Douluo: Thousand Miles of Practice

What can I do? ! Even if I can kill Soul Sect with the soul power of level 29 with the support system, I am still a waste!

Can I still ask the two titles to kill Dugu Bo and get the fairy grass?

Who will give tulips to a waste Zong Qiluo? Isn't it my father?

It's so funny! Yu Xiaogang can still flirt with Bibi Dong, but I can only stay in Qibao City!

Protect my safety? Isn't it because of my business ability!

I really want to say "Don't bully the poor young people", but is it useful? Endless surveillance, what can I do!

Write a diary and be furious?

My father? Bah! "

"Master, this is the income for this month."

"Get out! Who let you in!"

Facing the eldest son of the leader of the Qibao Liuli Sect, the reporter of the Soul Saint wiped the tea on his head, bowed, and turned away!

Because he knew that with his ability, he could take the tea, but he would definitely be used as a punching bag by this useless young master, who would either beat him or scold him.

Because of their status, the servants did not dare to fight back, otherwise they would die somewhere.

Rather than giving him a reason to get angry, it is better to take this blow, and it is better to have less trouble than more.

"Zhuo!" Qianshui, oh, it should be called Ningshui at this time, smashed the solid wood desk with one palm, and the newly written diary was scattered among the debris.

The heavy rain outside the window seemed to be as restless as his mood. He leaned weakly on the solid wood chair that looked extremely exquisitely carved. Obviously, this was the same set of furniture as the solid wood desk he smashed. Anyone who saw it would feel extraordinary and precious.

But this gorgeous decoration could not make its owner happy. Instead, he touched his forehead with one hand and covered his eyes, trying to let this short darkness temporarily blind himself.

This kind of impotent rage has happened many times. It is said that it is to vent emotions, and in fact it is indeed to vent emotions.

Of course, it is also to hide his incompetence. There is no way. He is the eldest son of a big family and he is still a waste.

A real waste must look like a real waste, otherwise, those clansmen who are eyeing him will not let you go so easily.

"Soul Sect-level palm power, the body is very solid."

"Who!"

The sudden voice of a little girl sounded in the study, and Ning Shui's scalp burst.

You must know that this is the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, with a permanent Super Douluo, and there are at least several Soul Saints watching him around him.

He has no sister, and he doesn't know who Ning Rongrong will be in the future.

Clang, Ning Shui pulled out a soft sword from the cabinet behind him, and slashed at the source of the sound without hesitation, and then turned and fled.

"Innate Soul Power 0.5 level? Xiaoshui, you really can think..."

The little girl in front of Ning Shui supported her chin with her left hand, raised Qianshui's diary with her right hand, and read it.

At this time, Ning Shui kept swinging his sword and slashing, completely unable to move.

The girl in front of him had blonde hair, purple eyes, bright eyes and white teeth, was petite and cute, and spoke in a baby voice, but Ning Shui did not dare to be careless.

Although in his impression, there was no such a petite strong man in Douluo Continent, whether in the previous life or this life.

But this is a fantasy world, nothing is impossible.

However, since she called herself Xiaoshui, Ning Shui generally knew that this girl had no ill intentions.

"May I ask your name, senior."

Since this person in front of him is very strong, no one noticed him entering the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, and even the guards outside the house have not reacted yet, it can only mean that this person is at least stronger than the two Douluo worshippers of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

However, the senior didn't seem to think so. She raised her eyebrows and said in a childish voice, a little awkwardly: "Not a senior, according to this time, it should be a junior, you should be very familiar, my name is Qian Renxue."

"Hiss..."

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Ning Shui opened his arms in the rainstorm and let the raindrops pour down on his body, but his raised mouth corners could not hide his mood.

"He is depressed?" A certain young demon flew in the dark night, like a dark butterfly fluttering in the rain, and the words he spoke destroyed this beauty.

"It's a rebirth!" Ning Shui, who was originally a handsome man, naturally heard this, "Do you know what it feels like to be trapped for eighteen years?"

His expression became ferocious, pointing to the still gorgeous sect in the rainstorm, "This Qibao City! It's basically a prison!"

There is no doubt that Qian Renxue brought him out, just as he said, he has been trapped in Qibao City for eighteen years, and he has never stepped out of the sect since he was born.

To put it more seriously, since his martial soul awakened, he rarely even stepped out of his yard.

You know, he is a soul of Blue Star. Although he is a otaku and likes to stay at home, I stay at home because I want to. No one likes to be imprisoned.

This can be regarded as the moment when Ning Shui regains his freedom.

"Freedown! This is the rainstorm of freedom! It is my salvation! From today on, I will no longer be called Ning Shui! I am Qian Shui!"

However, the veins on the forehead of the dark Qian Renxue who was holding several jade boxes were all bursting, "Can I beat him? Does he think he is acting in a movie?"

Qian Renxue smiled and shook her little head gently, "Let's go, Xiaoshui."

Looking at this little loli who should not appear at this time point, Qianshui's smile never stopped. He knew that his plug-in had arrived!

"Where are we going?"

