[Douluo + Sword Three] Cold Jade Heart

Even after more than ten years, Ning Fengzhi could not forget the terrifying pressure of the titled Douluo when he appeared in the Qibao Glazed Sect, and the panicked look on his wife who had always been cold and calm.

Two yellow, two purple, four black and one red soul rings, among which the blood-red soul ring pressed heavily on his heart in a manner that blocked out the sky and the sun. Ning Fengzhi thought it was an enemy attack, but he didn't want the visitor's eyes to light up. The person who crossed the Qibao Glazed Sect seemed to see a pile of dust, and then it fell on his wife.

And the other party's first words made Ning Fengzhi extremely shocked——

"Axue, we can't keep that bastard."

"..."

So Ning Fengzhi almost never mentioned his wife's secrets in front of his children. He didn't want Aliu and Rongrong to know that their birth was not expected by their mother's elders, and he didn't want Aliu to know that he almost couldn't survive in this world. was born on.

"Father." Ning Liu didn't look strange after hearing this. For him, people he has never met before are strangers, and strangers are not worth wasting his feelings on.

He was just a little confused, "According to what my father said, since your Majesty didn't stop you from getting married to your mother, why couldn't you allow me to be born?"

I couldn't stand Ning Fengzhi but I acquiesced in their relationship, but why couldn't they tolerate a child?

Looking into his son's amber eyes, Ning Fengzhi stared at him: "How do I know?"

Ning Liu looked away expressionlessly and thought for a moment, "Dad, have you ever thought that maybe there is something special about me?"

Ning Fengzhi really thought about it: "...Twin martial spirits?"

Ning Liu: "..."

"I mean, has my father ever thought that my mother's sudden disappearance has something to do with me?"

That night.

The banquet was held in the palace hall. The Tiandou Empire's palace was naturally splendid and beautiful, and countless young men and women came and went, drinking and drinking.

Although it was the same banquet, the circles were different. The adults had their dignity and considerations, and the young men and women also had their own social interactions. Therefore, when Ning Liu was sitting alone in the corner, almost no one would come to disturb him.

This is not because Ning Liu rarely appears in the soul master world, so few people recognize him. People who don’t know the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect’s logo should recognize it. It’s just that Ning Liu is polite and distant to those who occasionally come over, and his attitude cannot be said to be arrogant. He was rude but also made people feel uncomfortable to get close to him, so after a few visits, fewer people came to him.

It just so happened that Ning Liu's purpose today was not to socialize.

"Why are you here alone?"

Ning Liu followed the sound and saw Yu Tianheng approaching with Dugu Yan in one hand and a wine glass in the other. Without waiting for Ning Liu to reply, the two of them sat on the sofa opposite him.

Ning Liu's lips curved: "The main event hasn't started yet, and I don't want to watch a bunch of clowns."

Yu Tianheng raised his glass: "That makes sense."

"However, this Wuhun Palace still looks like this. It will never appear until the end. It is even later than the royal family. The gesture is enough."

"Tianheng." Duguyan reminded Yu Tianheng in a low voice after hearing this. "

Yu Tianheng: "Don't worry, Wuhun Palace's power has not reached the point of being all-pervasive."

Speaking of Cao Cao's arrival, Ning Liu also heard the crowd's murmur of "Welcome His Majesty the Pope." He and Yu Tianheng looked at each other, and the two of them stood up from the sofa in tacit agreement, although there was no Like a crowd, they gathered around the tall woman not far away, but they also walked out of the corner.

As long as Shangsanzong and Wuhundian didn't break up for a day, they would still give face to the Pope of Wuhundian.

Ning Liu's eyes flickered over the face of the woman holding the scepter. Originally, he just glanced casually to see what this world-famous pope looked like, but after scanning his eyes, he turned back and stopped at Bibi. On Dong’s face.

Ning Liu has always been terribly sensitive, and just such a look made him feel a little weird in his heart, but he couldn't remember what the weirdness was, and he was thinking about it for a long time.

Yu Tianheng also noticed this scene, and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his mouth. He leaned over and whispered: "Hey, brother, no matter how good-looking the Pope is, he is still old enough to be your mother. Stop looking at it. If you look at it again..."

Was discovered.

Before he finished speaking, Ning Liu's thoughts were interrupted. For the first time in his life, bah, it was the second time he turned black. He looked at Yu Tianheng with a smile on his face and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yu Tianheng was so excited by the laughter that he couldn't help but recall the day when he was hit by an umbrella. He immediately took a few steps away, looking around but not looking at Ning Liu.

However, even in these few seconds, even a titled Douluo who is keen enough can feel it.

There were many people in the hall looking at the Pope, but Bibi Dong immediately turned around and his eyes fell on Ning Liu, who was not far away.

Everyone's eyes followed her, and even a fool would feel the intense gaze. Ning Liu stopped sneering, and Yu Tianheng returned to his seriousness. Needless to say, the three of them walked towards Bibi Dong together.

