coobybook Chapter 174
Chapter 174
Lingxi was asked by this question, and she looked at the Imperial God Courtyard a little confused, and the eyes of the Imperial God Courtyard were gentle as when he usually looked at Tianteng.
At such a gaze, Lingxi felt stunned.
"Don't get tangled, just tell the truth."
This is what you asked me to say, and with the words of the Imperial God Academy, Lingxi did not hesitate too much.
She nodded, "I hate you countless times, but..."
"No matter how much I hate you, in the end, I will still think that you raised me, and I have no other relatives except you."
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For this reason, I forgive you again and again in my heart."
Ben felt guilty, and hearing Lingxi's words, the heart of the Imperial God Academy was even more uncomfortable.
He doesn't know if it's because he's older, the older he gets, the more inclusive he is, and even reflects on some of the things he has done in the past.
The same fate, he never had pity for Nichiren Ziluo and Muzumi when he was young, but he had regrets for Reihi when he was old.
"I want to hand over the next patriarch of the other side of the Hua clan to Tianteng." He said this suddenly.
Hearing this, Lingxi did not react, in her opinion, this was both unexpected and reasonable.
The excellent Tianteng is unparalleled in the entire family, and it is not comparable to the vertical water at all.
"Ah, Brother Tianteng is very suitable, it's just..." "
Well," Mijinin smiled bitterly, "After all, his surname is not Bangan Hana, but Yachicao ah." "
Eight thousand grass is a family absorbed by the other side flower family after moving to the flower sea, belonging to the other side flower family also retains the original surname, although their family is not too small, compared with the other side flower family, it can only be called a small family.
It is not a simple matter to let a foreigner be the patriarch.
"The reason why I did this is for you."
As soon as these words came out, Lingxi was stunned, her amber eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, "For me? The
Imperial God Temple nodded and said slowly: "This person has no prestige because of his ability, if he wants to sit in the position of patriarch, he must hold the hole card in his hand, and today when it is difficult to find the Vortex Clan, he will definitely use all means to make him your husband himself." The
pupils contracted sharply, and what the Imperial Shrine said was enough to shock Lingxi's pure mind.
"There is only one way for him to establish his prestige by controlling the host of the Desolate Skeleton."
Because of his limited ability, he can't do anything great to establish his prestige, and he can achieve the purpose of controlling the Desolate Skeleton in disguise by becoming the husband of the host of the Desolate Skull, which is the only way that a person like Weeping Water can come up with.
"...," Lingxi lowered his head silently with a frown.
I heard the Imperial Shrine say, "And I, I don't want you to fall into such a situation." "
Hanging water, he is not a good match.
"This is probably the last thing I can do for you, although I don't know what kind of man you will end up with, but weeping water, because I know too well, I don't want you to be involved with him."
If it weren't for Kakashi, Reihi wouldn't be involved with anyone.
"Tianteng," Yujinyuan looked at Lingxi's hanging half face, hesitated for a few seconds and continued, "I can see that although Tianteng doesn't say anything, he likes you very much, and I've never seen anyone so nervous about him except you."
"If you can be with Tianteng, he will definitely not let you be wronged, but if you..."
"I just treat him as an older brother and a companion."
Lingxi said this, and the Imperial God Academy had nothing to say, which was a very obvious refusal.
He smiled weakly and his gaze was withdrawn from Lingxi's face, and he looked at the roof and let out a long sigh.
"As you like, after all, it is your life, it's just, it's just that the desolate skeleton must be passed on, this is the bargaining chip of our other side flower clan to face off with Konoha."
If the desolate skeleton wants to inherit, then she must give birth to a child, Lingxi has experienced too much pain in this life, she doesn't want her child to end up with the same fate as herself, not to mention...
She suddenly laughed, not loudly, but it seemed a little terrifying in this empty silent room.
"Lord Mijin, there will be no more inheritance of desolate skeletons."
Mijin-in stared at her as if he didn't understand, her smile spread from the corners of her mouth in a circle, and after many years, he saw a smile on Lingxi's face again.
"What do you mean by that?"
Lingxi got closer and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly: "Do you remember the technique of blessing and misfortune, a ninjutsu that every Desolate Skeleton Host has. When
Lingxi said this, the Imperial God Academy instantly understood.
He was taken aback, looked at the child in disbelief, his voice hoarse from coughing was like an old bellows, and the sudden rise and fall of emotions made it impossible for him to say a complete sentence.
"You, Lingxi, you... How can you..."
Lingxi kept laughing, not considering at all whether he could afford the news.
"I'm different from my mother, I've never been willing to be a container, I don't have their kind of mind to sacrifice my little ego for righteousness, I can't control it through my own power, so I use this technique to contain it, and it will die with me."
The guilt and distress for Lingxi were swept away because of hearing the news, and the Imperial Shrine looked at Lingxi as if she were looking at a neurosis, and Lingxi also looked at him, with a smile at the corner of her mouth and an indifferent look in her eyes.
The blood that surged up due to the violent ups and downs of emotions filled the brain, and for a moment, the Gojinin felt black in front of his eyes, followed by a suffocating feeling on his face.
Chest pain, shortness of breath, suffocation feeling stronger than wave.
He clasped his hands around his neck, his mouth grew and he wanted to breathe, but the air gradually thinned.
Lingxi looked at him with a frown, and shouted at the guards outside, "Lord Imperial God is not doing well, hurry up and call the doctor." She
told the truth that he couldn't stand it was his own business.
No matter how many times he hated him in the past, Lingxi did not think of taking advantage of his illness to kill him.
Facing an old man who had difficulty even turning over, she no longer wanted to mention hatred.
To be honest, when he saw that the Imperial God Temple was surprised and desperate because he knew that he had used blessing and misfortune, Lingxi was very happy for a moment.
But after the joy, as every time in the past, she chose to forgive him.
Unlike what Lingxi thought, the Imperial Shrine did not tell the others about her use of the Blessing and Misfortune on the Desolate Skeleton, and she waited at home for a few days, and half of the figures who came to ask about the crime did not see it.
Three days later, she finally waited for someone, and it was not the elders who came, only Tianteng who was wearing mourning clothes and looked sluggish.
Seeing his dress, Lingxi understood something, she silently looked at the ground, and for a while she didn't know what to say, and her mood was very complicated.
She originally thought that her heart would have no waves for the death of the Imperial Shrine, but after this day really came, she felt sour in her heart, which was a very strange feeling.
"Grandpa left last night, and he didn't walk well..." His
slender and powerful arms suddenly stretched out to encircle her, and in the next second, Tianteng's forehead rested on her shoulder.
Lingxi subconsciously shrunk her shoulders and wanted to push the person away, but she heard the person in her ear begging her with a thick nasal voice.
"Lingxi, I won't bite you again, nor will I do rude things, my head hurts, you let me lean on."
The hand that was raised in mid-air to push the person away was so stiff there, and after a while, her arms were down, and the spirit rhinoceros stood there straight up like a stick, letting the sky fall on her shoulders.
Cold tears silently soaked her clothes, and Lingxi realized what it was.
She didn't know how to comfort him, and after a moment of mental struggle, she slowly raised her hand and gently patted Tianteng on the back.
"Brother Tianteng, mourning is smooth."
Yes, compared with Tianteng, a grandson who has been favored since childhood, she, a clan whose blood has been diluted several layers, does not have too much pain.
Tianteng mourns, she changes.