Chapter 1350: The Story of the Qilin Douluo (Mid)

n damage. Every moment counts, as their chances of survival decrease with each passing hour. 。“I don’t have a communicator, so I can’t contact nearby cities. I don’t even know where we are now.” 。"Th...But he never gave up, still struggling, he believed that as long as he could persevere and strive for his dream and her, one day he would succeed.

"...Until that day.”

At this point, he suddenly stopped, and even though his usually stalwart frame had stood tall even when facing fatal wounds, it trembled slightly at this moment.

The scene changed. A pretty young girl, who looked about eighteen or nineteen, stood with a tall and handsome young man by her side. In front of them was an elderly woman. 。They didn't know what they were talking about, and the same little boy who had grown up was watching them from a corner where they couldn't see him. 。At that time, the little boy's mother had always known how much her son loved the little girl and was particularly willing for them to be together. She had even advised her son that they were not a good match, but the little boy never listened. 。That day, the little boy's mother couldn't find the little boy. She met a little girl on the way. 。She just told the little girl that if she didn't have any feelings for the boy, to tell him directly and refuse him, but please don't hurt his feelings. 。As a mother, this is her greatest wish, she just hopes that her son can grow up healthy and happy. 。"

But perhaps the little girl at that time, because she had just gotten a sweetheart, wanted to show her boyfriend that she had nothing to do with the boy. So she told the boy's mother that she had always treated him like a follower, a dog, and that it was the boy himself who was overconfident and stuck to her like glue. She wished the boy would stay away from her. After saying this, she and her boyfriend swaggered away. " 。 。The scene shifted and changed with his narration, drawing the emotions of everyone present along with it. 。It doesn't sound like a story of an extreme Douluo at all. The whole story is simple and straightforward, yet full of melancholy. 。The little boy ran frantically. It rained later that day, heavily, so much that you couldn't even see the road. 。But he just ran madly, running and running! He didn't even know where he had run to. 。He never knew that in the little girl's eyes, he was truly just treated like a dog. 。The thing he cherished most in his heart seemed to have shattered, breaking his youthful spirit as well. 。He was young, his heart full of impulsiveness. He felt like a failure, a disgrace to his family. 。In this world, he had no hope of living anymore. 。He bought poison and, in a moment of impulse, drank it down. 。By this point, the Azure Dragon Overlord was weeping openly. 。Even after so many years have passed, when he thinks back on what happened then, his heart is still filled with immense pain. 。Tang Wulin stood not far away, gazing at him and listening to his account. Tang Wulin felt a deep sense of empathy. 。In terms of emotional experience, he wasn't as tumultuous as this Qilin Douluo. However, back then, he also awakened to a useless martial soul, and even his spirit was a defective product. 。Of course, he understood that someone without natural talent needed to put in an enormous amount of effort to grow into a strong person. 。And it seems that Tongyu has put in more than he's getting out of it. 。The little boy didn't die, but he turned into a monster, scales grew all over his body. He wasn't attractive to begin with, and now everyone who saw him felt sick. 。Even his family fainted from seeing his appearance. 。At that time, his mindset had begun to change, becoming cynical and world-weary. That day, he saw the little girl for one last time. 。The scene changed, and when the little girl saw the boy, her facial expression was obviously terrified. She was clearly frightened by his scaled appearance. 。The little boy asked her, "Have you ever liked me at all Even a tiny bit" 。Although the little girl was a bit afraid of his appearance, she quickly thought that her strength surpassed his and wasn't afraid of anything. 。So, she proudly told him that she had never liked him and asked him to never bother her again. Seeing his face only made her feel disgusted. 。The little boy was heartbroken. 。At that moment, he had truly given up. 。Someone who has died once, after experiencing so much pain, their mindset undergoes a metamorphosis. 。He bid her a sorrowful farewell, and to his youth as well. 。But deep down, he harbored a burning desire, a belief that one day he would return, standing before her once again. He would prove to her that he could become powerful, that her choice that day had been wrong. 。With this mindset, the little boy set off on his educational journey. He didn't say goodbye to his family; he simply left alone and silently. 。He just hopes that when he returns after proving himself, everyone will be amazed. 。He left resolutely, vowing not to return until he was no longer recognized. 。It was then that he discovered his martial soul was undergoing subtle changes, which later evolved into a martial soul mutation. 。Finally, he arrived at his long-awaited destination. He had made countless efforts to be able to get into the Monster Academy. 。Finally, he was noticed by a teacher and accepted into the academy. 。From that moment on, his destiny seemed to change. 。The evolved martial soul, the cultivation speed can be described as fast as lightning. 。Before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't improve anything. Now it all comes naturally. 。It is progressing at a visible pace almost every day, constantly improving. 。He was particularly happy, believing that when he became strong enough and returned to the little girl's side, he would surely see regret in her expression. 。So, even though his talent was already good at the time, he was still extremely diligent, seeking knowledge from everyone around him, learning the strengths of each person, and constantly honing himself to become stronger. 。His cultivation was increasing day by day. In ten years, he had gradually grown from an ordinary soul master with only three rings to a strength almost at the level of a titled Douluo. 。And his Martial Soul itself underwent transformation after transformation, evolving into a divine beast. 。That time, he chose to retreat in seclusion. He had made up his mind; after the seclusion ended, he would go back and find that little girl. 。Stand before her and tell her that you have already become strong, and in the future, you will definitely be the one standing at the peak of this world. 。The little boy back then no longer held high expectations. What he yearned for most was to regain his dignity. 。Perhaps because his efforts were favored by heaven, that retreat allowed him to enter a state of deep meditation. 。And it was a prolonged deep meditation, like a long sleep. When he woke from his slumber, he was astonished to discover that he had not only been elevated to the Title Douluo level but also possessed an extremely vast accumulation. 。When he acquired his ninth soul skill, his cultivation base surged instantly, shockingly reaching the level of a Super Douluo. 。From titled Douluo to Super Douluo, it was almost instantaneous. 。At that time, he was already the strongest among the younger generation of Monster Academy. 。None of them. 。At this moment, the Qilin Douluo’s eyes were filled with pride. This pride belonged to him; it was the achievement he had finally attained after countless efforts. 。He is proud of himself. 。He rushed to say goodbye to his teacher and decided to go home. 。

Find that little girl, and also go back to see your own family.

Although his appearance was still hideous, at that time he had been appointed as a teacher at the Monster Academy, holding a high social status. 。Having an income that you never have to worry about money. 。" 420/16104529 。oke. 。Just then, the Devouring Old Demon appeared like a savior. The Devouring Old Demon told him that as long as he listened to him, he could ensure his companions wouldn't be tortured by the poisono...