Qian Shui knew very well what Ning Fengzhi was thinking. He just wanted to tell himself: including the people wearing revealing clothes in this big spirit fighting arena, they have been completely enslaved. They have long accepted it all from the bottom of their hearts, and they are even happy with it.
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And even if they know that something like this is wrong, they can't change anything. Some things may not be able to be solved even if they know the source. Interests are so intertwined that no matter how powerful you are, it won't help.

In this world, only Qian Shui knows that there has been a group of people who have actually done it. The only difference is whether you want to do it or are willing to do it, and do the most difficult thing.

Regarding Qian Shui's words, Ning Fengzhi could not deny it, but the old fox heard another meaning: "Is this the reason why Wuhun Palace chose Qinghe? This is not like the character of His Majesty the Pope."

The crows in the world are as black as black, and Bibi Dong is not much better than Ning Fengzhi, but only the prince Xue Qinghe is swaying in the intricate lines of interests.

"This is not Wuhundian's intention, let alone hers. It is my personal will and has nothing to do with others. Sect Master Ning should know that he and I were friends, right?" Since he said it, he might as well say it.

Be more understanding.

At this moment, Qian Shui no longer felt as gentle as jade, and that ethereal temperament appeared in front of Ning Rongrong again. Qian Shui was talking to his father about something that she couldn't understand and couldn't get a word in at all.

In Sword Douluo's eyes, this young man suddenly returned to Longxing City, or to the far north. He became unfathomable. The higher the realm, the more obvious the feeling. There was even a feeling in Chen Xin's heart.

The feeling of being in an abyss.

Ning Fengzhi, who was in a different mood, smiled more and more bitterly. Not only did his original guess come true, but it was even more unexpected.

I am even more amazed that youthful spirit and inscrutability can appear in one person at the same time.

"If I had known earlier..."

"Do you regret it, Sect Leader Ning? It's just that everything has a price, and profit comes first in everything. The price of neglecting other things is always heavy, but the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect is also very happy, isn't it? Speaking more deeply, Sword Douluo's crown still has

Yes, right?"

Shaking his head, with his daughter present, Ning Fengzhi did not want to continue this heavy and complicated topic, and the auction officially began.

For Catwoman with a mutated martial soul, Ning Fengzhi was still willing to save her.

It's just that people like Ning Fengzhi are limited by their horizons, and they don't even know that their actions are actually encouraging such a trend.

She no longer cared about what was happening in front of her, she just endured it silently and sat in the black VIP seat. Qian Renxue, who was very worried about his impulsive behavior, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qian Shui's perception is very strong and he has covered Tiandou City for a long time. How could he not see the filth?

It’s just that he has to be patient. This cannot be easily reversed by one person’s absolute strength. Things will inevitably develop in a spiral. After he kills this group, another group will appear.

After experiencing the more naked madness in the Killing City, he can no longer be so impulsive. What he needs to do now is to write down everything, such as the price of the snow star on the high platform and the avalanche beside him.

Until the moment comes when the tangled roots are uprooted, otherwise everything will start over again and there will never be an end.

Because without paying a painful price, the human group will not wake up. Only when everyone feels that this is wrong will there be a chance to dissolve the spiral.

It's just that they are blindly strong and unwilling to face the cruel reality, and they destroy it instead of repairing it.

And the more he saw it, the more determined he became in his plan.

…

‘Xiaoxue, this is the cruel struggle that you and I need to bear if we want to go on!’

‘Hmm!’

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The winner of this auction was expected to be Ning Fengzhi, but Qian Shui ran away again, because next was Tang San's hidden weapon, and he was not interested at all.

Ning Fengzhi was naturally very interested, and after it was over, he couldn't wait to take a few people to a secret room. With Ning Rongrong's extremely unhappy expression, Ning Fengzhi first sent Catwoman away and then happily

Played with this hidden weapon.

"Rongrong, I give this to you for self-defense!"

Ning Rongrong's expression softened slightly when she saw that her old father had taken the photo specifically for her.

"I don't want it. My classmate made this. He has shown it many times. Brother Shui and I were just curious to follow up and take a look. Unexpectedly, he just sold this thing to make some money."

"This...Rongrong, can you recommend me to daddy?"

After hearing what her biological father said, the little witch immediately went online, "Dad, do you think I'm stupid? Don't I know what this means to our sect? But why didn't I introduce it to you earlier?<

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That’s because this guy is not a good person! He has a twisted interest in Brother Shui’s disciples. If you cooperate with him, who knows what peace of mind he will have!”

First surprised, but finally relieved, Ning Fengzhi touched the little devil's raised little head and said happily: "I see, when Rongrong grows up, he will consider the sect. His strength has also improved recently. In the future,

The sect depends on you~"

"Hmph! Come on! You go and rely on Ning Huahua to carry forward the sect!"

The little witch put her hands on her hips in an imposing manner, but everyone was dumbfounded, and soon they started laughing knowingly.

