Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Tu Shan Su Su, a tangled web of fate.

Chapter 52 The Widow, Ning Rongrong!

After returning to the chaotic space.

Under Su Su's impatient gaze, Tu Shan Hong Hong slowly channeled a wisp of soul power into the Book of Time.

The images flow across the pages of the book.

A disheveled young Taoist priest arrived at the foot of Mount Tu.

The moment Honghong saw the Taoist priest, her pupils contracted sharply.

His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, eventually turning into a low murmur: "Impossible."

The screen shook, and Su Su looked at Hong Hong with a puzzled yet concerned expression: "Big sister, what's wrong? You look so pale?"

"No, it's nothing!" Honghong quickly calmed herself down and responded casually.

"Okay, fine!"

Although Su Su was somewhat puzzled, she was quickly drawn to the images on the pages of the book:

"Oh, this poor little Taoist priest has to do so many chores."

"Hehe~ Jiuxuan-gege is so good to me, he never makes me do housework!"

"Hey, isn't that the older sister?"

"Those older girls look so familiar!"

"Wow, this Taoist priest is amazing! Hmm... how did he die?"

"Huh, he disappeared! That big brother vanished as soon as he was bathed in golden light."

Unlike Su Su, who is easily startled.

Tu Shan Honghong remained silent throughout, her eyes fixed on the pages of the book, unwilling to miss a single detail.

Until the pages of the book returned to blank, Honghong's thoughts also went blank.

"Big sister, why are you crying?"

Su Su asked cautiously, wanting to lean forward to comfort her and wipe away her tears.

The silly fox, who was not even as tall as her when she was sitting, tried his best to stand on tiptoe and wave his handkerchief, but he could not reach her red face no matter what he did.

"I'm fine!" Honghong said softly. She got up and walked to the bitter love tree, her eyes blurry with tears, and remained silent.

She reached out and touched the trunk of the bitter love tree, which was covered with the marks of time, her eyes filled with deep longing.

However, if he can fool Su Su, can he fool himself?

Where is the Bitter Love Tree? Where is Mount Tu?

It's all just a self-deceiving illusion!

"In my past life, I was an older sister, and in her past life, I was a tree. It seems that in his past life, Jiuxuan and I were lovers?"

Su Su muttered to herself, her eyes gleaming with excitement, as if she had discovered some incredible secret.

"That means Jiuxuan and I were lovers in our past lives! Is this fate ordained by heaven?"

She fiddled with her little fingers, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, her heart filled with sweet fantasies.

"What's the relationship between the older sister and Jiuxuan? Are they a couple?"

Thinking of this, she frowned and became somewhat unhappy again.

Meanwhile, the Shrek team returned to Soto City.

Chao Tianxiang originally planned to take Tang San to the Royal Academy of Tiandou City, but was forced to delay due to an incident.

The Little Prince is dead!

"Impossible! How could it be dead? It was perfectly fine last night!"

Ning Rongrong held the cold, stiff body of the "Little Prince," her eyes bloodshot and her face filled with disbelief.

"Who can say for sure? Everyone is born, grows old, gets sick, and dies, let alone someone like 'The Little Prince'!"

Ma Hongjun gloated, originally intending to quip a few words, but under Ning Rongrong's murderous gaze, he quickly changed his tune.

Ning Rongrong had also suspected the chubby boy, but last night they were celebrating Oscar's advancement to Soul Master.

Those girls couldn't get along with them.

They returned to the dormitory early, not until very early in the morning.

There was simply no chance to make a move.

"Rongrong, you need to take care of yourself!" Xiaowu said, unable to bear seeing Ning Rongrong's deep sorrow and despair.

She also had feelings for the Little Prince, but only as a companion, not as deep as her own.

She couldn't imagine how heartbroken Rongrong must be at that moment.

If I were to die one day, would my third brother feel this heartbroken?

She secretly glanced at Tang San, only to see that he was expressionless, making it difficult to fathom his inner thoughts.

"Rongrong, let's lay the little prince to rest in peace first!"

Zhu Zhuqing said softly, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

Of the three of them, besides Ning Rongrong, she was the closest to the little prince.

Zhu Zhuqing has a cold personality and an unhappy childhood, but she finds a glimmer of warmth in the innocence of the Little Prince.

If anyone has brought misfortune to the Little Prince, Zhu Zhuqing vows to investigate to the end.

Although Ning Rongrong was unwilling, she understood that this was the only option.

She brought the Little Prince's body to the back of the mountain, chose a quiet place, and built his tomb herself.

"Huh? Why are its eyes blue?"

At this time, "Lucky Girl" Chaotianxiang,

He stepped forward, looked into the little prince's unseeing eyes, and exclaimed in surprise.

"blue?"

Ning Rongrong looked completely bewildered.

"Hmm... these symptoms somewhat resemble Blue Dream Grass poisoning, but that stuff has an incredibly foul odor, so this little thing probably won't touch it!"

Chao Tianxiang added that because of her martial spirit, she had some knowledge of poisons.

Moreover, she is kind by nature,

Naturally, I couldn't bear to see a little life perish, so I came to bid it farewell.

"Does that mean it was poisoned?" Ning Rongrong's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"not necessarily!"

"It could also be something like an illness!"

Given her preconceived notions, how could Ning Rongrong possibly believe any other explanation?

But she couldn't find any other evidence.

We can only bury the little prince for now, and investigate further later!

Tang San and his friends had no interest in accompanying Ning Rongrong to bury the cat or dog.

But when several girls went, they became restless.

Especially the sausage vendor, who belatedly realized...

Now is the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation; how can we just sit here?

"Rongrong, don't be too sad. Our studies should be our priority right now!"

Tang San said with concern, "That wretched thing is dead. From now on, they will be teammates, so we should naturally get along well."

But when he saw the silent tombstone, he was instantly stunned.

The inscription above clearly reads: "The Tomb of the Little Prince, carved by Ning Rongrong, the widow."

Turning back to look at the three women, I noticed that they had white linen bandages tied around their arms.

"this"

"This is absolutely outrageous! Xiao Wu, you actually..."

Tang San felt a lump in his throat, pointed at the burlap in Xiao Wu's hand, and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you actually dressed a dog in mourning clothes! How can you restore the dignity of the Zhu family? You have disappointed me greatly, Your Majesty!"

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, furious, and almost exposed his identity.

"You actually think so too, mistress? Isn't the Little Prince worthy of being my companion?"

Xiao Wu glared angrily at Tang San and retorted.

Tang San was so angry he laughed, but then he became unusually calm.

"Xiao Wu, you've changed! You've changed so much I don't even recognize you anymore!"

"No, it's not me who's changed, it's you who's changed, Third Brother!"

Xiao Wu also became serious for once, and she dragged out the last two words for a very long time, just like her inner journey at that moment.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent; her silence was her answer.

She initially felt that this was somewhat inappropriate, but in order to put Rongrong at ease, she reluctantly accepted it.

But Dai Mubai came up and, without asking any questions, began to criticize her harshly. While she felt a pang of sympathy, she also completely let go of the criticism.

Tang San and Dai Mubai looked disappointed, while the chubby boy watched with amusement. Only Oscar remained silent.

As he left, he clenched his fists, took a deep look at the tombstone, and then looked at Ning Rongrong kneeling beside him.

All this effort these past few days, and it's not even as good as a dog's?

But I just won't accept it!

One day I will definitely set foot on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and make you kneel before me!

Not far away, several guards hidden in the shadows glanced at the tombstone and were terrified.

Even knowing that what follows will provoke a furious outburst,

They dared not conceal anything and quickly sent a message to the sect.

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