The little angel, who was not touched by any rain, said seriously: "Do you know where Bibi Dong is?"

Since it is the timeline of 2618 in the Douluo Calendar, before Qian Renxue was born, there were things to do, such as her biological mother.

It’s not the real world anyway, so there’s no need to consider the time paradox, so isn’t it just what you want?

"Don't tell me, I really know..." When Blue Star travels through the Douluo Continent, what he pays most attention to is of course the movements of the main characters, such as Bibi Dong.

"The most important thing in business is information. Even if I don't go out, there will be a steady stream of information being delivered, such as the itineraries of all the main members of the sects on the mainland.

Bibi Dong...your mother is in Yelin City now. "

"Well, let's go to Yelin City."

"Indeed, she is in a relationship with Yu Xiaogang! Damn it! If I hadn't been imprisoned in Qibao City, I wouldn't be able to compare to that guy!"

"Hey, he wants to be your father? You have no idea?" Qian Shui's words were funny to a certain inner demon, and he smiled like a fox, and the original urge to beat him disappeared.

"No."

What can the little angel do? Can she still keep Qian Shui on a leash and not have random thoughts? You know Blue Star, who hasn’t fantasized about mother and daughter?

"Walk!"

A certain inner demon's little mouth opened into an O shape. Although she couldn't read anything when reading her mind, even she could tell that her original body was telling the truth.

After all, if you are flying with people, how can you grab your belt?

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Yelin City has civilized the mainland with lantern festivals and has always been an excellent place for couples to enjoy.

There were lights and colorful decorations outside the hotel, and it was very lively, but the little angel pursed his lips and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Not only was Bibi Dong present in this transformed, extremely real place, but Qian Shui had never taken her shopping or dating to relax; secondly, why did Qian Shui play so well with his inner demon?

"Are you showing "The Shawshank Redemption"?"

"you know?"

"Tch! I've watched at least 300 movies!"

"You really traveled through time? Not just going backwards in time?!"

"Of course! I don't want to stay in Douluo Continent at all now. There is no air conditioning, no happy water, and the food is so terrible!"

"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, a fellow countryman! A close friend!"

The black thread on the little angel's forehead almost stretched out of the three rooms and one living room. It seemed that because she acted too majestic and imposing, this Qian Shui was completely unwilling to talk to her and almost regarded her as an elder.

Instead, it was a certain foolish inner demon that completely ignited the traveler's desire to complain.

She had no choice but to take the initiative, "Ahem!"

As expected, Qian Shui sat upright.

"Are you dissatisfied with your talent?"

With this first experience, Qian Renxue can roughly understand what this inner demon calamity is.

As always, ask me what I mean.

However, she also had some guesses. Qian Shui had always said he didn't care about his origin, but many actions showed that he did.

For example, in that assassination, only Ning Fengzhi of the Qibao Glazed Sect was spared. As a result, no one was left alive among the others.

Then there is the communication with the rabbit that has been transformed for 100,000 years, under the pseudonym Ning Huohuo. You must know that the rabbit still calls him Huohuo.

The last thing is his attitude towards Ning Rongrong. Although Qian Renxue himself likes this girl very much, Qian Shui is really unusual for her and his expectations are extremely high.

So this time he directly became Ning Fengzhi's eldest son. He knew there was something wrong here without even thinking about it, not to mention that he almost replicated the same talent as Yu Xiaogang.

Blue Star Travelers have always struggled with the question of whether to waste or not, and Qian Shui is certainly no exception.

Everything has a beginning and an end. Qian Renxue understands him. His Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Spirit may never be revealed, because it is very likely that it is the bloodline left by anyone who is a disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

But I must have thought about this problem countless times in my mind, so in the inner demon tribulation, he could no longer deceive himself.

The little angel's question seemed to hit the nail on the head. Qian Shui, who had been carried away with his belt held up, was still excited to death, but as soon as the question was asked, he immediately fell silent.

"I don't want you to be born with an innate soul power of level 20. In such a feudal era, having an innate soul power of level 0.5 means that you have experienced the hardships of the world...

To be honest, I'm afraid there's something wrong with my mental state. Logically speaking, I won't lose my temper with irrelevant people, but I don't know when I started to have such distorted emotions that I couldn't stop... "

Qian Shui seemed to be talking, but his eyes were also red, "Ha... I'm not afraid of your jokes. I am a real waste as a time traveler, even worse than Yu Xiaogang!"

Obviously, the character of Qian Shui in front of him was not up to par. He was burdened by his talent and was wearing heavy shackles.

"Two choices, waste your level 29 soul power." The little angel winked at his inner demon, who obediently handed over a jade box, "Second, Qiluo Tulip, you should understand what this means. What are you wearing?”

Unsurprisingly, Qian Shui looked very funny as he stared at the jade box in front of him and hesitated.

"Both of these choices have costs, right? There is no such thing as a good thing without a reason!"

This time, the little angel did not reveal his identity right away, as haste makes waste, as she had learned from last time.

Without the recognition of his wife's identity, Qian Shui was naturally wary, which was also what she wanted.