Emperor Yan of Douluo Continent

Chapter 253, Worship (3)

"Let grandpa think about what story he wants to tell Xiao Ling." Tang Jingzhi's voice was very thick, full of vicissitudes of time. "Let's just tell Xiao Ling about the past of Grandpa."

The smile on Tang Ling's little face froze, and then he nodded seriously, his little hands didn't stop at all, listening to his grandfather's voice full of vicissitudes.

From the first time he adopted the first orphan regardless of his family's obstruction to the establishment of the Fu'an Orphanage, Tang Ling listened very carefully, even though he had heard this story dozens of times, even though he had to write the story verbatim. He could guarantee that he could write it out word for word, but Tang Ling still listened carefully, without any impatience, and without any childish temper.

Hearing the vicissitudes and kindness of the old man's voice, Tang Ling only felt how beautiful this moment was, and only wanted time to stay in this moment forever, so that he could serve his grandfather well in his whole life.

It’s just that he didn’t know his specialness when he was young. Not only would his naive idea never come true, but his existence would speed up the destruction of this wish, because the causal line had penetrated deep into the old man’s soul.

"It's a pity, my grandfather's hard work in this life has been ruined by those unscrupulous businessmen." Tang Jingzhi's cloudy eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, not because of the closure of the Fu'an Welfare Institute, but because there are so many less people around him Call him the dean or grandpa's child.

"Grandpa, you said that good people will be rewarded with good things, and evil people will be rewarded with evil things. It's not that they will not be rewarded, but the time has not yet come." Tang Ling's smile was very contagious. Seeing Tang Ling's smile, Tang Jingzhi couldn't help but follow along. laughed.

The moonlight shines on the earth, the old and the young are talking in the dark night. Even though the age gap between the two people is very large, there is no gap in the conversation between the two people. The laughter from time to time makes the air seem to be a little bit more cheerful .

Tang Jingzhi was already 72 years old. At this age, his body would generally get tired easily. During the period of talking with Tang Ling, Tang Jingzhi had already yawned several times.

"Grandpa, let me help you go in and rest." Tang Ling glanced at the moon in the sky, and was about to help Tang Jingzhi go back to rest.

Tang Jingzhi waved his hand, and stood up from the reclining chair with great effort. With a kind smile on his face, he squatted down and touched Tang Ling's head with one hand, and pointed at the full moon in the sky with the other. There was a strange paleness in the smile, but it was covered by the moonlight and Tang Ling didn't see it.

"is it beautiful?"

"pretty."

"Xiao Ling, you have been so sensible since you were a child, and you have never made grandpa worry about anything, but grandpa is very afraid." Tang Jingzhi rubbed the hair on Tang Ling's head, "Grandpa quietly told Xiao Ling that in fact, grandpa has super powers. Grandpa just saw you in the future.

It is because of seeing you in the future that grandpa is afraid.

Because you were crying at that time, and there was no smile on your face anymore. "

"grandfather……"

"Listen to grandpa." Tang Jingzhi sighed, pinched Tang Ling's face, and said seriously: "Grandpa is afraid that you will really appear in front of grandpa, and grandpa hates you like that.

No matter what, grandpa is proud of you. No matter what happens in the future, grandpa only hopes that you will always be happy. "

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The sky became clear again, just like Tang Ling's heart.

"Indeed, even if I was given regret medicine, I wouldn't take it, not only because grandpa wouldn't let me take it, but also because of them." Tang Ling got up from the ground and knocked nine times on Tang Jingzhi's tombstone .

The haze in Tang Ling's eyes completely dissipated. He stood up from the ground, sat beside the tombstone, and took out two wine glasses from the moonlit night.

Di Yan glanced at it, then disappeared without a sound.

Two glasses of wine were poured, one was placed in front of the tombstone, and the other was picked up by Tang Ling.

"Grandpa, you've been calling for a drink, and now Xiao Ling is here to drink with you." Tang Ling swung the wine glass in his hand, and got bored after one sip.

With just one drink, Tang Ling's face turned red like a monkey's butt, and his throat was sore, as if he was about to lose his dumbness, but he didn't stop, but continued to pour the wine.

After drinking three or four glasses in a row, the whole person leaned against the tombstone and fell asleep.

"Diyan...

We go home……"

A beam of light descended from the sky and enveloped Tang Ling. When the beam of light disappeared, only an empty wine bottle and a white lily of the valley were left in place.

The white petals sway gently in the breeze, as if someone is waving his arms, as if saying goodbye.

…………

Among the thousands of worlds, on one of the inconspicuous planets, a figure shrouded in thick black mist stepped on a mountain of corpses, and blood was still dripping from the ferocious sword in his hand.

The scarlet light lit up, and the black mist subsided, revealing the ferocious thorn-like armor under the black mist. The fiery figure like a devil exuded an evil aura against the backdrop of the ferocious armor. Can arouse the desire deep in the heart.

A ferocious sharp sword was inserted into the corpse at his feet, his hands were on the hilt of the sword, the armor on his head disappeared with a surge of black light, and the thick black hair fell down to his waist.

There was a captivating smile on the delicate cheeks without any blemishes, and the pair of black pupils seemed to be able to see the golden figure through the dark sky.

"Thirteen." A melodious female voice sounded in this dead world, and a black figure knelt on one knee, lowered its head and quietly appeared behind Ming Prison.

"Find him some trouble and help him loosen his bones." The woman said in a cold voice without looking at the young man kneeling on one knee.

"Yes, master." The young man's voice was very dry, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

Just when the young man was about to leave, Ming Prison said again: "His life is mine. Understand?"

"Understood, Master."

A burst of black light surged, and the youth disappeared.

"You are mine, and only mine."

The red light flickered, and the melodious voice brought madness.

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Di Yan stood in a sea of ​​flames where he couldn't see the sky, looked up at the sky and remained silent, his eyes revealing the complexity and bitterness in his heart that couldn't be concealed.

Looking back from the air, he looked at Tang Ling who was lying on the ground frowning, shook his head slightly, and lightly tapped Tang Ling's forehead with his fingers.

A cool feeling instantly dispelled the dizziness in the head and the discomfort in the throat, and the eyelids moved slightly and slowly opened.

The black pupils disappeared, replaced by golden pupils that were exactly the same as Di Yan's, full of oppression.

Like a pool of stagnant water, without any emotional fluctuations.

(End of this chapter)