Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

Yu Yuyi wanted to cry.

This is easy to see.

His old father, who was already softly comforting her, became softer. This was what he had learned little by little for this child in the past six years.

After going through so many things, he could never be happy. Even if he had something to say and do, and he had to face it with a polite smile, he could only give an extremely stiff and scary answer from beginning to end. Run those kids smiles.

Even Yu Xiaogang himself knew why.

However, knowing doesn't mean being able to solve...

He still couldn't let go, couldn't let go of the dazzling destruction of the past, and many blows and ridicules were aimed at his useless martial soul that could not go any further.

——There is no useless martial spirit, only useless people.

This sentence was once written into a theory book by Yu Xiaogang with great satisfaction and regarded as a guideline.

After all, it was not long after he found a like-minded friend, and when he was still young and vigorous, he said that he was not afraid of heaven and earth, and was not afraid of people's words, but only hoped that things would be done by man, and that man would conquer nature.

But the successive blows and the ridicule from his loved ones forced him, Yu Xiaogang, to accept the fact that he was a waste.

He, from then on, was bound by his own theories.

There are no useless martial arts spirits, only useless people.

Then he is trash in his own words.

Yu Xiaogang was depressed for a few days and accepted this fact. But once he accepted this fact——

It was like there was a big hole in his chest, so empty that he couldn't find where to put it.

Yu Xiaogang knew that all his vitality and vitality began to drain away from the hole in his chest.

He didn't want to make his once like-minded friends sad, so he left there alone and came to a remote town in Tiandou. He was not anonymous but it was almost the same situation.

He knew that he was here to die.

So he didn't try to find a job. Instead, he used his previous savings and spent several years in a muddle-headed manner.

Maybe... Yu Xiaogang thought that he might still have some illusions.

Imagine that an apprentice who can realize his theory appears in front of him, and he can use this to refute those closest relatives and loved ones who look down on him, declare to the world, and tell himself——

He Yu Xiaogang is definitely not a waste!

But after waiting for a long time, Yu Xiaogang's blood became cold and hot again, and then was cooled by time.

He didn't wait for a miracle.

But on the way back to Notting City from the countryside that day, he heard...

That childish voice, is that the vitality and vitality he has lost?

At that time, Yu Xiaogang was aroused by the sound. He staggered on the side road back to Notting City and headed towards the bamboo basket.

then……

It was the encounter between him and Yu Yuyi.

He picked up this abandoned baby, a child who might have been abandoned because of his gray hair and pupils.

Yiyi was abandoned by the world. As a child, she needed a father to lead her to see and understand such a crisis-ridden world. She needed him. What she needed was not useless Yu Xiaogang, but also useless Yu Xiaogang.

He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and looking like crying but not crying. He quietly looked at the expression of the child in the bamboo basket: "That's all, he is also a poor person."

Yu Xiaogang didn't know who he was talking about.

Then, amidst the quarrel between him and Hongcai, Yiyi grew up stumblingly.

Yu Xiaogang also found that the hole in his heart was slowly filled without knowing when. Through the little moments they spent together, he held the child to learn to read, held the child's hand to teach her calligraphy, and led her to learn to walk... Unknowingly, the reluctance and resentment he had felt began to dissolve.

From another perspective, he discovered the troubles and responsibilities of being a father, and why he could say those hurtful words.

Yu Xiaogang still cares about the past, but he no longer traps himself in the same place.

Because Yiyi is still there, in front of him, waiting for his father to help her see and understand the world.

Now this child is too scared to face him. His eyes are red, but he is stubborn and refuses to cry. His hands still raised flat are trembling with fatigue and fear...

Yu Xiaogang stepped forward, knelt down, held the hand that was only half-palmed with both hands, and said softly: "How can Yiyi be a monster? Don't be afraid, dad is here, do you still remember the theory discussed with dad? "

"Martial spirit?" Yu Yuyi replied with a trembling voice.

Yu Xiaogang smiled and said: "Yes, martial arts. You and dad once said that martial arts cannot be simply classified into animal martial souls and weapon martial souls. Now dad tells Yiyi that what Yiyi said is right, because there are indeed people who are... Elements are martial souls, but most people divide their combat power based on elements. Their elements are all based on the physical martial soul form. No one is a pure element. Except for a man mentioned in the unofficial history who was a pure element a thousand years ago. A person whose element is martial spirit."

"That is a person who we don't know exists until now, because there are very few things about that person, we only know that there may be such a person, who separated an enemy country for Xingluo and Tiandou, who were once a country. Of course, there are not many warriors who know about it now, and most of them believe that He does not exist."

"However, when I saw Yiyi's martial spirit, my father realized something. That person exists. And Yiyi is as special as that person."

"So dad can explain this situation. Is Yiyi willing to believe dad's theory?"

Listening to Yu Xiaogang's comforting words, Yu Yuyi blinked and tears fell down.

*

["...monster...ugly! Maybe she was abandoned by her parents because she was ugly!" The childish voice was sharp and harsh, and the words he spoke were like a sharp blade, mercilessly piercing the huddled center surrounded by children. Children in a ball.

The surrounding boys and girls, who looked to be less than ten years old, also followed the previous child's words and taunted the small group of children in the center.

"Ugly! Ugly!..."

they shouted, forming a circle around the center and cursing.

The child curled up in a ball, that is, Yu Yiyi in the previous life, ignored them. She still buried her head in her legs and protected her head with her arms.

Those children who scolded ugly monsters and monsters felt bored and dissatisfied. I don’t know who was the first to hit a stone. Then, a series of small stones hit the arms and head of the curled up child...

But Yiyi, who was surrounded and bullied, did not raise her head or resist. She just kept saying over and over again: "I am not a monster... nor an ugly person..."

The voice was soft, as if he was just speaking to himself.

She did not resist fearlessly because she already knew that in the end, she would be scolded, punished, and deprived of dinner. In the end, she would have to trouble the dean's mother to leave a steamed bun for her.

Yu Yiyi didn't want to trouble the dean's mother, so she never resisted again after that punishment.

I thought that would be better.

But her unique appearance is the original sin here. No normal person has light gray hair and eye color. She is like a monster here...]

*

Now, there is a person, that person is sure that Yu Yuyi is a special existence, not a monster.

Yu Yuyi raised the corners of her lips and no longer cared about the inhuman hand. Instead, she threw herself into her father's arms and rubbed the man's stubble that he had not had time to take care of because he was out.

"Believe!"

Yiyi believed in her father.

Yiyi: Although nothing is worthy of belief, that is my father~