So I went to Douluo

Jin Chen carefully handed the boy who was almost out of breath in his arms to Tang Chen.

"Don't be so careful. Even though my body is almost dead, and even though my stiff arms and legs will fall off if I'm not careful...it's not like I can't recover!"

Seeing the two elders treating each other like fragile glass, Tang Liu couldn't help but sneered.

But although he was speaking, his lips were tightly closed, and it seemed that he no longer relied on his vocal cords to produce sounds.

Neither Jin Chen nor Tang Chen spoke, but carefully worked together to slowly put the boy into the long wooden box in front of them.

The wooden box was very rough, but there were eight characters engraved on one side: Chanter of the Kingdom of God, Angel Douluo.

It wasn't until the boy's entire body entered the blue light in the wooden box that Tang Chen and Jin Chen relaxed slightly.

Tang Chen couldn't help but scolded: "You stinky boy..." But in the middle of the scolding, he didn't know how to scold him, so he could only let out a long sigh and asked, "Don't fool Great-grandfather, are you really Can it be recovered?"

Tang Liu couldn't even move his eyes now, and could only maintain a state of unceasing gaze. Then a voice came from his body: "Don't worry, great-grandfather, when did I lie to you? How long can I lie down in the coffin board?" Years, then you and your great-grandmother can leave the killing city. You have been in love here for thousands of years, so it doesn’t matter if you stay for a few more years, right? "

Tang Chen glared at him, but he didn't know if Tang Liu could see it in this situation: "Fuck you, kid." Then he was silent for a moment and said, "Good great-grandson, tell me, are you doing it to maintain so many of us?" How could you become like this so quickly now? After all, you don’t have that many coffins left for us. You are injured yourself, and you have to share your strength with us..."

"Ah? Well... my great-grandson doesn't know." Tang Liu didn't know how to answer for a while, so he had to pretend.

Then Tang Chen was so angry that he almost jumped on the spot.

It must be Tang Hao, that unsatisfactory boy who taught his good great-grandson a bad lesson, that must be the case!

Tang Chen walked away with a dark face, either because he was angry or because he didn't want to see Tang Liu's current state of pain between life and death again.

But before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Jin Chen: "Old Jin, I'll leave this kid to you."

After Tang Chen left, Jin Chen asked, "Is this okay?"

"Although I am also curious as to why the Killing City was not buried under the kiss of the snow-colored swan, now that it has disappeared from God's knowledge, it has become the best hiding place for me now. And there is this coffin. With the power, I can always maintain the Haolan Domain outside and further hide myself." Tang Liu's voice sounded.

After a long time, Jin Chen sighed and said: "One person has ensured the safety of so many people... for ten thousand years. Do you feel tired, Xiao Liu?"

Without their restraints...the boy now lying in the coffin could have been active outside for much longer.

Even the wounds have long since healed.

He obviously just needs to wait quietly for the third soul core to appear, and then reach a state that is unimaginable for all living beings in this universe.

In the end, he just smiled: "That's not what I want, and I'm afraid 'those guys' don't want this to be the final result. Hiding half of the Douluo Star into the realm, although it is a bit difficult, will make everything in the Star Luo Continent disappear after all. They are under the nose of the God Realm, right? Without the intervention of the God Realm, they can now develop into a trump card in my hand."

and......

There are family members and friends on that continent, and there are family members in this killing city.

So letting them live from ten thousand years ago to now, no matter how much power they consume, he still feels it is worth it.

Looking at the silent Jin Chen, he laughed again and said, "Okay, Uncle Jin. Help me put the lid on."

Jin Chen sighed secretly and closed the lid of the wooden box.

In this way, the young man's face completely disappeared into the darkness.

He had an inexplicable feeling of sadness, as if a man with white hair was giving a man with black hair a gift, but the next second, he saw a somewhat transparent and illusive blue shadow drilled out of the coffin board.

Judging from the appearance, isn't it the same young man who has been watching for thousands of years?

Jin Chen: "???"

The illusory blue figure pulled out its legs from the coffin board with a "ber" sound, then floated next to it, smiling at Jin Chen: "Are you surprised, are you surprised?"

Jin Chen was extremely surprised: "You...your soul left the body?" Then he became nervous, "Did you fail?"

The young man waved his hand: "No, no, this is just a fugue technique that separates part of the soul. My soul is actually still in the body, but with this fugue technique, I can still move freely in the outside world."

"You kid..." Jin Chen let out a long sigh of relief, "I thought you were completely dead."

"At our level, as long as the soul is immortal, it cannot be called death." Tang Liu smiled, then touched the wooden box next to him, "It's a pity, I don't remember where I put my mouth, otherwise It could be more consistent."

"When did you make Qian Renxue's words?" Jin Chen asked.

Tang Liu looked at him, pursed his lips and smiled: "Ten thousand years ago, I had already prepared the escape route for the six hearts that would appear, including her nature. But when sincerity awakens, there is no need for this. Box. And..."

He suddenly glanced at Jin Chen with deep meaning, "I think you actually know this, Uncle Jin. You're not surprised that I still have the seventh bite in my hand."

He paused and continued: "Although it's not obvious, I noticed very early on that a small part of my memory is missing. I don't remember how I finally placed my box... I only vaguely remember who I gave it to.

"I have been observing you, Funi, and many others for a long time to make sure that you all know this. I tried to 'see' from you, but my subconscious was stopping me. This made me realize that I was likely to be Hypnotic.”

He smiled: "I was hypnotized by myself. Maybe after explaining some things to you, I gave myself psychological hints. I am particularly curious about what kind of things would make me give myself What about hypnosis?”

Jin Chen asked: "Did you use the Hao Lan spell to read it?"

"No." Tang Liu rubbed his chin, "If there is something so important that I need to revise my own understanding... then I'd better not explore it now."

Jin Chen sighed and smiled helplessly: "I can only tell you... I strongly disagree."

I don't agree that you must end up in this fate of immortality.

I don't agree with your arrangements for yourself.

Even if it was just a show with him, he was going a little too far.

When thinking about this, his expression looked a little cold.

Tang Liu quickly said, "Uncle Jin, please stop talking. Besides, I might guess it."

Jin Chen: "..."

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