"Let's go!"

Xiao Lang smiled self-deprecatingly, said two words with difficulty, and the knife behind him immediately followed. The two of them walked slowly towards the outside of the square, their backs were gloomy, their steps were heavy, and the two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards the north under the mocking and complicated gazes of countless people.

Dongfang Hongdou looked at this lonely back, thinking of the countless scars on his body, she felt an inexplicable pain in her heart, and finally couldn't help but bow her head and cry. But Yun Zishan just glanced at Xiao Lang lightly, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face, and finally looked away, lowered his head and said nothing.

The Xiao family didn't even arrange a carriage to send them back!

Walking out of the square, those mocking eyes finally disappeared, and Xiao Lang felt a little lighter. In just a few hundred meters, he felt like hellish torment, he looked back at the high Divine Soul Pavilion in amazement, narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally said nothing, turned his head and left.

"Lang Shao, wait!"

At this moment, a figure quickly chased after him from behind, and the familiar voice made Xiao Lang's cold body feel a trace of tenderness.

Cha Mu walked over with a bitter face, looking at Xiao Lang who was full of loneliness, he didn't know what to say for a while, he gritted his teeth, and finally sighed deeply: "No matter what, Lang Shao and Dao Shao will always be Chamu's friends, if you have any needs, please give orders, Chamu will definitely go all out!"

"Thank you, Brother Cha!" Xiao Lang smiled reluctantly and waved his hand to let Chamu go back.

Cha Mu frowned and said, "Or... I'll have someone arrange for a carriage to take you back?"

"No need, knife, let's go!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, glanced at Cha Mu and turned to leave, scratched his head with a knife, nodded at Cha Mu to keep up with Xiao Lang, and the two left slowly.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin, the two figures faced the cold wind, slowly walking towards the other side of the street, the spine was still straight, and the pace was still steady, but Chamu could feel it no matter how he looked at it, and the indelible loneliness on the backs of the two of them.

Walking on the bustling street, blowing a cold wind, Xiao Lang's heart began to slowly calm down. What others think of him, he already feels indifferent, he is just a little scared, how should he face Xiao Qingyi later?

He knew very well how much Xiao Qingyi expected of him!

He knew better how much this woman had paid to nurture her. A strange woman in her prime, gave up the prosperity of the imperial capital and the Xiao family for him, gave up countless men who admired her, and gave up her youth. Take him to wander the world, bring him up from childhood, raise him, teach him to speak, teach him to cultivate, teach him to read, and face the pursuit of the enemy, the eyes of the world...

Xiao Qingyi is actually no different from his mother in Xiao Lang's eyes, he has worked hard to raise and nurture a child for eighteen years, Xiao Lang has never disappointed Xiao Qingyi in the past eighteen years, but today he wants her to... Despair!

Thinking of this, Xiao Lang's heart was like a knife, and his steps staggered for a while, thinking of Xiao Qingyi's sad face when he learned that he had awakened a waste spirit, Xiao Lang couldn't wait to stab himself twice.

Standing at a street corner, Xiao Lang's footsteps stopped, he looked blankly at the endless flow of people, watching countless carriages rushing towards him, he suddenly had a feeling of not daring to go back.

He didn't want to see the woman, he didn't want to see her disappointed and sad...

Xiaodao stood silently next to him, there was no previous smile on his face, he just looked at Xiao Lang quietly, looked at his soulless face, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Da-da-da-da!

A luxurious carriage quietly stopped beside the two, Xiao Lang and Xiaodao subconsciously looked up, but saw a beautiful smiling face on the window.

Oriental red beans!

"I'll send you back, Xiao Lang, you are a man, get in the car!"

Dongfang Hongdou's tone was still hot, and there was no distress in his eyes, only extremely resolute.

Xiao Lang paused, instinctively wanted to refuse, but saw Dongfang Hongdou's paranoid gaze, and finally got into the carriage indifferently, and the knife also climbed up, not going in but sitting outside the carriage.

The carriage is very luxurious, with a faint fragrance, like a girl's boudoir. After Xiao Lang entered, he sat casually on a small wooden stool, but he was a little distracted and hung his head and was silent.

"What's the matter? I awakened the waste soul and still can't believe it? I feel like the sky is falling? I feel that my soul is wasted, and people are also wasted? Xiao Lang, you really disappointed me, you know?"

The carriage moved slowly towards the Xiao family's compound, and Dongfang Hongdou spoke, his tone was very flat, but the words were stabbed in Xiao Lang's heart like a knife.

But he still didn't raise his head, nor did he say anything, he was still thinking about a question, how would he face Xiao Qingyi later?

"Xiao Lang, you raise your head and look at me!"

Dongfang Hongdou's tone suddenly became excited, Xiao Lang subconsciously raised his head and looked at her, the corners of Dongfang Hongdou's mouth were mocking, and he said coldly: "Xiao Lang, are you still not a man? Besides, isn't there an innate soul in heaven and earth? You won't go looking for it to devour? It doesn't matter if the soul is wasted, if a person is wasted, you will really become a wasted person!"

"Huh!"

Xiao Lang smiled bitterly, the god of war? Although he didn't think he was too stupid, he hadn't reached the point where he was wise enough to do anything.

Innate Divine Soul?

Xiao Qingyi said that only two or three people in history have succeeded in devouring, and his luck is so good? As for ordinary martial artists who have cultivated with great perseverance to become strong, it is even more of a joke. What is the realm that an ordinary martial artist can finally reach in history? The pinnacle of battle honor, or the king of war? This is at best the strength of an ordinary elder of the Xiao family...

The cultivation of martial artists will become more and more difficult with the improvement of the realm, the golden years of martial arts cultivation are very short, and the cultivation speed will slow down after the age of forty, and it is basically difficult to have a breakthrough at the age of sixty. The cultivation speed of ordinary martial artists is too slow and slow compared to that of Divine Soul Warriors, and there are basically no great achievements in this life.

Dongfang Hongdou saw that he had said so much, and the loneliness on Xiao Lang's face still did not decrease, but became more self-deprecating. Her eyes also dimmed, and she knew that Xiao Lang would probably find it difficult to stand up in her life.

From literature to a generation of literary masters?

This is actually a joke, even if Xiao Lang becomes a bachelor, he is still a waste in the eyes of the world. The dynasty is weak, the Bachelor's Pavilion is simply a decoration, and many of the Scholar's Pavilion's orders have completely become straw paper below, not to mention the four major families, even the ordinary big families directly ignore it.

In the final analysis, this world is still a world where martial arts are respected and the strong are supreme.

Xiao Lang has offended so many sons, if it is better to nest in the Xiao family, once he enters the cabinet and becomes a bachelor, he will definitely be killed by countless cold arrows.

After Xiao Lang returned to the imperial capital, he wanted to keep a low profile but was forced to be high-profile all the way, stepping on the shoulders of countless people and standing in an incomparably high position, with countless halos shrouded in his head.

However, the higher you stand, it seems... The worse it becomes.