom. They can't stay still, which is also a kind of etherealness, or a naive pursuit of dreams."

"Okay, you're right!" Although Ning Rongrong was a little annoyed, she still agreed with Chen Hong's explanation.

It's all my fault for reading those aristocratic women's books before, which supposedly awakened her to the world. Now, everything she reads is about love and romance; her brain has been brainwashed and imprinted with the idea of ​​love and romance, making it seem like everything in her life revolves around love and romance.

This time, Chen taught Ning Rongrong a lesson she had learned. She silently reflected on her actions.

"But what is the meaning of dandelion flowers in the dark night?" Chen Hong gently blew a breath, and the dandelion in his palm was carried by the wind to the lake surface, disappearing into the vast darkness in an instant.

"I don't know." Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered as she watched the dandelion seeds disappear in an instant. A thought flashed through her mind, but after thinking about it, she still couldn't grasp the tail of that inspiration, so she chose to answer truthfully.

Looking at the dandelion seeds dancing in the cold wind on the lake's surface, Chen Hong's mind raced with many adjectives, but in the end, only two words came to his lips:

".confused."

The confusion of not being able to see the wind.

The confusion that goes unseen by others.

Even more disorienting is the feeling of not being able to find a foothold in life.

rustling

The evening breeze surged again, forcing more and more dandelions into the black sky. At this moment, the sky was like a giant beast that could devour everything, opening its bloody maw to all the children separated from their mother on the ground, attempting to devour everything.

At this moment, the dandelion seeds cannot see the direction of the wind, nor can they see the direction they want to go, and no one can guide them.

At this moment, the romantic pursuit of freedom has become a lonely self-admiration with no one to appreciate it. The carefree spirit that cannot stay has become a bewilderment with no way forward.

In the darkness, within Chen Hong's spiritual perception, countless dandelion seeds drifting in the night sky were carried into the pitch-black night by the gentle breeze he had been waiting for, and then... fell into the lake not far away that swallowed all life!

The dandelions, who called themselves children of the wind, ultimately plunged headlong into the abyss called a lake in their sweet dream of freedom!

rustling

A gentle breeze stirred, and Chen Hong slowly raised his hand towards the darkness. His delicate spiritual energy enveloped Shrek Lake in front of him, and his mental power gently lifted the dandelions that were about to fall into the lake.

"Chen Hong. You...?" At this moment, when Chen Hong uttered the word "confused," even Ning Rongrong, who was slow to react, realized that Chen Hong's emotions were abnormal.

A cold wind brushed against Chen Hong's indifferent face, lifting the dark hair by his ear. Only then did Ning Rongrong see the deep and complex emotions in his eyes from his handsome profile.

"Ning Rongrong, you can give up cultivating your spirit rings," Chen Hong suddenly said softly.

"Huh?!" Ning Rongrong frowned upon hearing this, looking at Chen Hong with a surprised and uncertain expression, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you serious?!"

Chen Hong did not answer Ning Rongrong's question directly, but instead spoke softly to the dandelions fluttering in the darkness on the lake: "Dandelions dancing in the night, they can't see the wind, they can't see where they can land, and no one can guide them. They are like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. I seem to see the destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School just because of a wind from the night."

Dandelions chasing the wind may seem appealing, but the wind from the night can easily crush their endless dreams.

"The destruction of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?! How is that possible?!" Ning Rongrong stared incredulously at the silent Chen Hong, her voice sharp.

"They were blown up by a wind from the night. Although they had always longed for the wind," Chen Hong said calmly.

Ning Rongrong subconsciously reached out and squeezed Chen Hong's arm tightly. Her face was not visible in the darkness, but her stiff and forceful fingers allowed Chen Hong to sense the unease deep within her heart.

"Why...no, soul tools?! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be destroyed because of the development of soul tools?! How is that possible?" Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes kept flashing, as if she wanted to ask something, but the intelligent girl instantly thought of the correct answer.

Soul-guided device!

(End of this chapter)