Wherever Ning Liu and Yu Tianheng passed, the people around them automatically made way for them and stopped in front of Bibi Dong. Ning Liu only performed basic greetings, and the young man remained calm and elegant under the gaze of a titled Douluo. : "His Majesty the Pope."

Bibi Dong's majestic and cold eyes fell on the young man in front of him. After a while, he gave a stingy smile: "It turns out that he is a disciple of the Qibao Glazed Sect. He has already reached the realm of the Soul Sect at a young age. He is indeed a young hero. "

She seemed to completely ignore Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan on the side.

The praise came from the Pope of Wuhun Palace, a powerful Titled Douluo, and many envious eyes in the hall suddenly turned to Ning Liu.

Among them, the gaze from the girl next to Bibi Dong was the strongest.

It wasn't envy or surprise, but a look full of scrutiny and criticality.

This is interesting, but in the first 14 years of Ning Liu's life, he was the only one who picked on others, and he had never been picked on himself.

Ning Liu's smile seemed to have been carefully measured and remained unchanged: "His Majesty, Your Majesty, has a graceful appearance. I lost my temper when I saw Ning Liu today. I hope Your Majesty, Your Majesty, will forgive me."

Bibi Dong didn't speak, but a burst of movement that followed attracted everyone else's attention. The crowd gave way again, and Ning Fengzhi walked over with Emperor Xueye and his party, breaking the brief silence.

"The arrival of His Majesty the Pope is indeed a blessing for the Tiandou Empire." Emperor Xueye said his polite words and suddenly took the conversation away from the children in the hall.

"Your Majesty Xue Ye, Sect Master Ning, Sect Master Yu." Bibi Dong also looked away from Ning Liu and said calmly.

"..."

With the interruption of these elders, the juniors like Ning Liu naturally couldn't interrupt anymore, but they couldn't leave just like that regardless of etiquette. Ning Liu was okay, listening without changing his expression. Since the hypocrisy comes and goes, Yu However, Tian Heng secretly rolled his eyes and he saw it, and Dugu Yan also looked a little unhappy.

This was not because of her sweetheart, but because of a little-known thing.

Dugu Yan's grandfather, the Douluo named Poison Dugu Fu, had a deadly feud with Wuhun Palace, but now he was just maintaining a superficial calm.

Ning Liu reminded the two of them with his eyes because of his poor classmates.

Yu Tianheng almost wanted to roll his eyes again, but finally just whispered: "The girl next to the Pope is the current Saint Hu Liena of Wuhun Palace."

It was the girl who looked at Ning Liu with critical eyes from time to time.

Yu Tianheng said: "Before you, she, her brother, and another soul master from Wuhun Palace were known as the Golden Generation of Wuhun Palace, and were the most outstanding young geniuses in the soul master world."

Then he was photographed by Ning Liu from the center of attention to the second level.

"..." Ning Liu.

"His Majesty the Pope is joking. In terms of talent, the golden generation of Wuhun Palace is already well known to everyone. Although A Liu has some talent, his character may not be comparable to that of His Majesty the Pope's disciples." Ning Fengzhi's voice said. Suddenly came, "As for my little daughter Rongrong, she is even more willful and rebellious, which is really a headache."

Realizing that many more eyes were falling on her, Ning Liu raised his eyes slightly, but his amber eyes were facing the girl next to Bibi Dong.

The two looked at each other for a second, then looked away.

Bibi Dong said calmly: "Sect Master Ning is the one who is being humble. At least Na'er has never reached the level of the Young Sect Master at the age of the Young Sect Master. As for the daughter's family, it is normal for her to be pampered."

"Na'er." She waved to the beautiful girl on her side, who walked closer and said respectfully, "Teacher."

Bibi Dong's expression was still cold and majestic, but her eyes were a little softer. She seemed to be looking at Hu Liena and said casually: "The world of soul masters is so vast. There are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. Do you understand?"

Hu Liena paused and nodded slowly.

Bibi Dong said again: "Let's go."

After saying that, the Pope turned around and left with Hu Liena, Emperor Xueye and others.

Ning Fengzhi nodded towards Ning Liu and left.

As soon as a group of the most distinguished people on the continent left, the atmosphere around them became noticeably lighter.

They also dispersed.

"Speaking of which, what were you doing watching the Pope just now?" Yu Tianheng suddenly asked as he walked towards the original corner.

Dugu Yan glanced at Ning Liu and snorted with unknown meaning.

Ning Liu ignored her and said, "I just feel that Your Majesty the Pope gives me a very familiar feeling."

Yu Tianheng: "Have you met the Pope before?"

Ning Liu paused and said, "No."

Seeing Ning Liu's mysterious and mysterious look, Yu Tianheng couldn't help but feel bored and said casually: "So you've seen someone who looks like the Pope?"

Ning Liu: "My memory is very good. If there really is such a person, I wouldn't feel strange now."

"My sense of familiarity does not come from appearance."

This feeling was so erratic that even Ning Liu himself couldn't grasp it.