Douluo's Ultimate Knife

Chapter 92 Proposal
The contestants are finalized, and Song Que decides to let Dugu Bo lead the team to participate.

When Song Que first came to this world, he also thought about competing with Tang San in this competition.

But man is not as good as heaven is, after all kinds of accidents, Song Que has already deviated from the track he originally imagined.

Now Song Que, who has just entered the soul jihad power, can no longer arouse the interest in playing with those children.

After the disciples had dispersed, Huafeng, who had doubts for a long time, couldn't help asking.

"Xiao Que, the strength of Zhanfeng's disciples is slightly inferior to other peaks, why do you want them to represent the martial arts academy?"

"Our martial arts academy has just been established, and the strength of the students is too weak. I spent a lot of resources to push Luo Qiancheng to Hunzun. I don't even want to win the competition." Song Que said the most fatal weakness of the martial arts academy, or There is so little time.

He paused and continued, "Since we can't win, of course we must choose a method that is most beneficial to us. Let Zhanfeng disciples participate in the competition, one is to let them see the world, and the other is to let people on the mainland know that even if they have poor cultivation talents or even There are ways to become stronger even if you can't cultivate, and you will gradually regain the hearts of the people from the Wuhun Palace."

Dugu Bo also disagreed with Huafeng's question.

"Song boy, if I don't go to this competition, it will be very troublesome to bump into the Wuhun Palace." Dugu Bo's old face was full of reluctance.

"You say it's troublesome for the old man, isn't that like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den to me? So I can only rely on you."

Dugu Bo, who had a little understanding of Song Que's past, was unable to refute. When he thought about refusal again, Song Que had already pulled Huafeng away.

"Slow down, Xiao Que, where are you taking me!" After going down the mountain, Song Que told Huafeng to close her eyes. Huafeng, who was being led all the way, still had some anticipation and apprehension in her heart, resisting the urge to open her eyes.

Huafeng who closed her eyes couldn't feel the passage of time, and Song Que took her to stop after an unknown amount of time.

"Sister Hua can open it." Song Que whispered next to Huafeng's ear, the warm breath in her ear made her blush.

Huafeng opened her eyes and saw a sea of ​​flowers, butterflies looming in the sea of ​​flowers, and at the end of the sea of ​​flowers was a bamboo forest.

"Is this the Wenyu Bamboo Forest?" Huafeng happily ran into the sea of ​​flowers.

At this moment, she is not like the lord in the eyes of everyone, but like an ordinary girl who has liberated her nature.

To be honest, Song Que had never seen Sister Hua so lively, she always supported him silently behind her back, pretending to be calm so that Song Que could rely on her.

Looking at the girl Song Que in the sea of ​​flowers, a smile leaked from her heart, and then rushed into the sea of ​​flowers.

"Sister Hua, I'm here to catch you!"

The two of them chased in the sea of ​​flowers like children, and when they got close to Sister Hua, Song Que fiercely kept her.

Song Que buried his head in the hair of the man in his arms, "Sister Hua, I caught it!"

"Xiao Que let me go, it's so itchy!" Huafeng kept shaking her head.

"I won't let go, I won't let go in this life!"

Huafeng's delicate body froze instantly.

Song Que turned Huafeng's body around, Huafeng just looked at him with red eyes.

"Sister Hua, will you marry me?" Song Que waved his hands, and two birds flew out from the sea of ​​flowers, holding a gorgeous flower in their beaks.

The bird landed in Song Que's palm, and the flower in his mouth turned into a flower ring.

Song Que pulled Huafeng's pure white arm, and after touching it, he could feel Huafeng's trembling, and tears like pearls slid down his cheeks.

"Don't you want to?" Song Que relaxedly let go of Huafeng's wrist.

Huafeng grabbed him with her backhand, handed her right hand to Song Que, and said in a coquettish tone, "Idiot! Bring it to me!"

Song Que carefully put the ring on Huafeng, and then lay down in the sea of ​​flowers with her in his arms, feeling the tranquility and warmth at this moment.

A sense of satisfaction never felt before flooded Song Que's heart. When Song Que savored it carefully, Huafeng in his arms poked him lightly with his finger.

"Xiao Que, why did you suddenly become enlightened!"

"I've always understood."

Hua Feng arched her small head into Song Que's arms, and put her cheek against his chest, quietly listening to Song Que talking about what happened between the two of them all these years.

As Song Que was talking, he saw Huafeng staring blankly, and shook slightly, "What is Sister Hua thinking?"

"I'm thinking about what I'm going to wear on our wedding day."

When Huafeng mentioned the wedding, Song Que was silent for a moment and said.

"Sister Hua, we can't hold a wedding yet, I don't have enough strength to protect you, can you give me some time?"

Thinking that Hua Feng who knew Song Que well knew that he had already thought of leaving after saying these words.

"when are we leaving?"

"tomorrow."

"Is it okay if I don't leave? I don't want a wedding, so we will stay together in Chishaling for the rest of our lives, okay? At worst, we leave here and hide our names, and we will never find them in Wuhun Temple." Huafeng broke free from Song Que's arms excitedly, grabbed Hold Song Que's shoulder.

"I don't want you to hide with me, some things will have to be faced sooner or later."

Hua Feng threw herself on Song Que, tears soaked his skirt.

"Then I wait for you!"

"Ah."

This night, the sea of ​​flowers is rippling, and petals are flying in the air.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Que looked at the beauty pretending to be asleep in his arms with reluctance, the tears from yesterday were still on her beautiful cheeks.

Gently kissed her forehead, put on her clothes, quietly got up and left.

Feeling the warmth left by that person disappear little by little, the tears in Huafeng's eyes could not stop flowing down again.

All the tears in her life seemed to be prepared for that person.

Although Song Que was reluctant to give up, he did not stop to leave. Revenge has already taken the first step, and there is no turning back. Now he can only become stronger as soon as possible, so strong that he can protect Huafeng from wind and rain.

Song Que did not return to the city to say goodbye to the others, he had already explained what should be explained.

The purpose of this trip is the Slaughter Capital, a special place left behind tens of thousands of years ago after God Shura became a god.

In the Slaughter City, due to the limitation of divine power, no one except the law enforcers can use soul skills, and even soul power can only be used as a source of power and cannot be released from the body.

But these kinds of restrictions are almost non-existent to Song Que, since he lost his martial soul, he couldn't use soul skills at all.

There he can unscrupulously use the killing knife to improve his strength.

Song Que came to a dilapidated small town in the evening after driving for four consecutive days. The houses in the small town were dilapidated and there were no people on the street.

Song Que took out a ghost mask from the storage ring, and walked slowly down the street with the Doom Knife in his hand.

There were lights on in a restaurant at the end of the street, and various vulgar words came from the restaurant.

Song Que kicked open the door of the restaurant and walked in. The restaurant fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

Song Quemu walked to an empty table as if no one was there, slapped the E-Ming Dao on the table and sat down.

"Have a drink."

(End of this chapter)