Chapter 589 Meeting After 38 Years
Seeing Wang Chu striding over, the tears in Xiaoqian's eyes finally flowed down uncontrollably. The surrounding people all have dull expressions. In the past few decades, people have only seen the eternal coldness of the priest's face, and they have never seen her cry.
Among the barbarians, the high priest of the temple is definitely a transcendent existence. She has a supreme status among the common people, because she represents the god of darkness.
"Xiaoqian..."
Wang Zhu opened his arms and hugged Xiaoqian, but he pulled the chain in his hand, and the iron chain lay between the two of them, his movements froze in the air, and he looked at Xiaoqian with embarrassment.
"What are you doing?" Xiaoqian, whose eyes were still soaked in tears, looked at the metal chain on Wang Zhu's wrist, was taken aback for a moment, and then chuckled.
"I can't open it." Looking at Xiaoqian's flowery smile, Wang Zhu, who was originally distressed, was shaken, and his heart beat violently.
"I'll help you."
Xiaoqian stretched out her snow-like wrists in the black robe, and lightly stroked Wang Zhu's wrists. The strong iron chain that even Wang Zhu, a master of the golden core stage, could not break was only after Xiaoqian waved her hand. In a short time, it turned into a pile of broken copper and iron.
"The hair on your body is gone." Wang Zhu stared at Xiaoqian's finely crafted snow-white cheeks in surprise. He found that the thick white fluff that originally covered it had disappeared, replaced by something as delicate as snow. Wang Zhu had the urge to take a bite of his skin.
"It took me thirty-eight years." Looking at Wang Zhu's soul-giving appearance, Xiaoqian was not angry, but smiled sweetly.
"I want to hug you." Wang Zhu stared at the snow-like skin on Xiaoqian's neck, which was set off by the black robe.
"You've already hugged me." On Xiaoqian's snow-white cheeks, there was a blush that made people dream about it.
"Ah..." Only then did Wang Zhu realize that he subconsciously hugged Xiaoqian's waist, and he felt Xiaoqian's delicate body trembling slightly in his arms, as if she was very nervous.
"Thirty-eight years." Xiaoqian gently wiped the tears on her cheeks, and leaned gently on Wang Zhu's generous shoulders.
"I'm only twenty days old..." Wang Zhu lightly patted Xiaoqian's knife-sharpened shoulder, with a lot of emotions, he felt like a day in the sky and a year in the earth. Wang Chu can imagine how lonely Xiaoqian is here, because she is the only human being in Stone City and the only practitioner.
If Wang Chou didn't come, Xiaoqian would have no one to communicate with.
For Xiaoqian, Wang Zhu is her only family member, because, back then, the white-haired female demon was resurrected because of the bone beads containing Wang Zhu's blood. In her body, Wang Zhu's blood flowed. Wang Zhu's attachment is just like the vampire Xu Xianxian's attachment to Wang Zhu. She can sense Wang Zhu's existence within a certain distance...
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Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, Wang Chu and Xiaoqian hugged each other tightly and did not let go for a long time. Their bodies wished they could merge into one.
Until now, many people still don't know the identity of Wang Chu, because Wang Chu is really too young, so young that he doesn't look like the brave and invincible God of Darkness in the legend.
Seeing the high priest of the temple, who was admired by all the people, being hugged tightly by Wang Zhu, the Eighth General's eyes almost popped out. He really wanted to slap himself a few times to see if he was dreaming.
The Eighth General didn't slap himself, but pinched his thigh fiercely, and there was a sharp pain in his thigh.
Not dreaming.
This is not a dream!
More than a thousand white scarf soldiers also stared at Wang Zhu in dumbfounded.
This is unbelievable, such a wretched guy actually hugged the god-respecting priest tightly in his arms, and those hands seemed to be kneading intentionally or unintentionally, which was beyond the scope of their thinking.
"gentlemen."
Adana tremblingly called out Wang Zhu, and he had to remind Wang Zhu, because Wang Zhu's hands looked a little dishonest, and under the eyes of thousands of eyes, it was really indecent.
"Ah... you are?" Wang Zhu let go of Xiaoqian, looked at Ada in front of him, vaguely felt that the old man was somewhat familiar.
"It's me, Ada, sir." Ada lowered his pale head, with a respectful expression on his face, and the cloudy tears couldn't help but flow down. You know, he thought that he would never see the God of Darkness in his lifetime .
"Ah...you are Ada?" Wang Zhu looked at Ada's tearful face in shock.
"It's me, sir." The excitement in Ada's heart couldn't be increased, and his shriveled lips trembled.
"Ada, hahaha, my dear Ada, you are still alive, you are still alive, great, great, hahaha..."
Wang Zhu put his hands on Ada's armpits, lifted the skinny Ada up in the air, and beat Ada several times in a row before putting Ada down. The soldiers and civilians in the surrounding stone city were stunned.
Who is Ada?
