From Douluo Dalu to Queen

Chapter 329 Meeting of Time Travelers (1)

The past flashed through Bibi Dong's mind like a revolving lantern. At this moment, she looked at Leng Zhiying's stubborn eyes and could only sigh, "Okay, I won't ask any more questions. I know you have your own secrets and it's not convenient for you to tell me all of them, but I just hope that you can take good care of yourself and don't always put yourself in such a dangerous situation. Every time you disappear, I feel uneasy, afraid that I will never see you again."

"Don't worry, sister, I won't do it again~" Leng Zhiying nodded solemnly, and then seemed to think of something, and said subconsciously: "By the way, sister, I will go to the Slaughter City in a while."

Bibi Dong:
What happened to not putting people in danger?
"What are you going to do?" Bibi Dong's face turned gloomy. She looked Leng Zhiying up and down, as if considering whether to ask a few people to lock her up and make her behave herself.

Realizing the change in Bibi Dong's expression, Leng Zhiying quickly said, "Ah, nothing happened. It's just that the battle with Tang Hao made me nervous. I think I need to go and gain some experience. With my special abilities, I should be able to get along well there."

Resentment does not belong to soul power and is naturally unrestricted in the City of Slaughter. Even if her strength is sealed, she can still get along well with the special characteristics of the black shadow man.

Although that is Tang Chen's place, Tang Chen is not sober yet. He is only willing to build a place where strength is respected. As for what kind of strength it is, people don't care.

Bibi Dong thought about it and it seemed to be true. In the City of Slaughter, everyone was an ordinary person. With her uniqueness in such a place full of ordinary people, she would definitely kill everyone.

By then, Guimei will also go to the City of Slaughter. This is her loyal minister, and it is better for him to have someone to take care of him than to die there.

"Okay, then I won't stop you. Anyway, if you die, I won't set up a memorial tablet for you."

“Hehe, I knew that sister is the best.” Leng Zhiying was overjoyed and quickly went up to hug her.

Bibi Dong did not refuse, and took this opportunity to apply medicine to the wound on her back. "By the way, there is one more thing. I think the eldest daughter of the Leng family will go to pay tribute to her parents tomorrow. I want you to go with her and pay tribute in my name."

"Well, even if my sister didn't tell me, I would have gone to take a look." Compared to a nobody like me, Leng Xiyao's commotion was much louder. Coupled with those special products, it was basically possible to tell at a glance that she was a time traveler.

Leng Zhiying has always been worried that Leng Xiyao would affect the plot and her plans, so she always wanted to find an opportunity to talk privately. This time is undoubtedly the best time.

Although it seems now that Leng Xiyao belongs to the protagonist team, there are always exceptions. What if she is not?
If Leng Xiyao wanted to protect Tang San to the end, she really didn't have the confidence to defeat the other party. She could only think of a way out and make sure Bibi Dong didn't die.
"Okay, you're so badly injured, go get some rest."

"Okay, sister."

The next day, at the Leng family.

"Xiyao, what's wrong with you?" Leng Mingyue looked at Leng Xiyao who was limping and was very confused.

"Hehe, it's okay, I just feel a little exhausted. I'll be fine after a while." Leng Xiyao waved her hand, then glanced at Nishizumi Miho beside her.

Nishizumi Miho lowered her head in embarrassment, looking very embarrassed.

The cost of summoning a legendary hero was far beyond Leng Xiyao's imagination. The system didn't say anything, but this series of operations directly drained all her spiritual energy and soul power.

Fortunately, Qin Menglan gave her some replenishment and she slept again, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get out of bed.

"Sister Mingyue, is the cemetery ready?"

"It's ready. All the outsiders have been driven away. You can go, sister."

Leng Xiyao really didn't want to see anyone else from the Leng family, nor did she want to be disturbed. When the group arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, they saw the third elder Leng Hongfeng and a group of old men waiting at the door.

"Xiyao, you're here?"

"Who are these people?" Leng Xiyao looked at the group of old men around her who didn't even dare to raise their heads, and her expression suddenly turned unfriendly.

"They are all elders of the Leng family, and they are all here."

Before Leng Hongfeng could finish, Leng Xiyao waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, let them go away first, and deal with them when you have time. Stop pretending here."

Leng Xiyao was still very sad when she thought of her original parents. She was not in a good mood at the moment, and she felt weak all over. She was really annoyed when she saw these strangers.

After hearing Leng Xiyao's words, these people dared not hesitate and quickly dispersed.

After driving away these miscellaneous people, Leng Xiyao took Qin Menglan's hand, and the two walked into the cemetery together.

The tombstone of Leng Xiyao's parents is located in a very remote location in the entire cemetery. Although he is the eldest son, his strength is only that of a Soul Saint after all. A Soul Saint can only be regarded as the level of a family guard in the long years of the Leng family.

No one cares about your talent, no one cares how old you were when you died, or what your background was before death. Here, the cemetery is divided only according to the strength before death, and even the clan leader cannot interfere.

After searching for a long time in the cemetery, the two finally found the tombstone of Leng's father and mother, but at this time, a beautiful figure was standing in front of the tombstone.

The person who came was Leng Zhiying. She was wearing a black and white dress and holding a bunch of white lilies in her hand. She was staring at the tombstone on the ground in a daze.

Seeing Leng Xiyao coming, Leng Zhiying came back to his senses.
"Sister Xiyao, I am here to express the highest respect to the loyal ministers of the Leng family on behalf of His Majesty."

Even without Leng Xiyao's factor, Leng Zhiying has a very high degree of favorability towards loyal ministers like his father and mother. Therefore, coming to pay homage is not just a show, but a very sincere act.

"Well, thank you, Sister Ying, remember to say hello to His Holiness the Pope for me." Leng Xiyao shook hands with her, and then said, "Please don't leave yet, wait for me, okay? I still have something to talk to you about."

Leng Zhiying nodded: "That's exactly what I meant."

Leng Zhiying did not have the tact to disturb Leng Xiyao here, and went straight to wait for her outside the cemetery.

Leng Xiyao walked to her parents' tombstone, knelt down, and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar names on it, tears streaming down her face.

"Father, mother, although I have never met you, I know that you are both very good people. If you are still alive in heaven, would you be happy to see me like this now?"

"I am not your daughter. Your daughter has been killed a long time ago. If you saw that scene, you would be heartbroken, right?"

"I have always thought that since I have come to this world and to your daughter, I am your daughter and should avenge the injustice you have suffered. I once thought that revenge was impossible. It is impossible to fight against a thousand-year-old family and the extremely powerful Spirit Hall with one's own strength."

“But I succeeded!”

(End of this chapter)