Douluo: I really am not an ice god!

Crunch!

Just walked out the door.

Qian Renxue suddenly stopped and took out a picture book with a thought.

"Xueling."

It was what was confiscated from Lingtian before. Qian Renxue glanced at it and threw it away.

"Your Highness."

The painting book drew a graceful arc in the air. Just when it was about to fall, Xue Ling's figure appeared and she caught the painting book while bowing.

"Throw this book away."

Qian Renxue paused, pondered for a moment and continued, "Let me find someone to tell all the bookstores in the city not to sell this book again."

She was thinking about the next generation of Tiandou.

Don't let the children be misled by 'wrong' knowledge. It's definitely not because of the little God's personal revenge.

"promise."

Xueling nodded and took action immediately.

Although he didn't know why he had to convey such an order, he was Qian Renxue's subordinate and it was his duty to obey orders.

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"Xiaotian, have you been waiting for a long time?" came an elegant voice, Qian Renxue walked slowly with her hands behind her back, with a very gentle smile on her face, looking at Lingtian with a touch of tenderness hidden in her eyebrows.

"It won't take long, brother Prince, let's go." Lingtian smiled slightly, took the initiative to hold her catkins, and clasped the two palms together again.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue smiled and also grabbed Lingtian's palm.

Warm palms wrapped around each other. In addition to softness and warmth, a hint of sweetness echoed in the hearts of the two.

Although I felt sweet in my heart, I didn't show it.

The two held hands and walked straight out of the mansion.

Talk and laugh along the way.

Lingtian seemed to have suddenly enlightened, always making Qian Renxue laugh non-stop, with a bright and joyful smile.

In the past, in Wuhun Hall, there was still Qian Daoliu's love.

But since she came to the Tiandou Empire, she has been suppressing her true emotions. Only in front of Lingtian will she reveal her true self.

This smile is beautiful.

Lingtian didn't want Qian Renxue to lose this smile.

Amidst laughter and laughter, the two arrived in front of the mansion. At this moment, a carriage was parked. In front of the carriage was Xue Ling, the royal coachman of the Prince's Mansion.

"His Royal Highness, Young Master Lingtian." Xue Ling bowed and opened the car curtain for the two of them.

"Ah."

Qian Renxue nodded and led Lingtian onto the carriage.

The two walked into the carriage. The decoration in the carriage was antique and exuded a faint fragrance.Moreover, the cabin is also equipped with very soft and comfortable cushions, which is very comfortable to sit on.

After Qian Renxue and Lingtian entered the carriage, Xue Ling drove the carriage towards the commercial street of the Tiandou Empire.

There were people coming and going on the street, so the speed of the carriage was not very fast.

inside the car.

Although there were cushions on both sides, the two of them sat together involuntarily.

"Xiaotian, where do you want to go first today?"

As she spoke, Qian Renxue stretched out her frosty fingertips to straighten the scattered hair on Lingtian's forehead, while asking in a gentle tone.

"Brother Prince, I want to see grandpa." Lingtian looked sad and his tone became lower, thinking of the old grandpa who was the first to treat him sincerely.

Since the last time he came back from Qibao Glazed Sect, he has not been to the cemetery for half a year.

"Okay, let's go now." Qian Renxue gently stroked Lingtian's forehead, her tone was gentle, and her eyes were full of sympathy and concern.

At the same time, he turned his head and said in a deep voice, "Xueling, go to the cemetery."

"No." Xue Ling nodded, driving the carriage towards the cemetery.

The two of them remained silent along the way, with only the sound of rolling wheels in their ears.

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The Prince's Mansion is not too far from the cemetery, and soon the carriage stopped in front of the cemetery.

"Your Highness, the cemetery has arrived."

"Ah."

Qian Renxue opened the car curtain and walked down slowly with Lingtian.

"Xiaotian, let's go." Qian Renxue took Lingtian's little hand and said softly.

"Ah."

Lingtian nodded, his expression became solemn.

Since being adopted by Qian Renxue, my grandfather's grave has also been moved to the cemetery. When I was in the Qibao Glazed Sect, every year on the anniversary of my grandfather's death, no matter what happened, the spirit god would come to visit the grave.

Every time I leave here, I feel very peaceful.

He also came back here to talk to his grandfather about his depression.

Along the path in the middle of the tomb, Lingtian and Qian Renxue quickly arrived at the grandfather's grave.

The grave is very clean.

Qian Renxue often sent people to clean it, so the grave was always kept clean.

There is a stone tablet standing on it with the words: Grandpa, the tomb of Wu Qu, and a small word in the lower right corner: Grandson, established by the spirit heaven.

Wu Qu is my grandfather's name.

Surname: Wu.

Name: Qu.

A name that sounds like Wen Zou Zou.

It sounds like he should be a scholar, but unexpectedly, he became a beggar.

Below the inscription is an epitaph.

Tiandou Wu Qu was a dandy at a young age.

I love the prosperity, the monasteries, the beautiful maids, the fresh clothes, the food, the horses, the lanterns, the fireworks, the gardens, the antiques, the flowers and the birds.At the same time, I abuse myself with tea, drink oranges, write stupid poems, and stand busy, accomplishing nothing, everything is in vain.

When he was thirty years old, his family was broken up and everyone died, so he took refuge in a shabby house. The only survivors had a shabby bed, a piece of tattered clothes, a few broken books, and an inkstone.

Going back and forth day and night, living in confusion.

The clothes are rotten, the smoke is broken, and the clothes are not wrapped around the belly.

Looking back on the past, it feels like a lifetime ago.

He failed to learn literature or martial arts, so he took a break from everything and missed the brothels and theaters.

He is a waste, a recalcitrant citizen, a talented person, a heartless person, a sleepy man, and a dead old charmer.

He started out as a dandy and ended up being a beggar.

Negative to husband and wife, negative to lover, negative to brother, negative to sister...

Today, the years have passed and the full moon is missing. What I miss is beyond regret.

Time is also destiny, I only blame myself.

Half a lifetime has become a dream.

This is a biography written by Mr. Wu himself, covering his life.

Although he had no money to buy a stone tablet for the cemetery, the old man still belonged to Wen Zou Zou and left an epitaph for himself, saying that if he had the chance in the future, he would carve this half-life biography on the stone tablet.

So when he rebuilt the tomb for the old man, Lingtian put this inscription on it.

"Old man, I'm here to see you again..."

Lingtian walked slowly to the stone tablet, squatted down slowly, rubbed the lines on it with his palms, and murmured in a low voice, "Old man, why can't you wait one more year... Didn't you agree to let me Do you want to enjoy the happiness with me?"

Compared to grandpa, Lingtian is more accustomed to being called old man.

After Wu Qu corrected him several times to no avail, he could only accept this title.

After all, this kid Lingtian refuses to change despite repeated admonitions, and he has no other option...

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