If the high priest of the temple is not counted, Ada is equivalent to the father of civilization of the barbarians. His honorary status among the barbarians is unmatched except for the Nine Temples. It was not easy to see him, but now, such a respectable old man was being held up in mid-air by a young man to play with, as if teasing a child.
The most incredible thing was that Ada didn't feel insulted at all, but looked very happy, showing her leaky teeth in a smile.
For Ada, this is the supreme honor. You must know that when he was at Blade Peak, being patted on the shoulder by Wang Zhu was considered a supreme reward and honor.
That's right, it is indeed a supreme honor to be lifted up by Wang Zhu and fly in the air. Jiudian, who was not recognized by Wang Zhu at first and was left out in the cold, saw that Ada was "favoured", and was immediately jealous to death, and he didn't care about his image. He scrambled to Wang Zhu's side.
"Sir, I am Jiudian." Jiudian looked at Wang Zhu anxiously.
"Jiudian... are you Jiudian?" Wang Zhu stared at the old man in front of him with wide eyes. In his memory, Jiudian was a young man who was younger than him, energetic and physically strong.
"Yes, sir." Jiudian looked at Wang Zhu eagerly.
"Haha, okay, okay, Jiudian, I know, you are Jiudian, your eyes have not changed, you are Jiudian, hahahaha..."
Although Wang Zhu didn't lift Jiudian up, he hugged Jiudian fiercely, which made Jiudian extremely gratified, and finally regained some face.
Watching the three giants in Stone City embrace Wang Zhu in turn, at this moment, even an idiot knows Wang Zhu's identity.
"The God of Darkness, the God of Darkness, the God of Darkness..."
The eighth general was muttering words, his eyes were distracted, and a group of senior generals of the White Turban Army were also dumbfounded, their faces ashen.
Thinking of the ridicule towards Wang Zhu along the way, at this moment, the Eighth General and a group of senior generals felt like they were on their backs and wanted to die.
Of course, everyone who wants to die is just thinking about it. People are more thinking that they are fighting side by side with the God of Darkness, and they are all refreshed. Even if they are kneeling on the ground, their chests are more powerful.
Being able to fight side by side with the God of Darkness is a supreme honor in itself. You must know that the people here are fascinated by the stories of the God of Darkness. The years of fighting side by side with the gods.
Whether in Blade Peak or Stone City, as long as a veteran who fought side by side with the God of Darkness is a kind of qualification, a kind of honor, a kind of bragging capital.
Every time they heard some veterans boasting, some children were fascinated, imagining that one day in the future they would be able to fight side by side with the invincible God of Darkness.
For the White Turbans, their childhood dreams have come true, and many White Turbans have already begun to conceive how to brag to their younger generations about the days of fighting side by side with the God of Darkness...
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At this time, both the Eighth General and the White Scarf Army officers and soldiers were all looking at Wang Cun in front of them eagerly, but Wang Cun was chatting with Jiudian and Ada enthusiastically, so he didn't look this way at all.
"He won't blame me, will he?"
At this time, no one was more uncomfortable than the Eighth General. His heart felt like being stabbed by a knife, and the pain continued. If there is a medicine for regret in the world, he must take it for three days and three nights, and he will die without regretting it.
If time can be turned back, the Eighth General hopes to return to the time when Blade Peak and Wang Zhu first met.
It's a pity that there is no if in the world...
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"The God of Darkness, invincible in all battles!"
"The God of Darkness, invincible in all battles!"
"The God of Darkness, immortal forever!"
"The God of Darkness, immortal forever!"
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In the frenzy of hundreds of thousands of people shouting, Wang Zhu was surrounded by Nine Palace Ada and the high priest into the city.
No one cares about the Eighth General who is still kneeling on the ground.
Seeing the dark crowd rushing towards Stone City, the Eighth General and a group of White Turban Army soldiers were all downcast. It seemed that people had completely forgotten their victorious heroes.
"Get up."
Just when the Eighth General and a group of soldiers were desperate, suddenly, two priests in black robes walked up to them.
"what……"
Looking at the cold face of the priest, the Eighth General tensed up. Could it be that the God of Darkness wants to take revenge on him? Thinking of the despicable and shameless deeds of the God of Darkness in the City of God, the Eighth General smiled wryly. In his opinion, even if Wang Zhu killed him, it was normal.
"Come with us."
The two dark priests glanced at the crowd, nodded, then turned and walked towards Stone City.
The Eighth General looked back at the soldiers, sighed a long time, and could only bite the bullet and follow behind the two dark priests...
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The entire Stone City fell into madness.
People scrambled to rush into Stone City, occupying a favorable position, and vying to see the demeanor of the God of Darkness, and some smart barbarians who knew the traditions hurriedly encouraged their children to kneel on both sides of the road that the God of Darkness was about to pass.
People were not disappointed. The God of Darkness touched the heads of all the children along the way. While touching, he was still muttering words, praying for the children... [Ask for a monthly ticket, start now, five monthly tickets will explode one chapter! 】
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