C105 The higher you stand the harder you fall!

"Let's go!"

Xiao Lang laughed at himself and spoke one word with great difficulty, and the small blade behind him immediately caught up. The two of them slowly walked towards the outside of the square. Their backs were solemn and their footsteps were heavy. Under the mocking and complicated gazes of countless people, the two of them walked towards the north.

Dongfang Hongdou looked at his lonely back, and thought of the countless scars on his body, making her heart ache inexplicably, and she could not help but lower her head and cry. As for Yun Zishan, he merely glanced at Xiao Lang, and his face revealed an expression of being unable to bear it any longer. In the end, he turned his gaze away, and lowered his head in silence.

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

Walking out of the plaza, the teasing and ridiculing gazes finally disappeared, allowing Xiao Lang to feel a bit more relaxed. In that short few hundred meters, he felt as though he had experienced hell. He turned his head to look at the Divine Soul Pavilion one last time and narrowed his eyes slightly. In the end, he said nothing and turned to leave.

"Young Master Lang, wait!"

Just at this moment, a figure swiftly chased from behind. A familiar voice made Xiao Lang's ice-cold body feel a trace of gentleness.

Cha Mu's face was bitter as he walked over. Looking at the lonely Xiao Lang, he did not know what to say, clenched his teeth, and finally sighed: "No matter what, Young Master Lang and Young Master Dao will always be Cha Mu's friends. If you need anything, just say the word, Cha Mu will definitely give it his all!"

"Thank you, Brother Tea!" Xiao Lang forced out a smile and waved Cha Mu to return.

However, Cha Mu knit his brows and said, "How about … I'll arrange for a carriage to take you back? "

"No need, Xiao Dao, let's go!"

Xiao Lang shook his head, he glanced at Cha Mu and turned to leave. scratched his head, then nodded at Cha Mu and followed along, the two of them slowly left.

One was tall and the other was short, one was strong and one was thin, the two of them were facing the cold wind, they were slowly walking towards the street, their backs was straight, their steps were steady, but Cha Mu could feel that the two of them were carrying a loneliness that could not be erased.

Walking on the busy streets and blowing the biting cold wind, Xiao Lang's heart began to slowly calm down. He already didn't care what others thought of him, he was just a little afraid, how should he face Xiao Qingyi later?

He was very clear what kind of expectations Xiao Qingyi had placed on him!

He was even more clear on how much this woman had paid to nurture her. An extraordinary girl who was in the prime of her youth abandoned the capital and the prosperity of the Xiao family for him. She gave up her youth as she gave up the countless men who adored her. Bringing him along the world's borders, bringing him up, nurturing him, teaching him how to speak, cultivating, teaching him how to read, even facing the pursuit of enemies, the eyes of the world …

Xiao Qingyi was actually no different from his mother in Xiao Lang's eyes. She had painstakingly nurtured a child for eighteen years, and in these eighteen years, Xiao Lang had never let Xiao Qingyi down. Despair!

Thinking about that, Xiao Lang's heart felt like it was being twisted by a blade, his footsteps started to stagger, thinking about how Xiao Qingyi knew that he had awakened a Waste Soul, and how his face was filled with pain, Xiao Lang wanted to stab himself twice.

Standing at the street entrance, Xiao Lang's footsteps stopped, he looked blankly at the unending stream of people, seeing the countless carriages rushing towards him at lightning speed, he suddenly had the thought of not daring to return.

He didn't want to see that girl, didn't want to see her disappointed and sorrowful appearance …

Xiao Dao silently stood by his side, his face did not have his usual silly smile, he was only quietly looking at Xiao Lang, seeing his soulless face, he suddenly had the urge to cry.

Tat tat tat!

A luxurious carriage quietly stopped beside the two of them. Xiao Lang and Xiao Dao subconsciously raised their heads to look, but they saw a beautiful smile that was like a flower on the window.

Dongfang Hongdou!

"I'll send you guys back. Xiao Lang, if you're a man, get in the car!"

Dongfang Hongdou's tone was still spicy, her eyes no longer showing any signs of heartache, only incomparable determination.

Xiao Lang paused for a moment, and instinctively wanted to reject, but in the end, he saw Dongfang Hongdou's stubborn gaze towards him. He indifferently boarded the carriage, and Xiao Dao also climbed up, but he did not go in, and instead sat outside the carriage.

The carriage was very luxurious and had a faint fragrance, just like a girl's room. After Xiao Lang entered, he casually sat on a small wooden chair, yet he remained silent with his head down.

"What is it? Even after awakening the Waste Soul, he still could not believe it? He felt like the sky had fallen. He felt that his soul was crippled, as was his person? Xiao Lang, you really disappoint me, do you understand? "

The carriage slowly moved forward, heading towards the Courtyard of Xiao Family. Dongfang Hongdou opened his mouth, his tone was calm, but each word was like a knife that stabbed into Xiao Lang's heart.

But he still did not raise his head, nor did he say anything. He was still thinking about a question, how was he going to face Xiao Qingyi later?

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

Dongfang Hongdou's tone suddenly became passionate. Xiao Lang subconsciously raised his head to look her in the eye, and the corner of his mouth was filled with ridicule. He said coldly: "Xiao Lang, are you even a man? A single failure and you're like this? Wasn't it just the awakening of a Waste Soul? In all of history, there had never been a soul that had relied on willpower to become strong. God of Army Dugu Xing was a Scholar, but wasn't he the same as Dugu Xing, who looked down on all the other heroes? Besides, didn't the heaven and earth have innate divine souls? You won't be looking for Devour? It doesn't matter if your soul is crippled, but if a person is crippled, then you have really become a cripple! "

"Ha ha!"

Xiao Lang laughed bitterly, God of Army? Only one appeared after a thousand years. Although he did not consider himself to be stupid, he was not at the stage where his wits made him seem like a demon with no legacy.

Innate divine soul?

Xiao Qingyi had once said that only two or three people had successfully devoured it. As for those ordinary Warrior, who relied on their great perseverance to become strong, that was even more of a joke. What was the final state that an ordinary Warrior could reach in history? Peak War Sovereign? Or a Battle-King? This was at most the strength of an ordinary elder of the Xiao family …

The cultivation of Warrior would become more and more difficult with each level. The golden years of cultivation in Warrior were very short, and after the age of forty, the cultivation speed will slow down. Compared to the Divine Soul Warrior, the speed of ordinary Warrior's cultivation was far too slow.

Seeing that he had said so much, the loneliness on Xiao Lang's face did not decrease, but instead became even more self-deprecating. Her eyes also dimmed, and she knew very clearly that it would be extremely difficult for Xiao Lang to stand up again in this lifetime.

Subservient? Become a great literary figure of the generation?

This was actually just a joke. Even if Xiao Lang became a Scholar, he would still be a piece of trash in the eyes of the people. Since the dynasty was weak, the Scholar's Manor was nothing more than a decoration. Many of the orders given by the Scholar's Manor were like toilet paper. Not to mention the four great clans, even ordinary clans would ignore them.

In the end, martial arts was still the supreme world, the world of the strong.

After offending so many young masters, if he stayed in the Xiao family and became a maester, he would definitely be killed by countless of cold arrows.

After Xiao Lang returned to the capital, he originally wanted to keep a low profile but he was forced to keep a high profile. He stepped on the shoulders of countless people and stood at an extremely high position with countless halos of light surrounding his head.

However, the higher you stand, the more... The more he fell down, the more miserable he became.