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked Mianxia Huahua about her origins, but she can't explain it herself."

Qian Renxue, who took over, came up with the words she had prepared: "I brought her back if I met her overseas. She and I are both teachers and friends."

"Oh?"

Now that he was no longer in the auction house, Qian Shui, who had taken off his mask, finally allowed Ning Fengzhi to take a closer look.

Although there was a big difference in temperament, the face that was similar to Ning Rongrong and Ning Huahua still made Ning Fengzhi frown, and there was something in his heart that seemed to have been there for a long time, as long as the moment when he first met Qian Shui nearly ten years ago.

Thoughts——Is he also a bloodline of the Qibao Glazed Sect?

But just for a moment, such thoughts were dispelled by Qian Shui's true strength, thinking that it would be great if his family really had such a person.

The day ended with Ning Fengzhi taking Ning Rongrong back to the sect. Even if Ning Fengzhi had more thoughts, he couldn't be so deliberate.

Before leaving, Ning Rongrong asked reluctantly: "Brother Shui, can I see you again?"

It was Qian Renxue's fault, otherwise the old straight man would have fled away long ago. How would he have given Ning Rongrong a chance to ask questions?

"If you want to find me, go to the Prince's Mansion. They are all here and I will not leave."

Thinking that Ning Rongrong would be trained hard by Qian Shui and it would be impossible for her to come over, so she did not hesitate to tell her.

As expected, Ning Fengzhi put away more of his thoughts, because as long as Qian Shui stood there, the situation would remain motionless, and they had no ability to reverse his will.

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Qian Renxue stood in front of the soul fighting stage, holding her son in her arms, her eyes a little distracted. She had not yet recovered from what happened the day before, and she did not enjoy the bad brother that night.

Qian Shui deliberately avoided her, even if he felt guilty because of a slight difference in thought, and he was completely obedient to Qian Shui, it didn't work.

The little angel didn’t understand, and wondered if this meant that the couple’s life was not in harmony.

"Why are you here?"

Looking back, the person who took the initiative to chat was Xiao Wu, who was wearing the uniform of Tiandou Royal Academy like the others.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Hum! If Huohuo, he will never stand if he can sit, and never sit if he can lie down, that is, you will stand up straight and be very stunned!"

Ning Huahua had no choice but to stay away from school, and Qian Shui was unwilling to be a woman for the time being, so the little angel had no choice but to do it herself. After all, in order to avoid seeing women, Qian Shui took the initiative to take up government affairs work, and now he is obsessed with government affairs.

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The second brother Bingxue, who was led astray by Qian Shui in the distance, was like this. He stood up with a sun umbrella, lay down on a rocking chair, and put on quite casual sweatshirts. One was snow white with a big "fierce" written on the chest; the other was dark green.

, with a big word "Beast" written on the chest, the two of them exposed their long snow-white legs, but crossed their legs, and put on specially selected silver-white sunglasses. From time to time, they scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and held it in their arms. They wanted to be more comfortable.

How comfortable.

Qian Renxue lost her fascination with this beautiful scene, thinking that it must be the bad brother’s fault and had nothing to do with her little angel, ‘Yes, it must be like this!’

Qian Renxue is not like Qian Shui, and she does not have the feeling of being unimaginable to the students, but she is really serious, staring at these children all the time, completing the physical training to the letter, as if the big sun is like

It’s like it doesn’t exist.

Of course, Angel Wuhun particularly likes the sun, especially Qian Renxue. Not only does she like it very much, it can also be said to be extremely comfortable in the sun.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and the originally clear sky began to become covered with dark clouds.

Qian Shui, who felt something in his heart, looked like Xue Qinghe. Without anyone noticing, he slowly walked out of the meeting hall.

At this moment, the soul pressure in Tiandou Royal Academy was astonishingly high. The two ferocious beasts stood up in shock, looking up at the sky with solemn expressions.

Everyone stopped, and the little fat man Ma Hongjun jumped in fright, "What's wrong! What's wrong?"

I saw dark clouds covering the sky high in the sky, but a strange phenomenon occurred because there was no wind.

Tang San, still in shock, immediately opened his Purple Demon Eyes and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of Qian Shuishui, who was standing silently.

‘Singer!’

"Can't you suppress it?"

"Yes. Teacher, what's wrong with me?"

"This is a calamity. Cultivators who go against heaven and rebel against nature should suffer this calamity."

"Yeah."

Listening to the conversation between master and disciple, Tang San was so shocked that he reached out his hand to call forward, but he couldn't speak, and saw the two people disappear in front of his eyes.

Countering creation? Overcoming tribulation? A method completely different from the rules of martial soul cultivation in Douluo Continent really appeared in front of him, but he still failed to seize this fleeting opportunity.

On this day, everyone didn't understand what happened, but as Qian Shuishui disappeared, the dark clouds disappeared.
Chapter completed!