Douluo's Summoner

Flanders looked at everything in front of him, sighed, turned around, and left.The anger, reluctance, and all the rest had completely disappeared when he met Ning Fengzhi's calm eyes.He is not afraid of the Qibao Glazed Sect, but he is afraid of death.However, he still has an apprentice and a friend.It’s not worth it for Mu Qing!

"Dad! Why?" Ning Rongrong finally spoke as soon as Flanders left.

Ning Fengzhi raised his eyebrows, hugged Ning Rongrong, caressed her head, and said, "For you! For the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar father in front of her, opened her mouth, and said, "Can't we let him go?"

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, and finally there was an expression on his face. He looked deeply at Ning Rongrong and said, "Rongrong, there are some things that are not a question of whether I want to do them or not, but whether I need to do them."

"Why? I don't understand!"

"What are Mu Qing's qualifications?"

Ning Rongrong lowered his head and suddenly understood!

"What's his relationship with the Qibao Glazed Sect?"

"I let him go today. What if he comes back to take revenge on us when he fully grows up?"

Ning Fengzhi's words were like a knife, ruthlessly splitting Ning Rongrong's heart. Ning Rongrong took a breath and covered her heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Ning Fengzhi hugged her daughter and said with a bitter smile, "If I were alone, maybe I would let it go and take revenge. Am I still afraid of him? But! Rongrong, no! I still have you, my family, and In the huge Qibao Glazed Sect, the lives of countless people are connected with mine. For you and for them, when it’s time to take action, I must not be soft-hearted, do you understand?”

"But!" As soon as Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, she suddenly became speechless.She originally wanted to say that Mu Qing was not a murderer, but when the words came to her lips, she could not continue.Some things, even if there is only one ten thousandth chance, need to be erased. If we don't do this, maybe the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect will have disappeared without a trace.Where is the grand scene today?

At this moment, Sword Douluo walked in holding Mu Qing's mask.

Ning Fengzhi raised his head, glanced at the mask in Sword Douluo's hand, his expression softened, and he said, "Uncle Jian, thank you for your hard work!"

Sword Douluo waved his hand, sat down on the seat next to him, threw his mask aside, picked up the tea, and drank it silently.

Ning Rongrong broke away from Ning Fengzhi's arms and silently came to Sword Douluo. She reached out and picked up the mask. Looking at the twisted mask and the blood red on it, tears fell from the corners of her eyes again.Caressing the mask, she sighed and put it away.He turned around, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Dad! I'm back to school!" With that, Ning Fengzhi walked out of the room without waiting for an answer.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Ning Rongrong's back and held the cane tightly.

"She will figure it out!" Chen Xin said!

Ning Fengzhi nodded.扫去心里的杂念，看向尘心，开口说道“剑叔，如何？”

Sword Douluo's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, his brows furrowed, and he said, "Although his strength is good, he is only over level 50 after all, so don't worry!" After that, he drank all the tea in his hand.

Ning Fengzhi felt relieved.

The room suddenly became quiet.

The sun rises and sets, and in a blink of an eye, it’s another day.The Shrek Seven Devils, under the leadership of Flanders, embarked on a journey again.Continue the elite competition.Everything seems like yesterday.However, everyone who has participated knows that everything is different.

The perspective turns back.

The little prairie dog keeps moving through the woods, getting bigger as it gets closer to the depths of the forest.When it really came to the depths of the forest, the marmot's body twisted and transformed slightly, and soon, Mu Qing's delicate little face appeared again.However, there was no blood on the pale face.

Sitting on the ground, Mu Qing took a few deep breaths, looked at his naked body, sighed, took out a black dress from the ring, put it on, and tied the belt. Originally, he was thinking of wearing it. The Book of Souls was hung on his belt, but the moment the book was hung, he suddenly paused, thought for a moment, and his mind moved.The book of the soul merges into the body and falls into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sitting cross-legged, Mu Qing closed his eyes and practiced to recover from his injuries!

In a blink of an eye, the sun sets again.After a whole day of training, Mu Qing's body had recovered more than half.He slowly opened his eyes, reached out and took out a lot of food from the ring.Let’s deal with it first!

Lowering his head, Mu Qing silently thought about everything in the past few days.

Originally, in his calculation, Ning Fengzhi might have to wait until he won the championship, or even became truly famous all over the world, before Ning Fengzhi would take action.However, it was obvious that he underestimated Ning Fengzhi and overestimated himself.

As the leader of a big force, Ning Fengzhi's mind and methods were simply beyond his imagination. He had just taken action, and all his plans were already clearly seen by Ning Fengzhi. What was the result?It's obvious.If you can't solve the problem, then solve the people who created the problem.Ning Fengzhi knows this well!

However, the corners of Mu Qing's mouth raised slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his eyes glowing golden.Now this ending is not bad, isn't it?In the eyes of Ning Fengzhi and the Qibao Glazed Sect, he was already dead.Even, in the eyes of others, he was also dead.And the only person who knows that he is alive now is Zhu Zhuqing.

This time, although he lost the plot, he won freedom.In the future, with the help of Ah Qi's Thousand-faced Beast martial spirit, he could even return to Tiandou City again and hang out under the nose of the Qibao Glazed Sect every day.Unfortunately, Mu Qing has no intention of going back. He has decided not to stand out again when he has no strength.He wants to grow up obscenely and become completely obscene.However, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Qibao Glazed Sect. Now, the only thing he was worried about was his father.He also didn’t know how the Qibao Glazed Sect would treat his father.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

Mu Yan wiped his hands, stood up, and walked out of the room.Opening the courtyard door, outside the door, a deacon was standing there silently.Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and the eyelid of his right eye suddenly jumped wildly.

The deacon glanced at him and said faintly, "Mu Qian, it's time for you to leave the Qibao Glazed Sect."

"Why?" Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly he had an ominous premonition.

"Your son is dead!" The deacon calmly said the cruelest words.

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Then, he suddenly reacted and his eyes turned red instantly. He stammered and asked, "Deacon Ning, is this a joke? How is it possible?"

The deacon looked down at Mu Yan. In his arms, there was a purse, which contained a hundred gold soul coins, which were given to Mu Yan by the Qibao Glazed Sect. However, he looked at Mu Yan without a trace of soul power.The deacon suddenly felt that even if the money was his own, it seemed to be nothing.Thinking of this, his eyes turned cold, and he said faintly, "Your son died in the battle while helping the eldest lady hunt the soul beast. Okay, pack up and get out!" After saying that, the deacon turned and left!

In front of the door, Mu Yan's straight back suddenly collapsed.He hunched over and turned around silently.Start packing your things.