Douluo: My wife Qian Renxue gave birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers

He smiled softly, then disappeared into the distance like a flash of lightning.

Qiwawa hugged her purple gold gourd tightly, her eyes full of tenderness and determination.

She took a deep breath and took firm steps towards her goal.

Qian Daoliu stood there quietly, watching everyone leave, leaving him alone.

His face looked very miserable, and the deep wrinkles seemed to tell of the vicissitudes and helplessness of the years.

His eyes were empty and confused, like a ship that had lost its direction, drifting in the vast ocean.

The whistling sound of the wind around him seemed to be telling of his inner loneliness and confusion.

He looked at the empty surroundings and let out a long sigh, which was filled with helplessness and melancholy.

His shoulders slumped slightly, as if he was suffocating under the weight of a heavy burden.

He has been guarding the Angel Temple all along, doing his duty diligently and without ever having any other extravagant hopes.

His eyes revealed a kind of firmness and persistence, which was his commitment to his mission.

However, at this moment, seeing everyone bravely embarking on the journey for the inheritance of the throne, his heart, which had been silent for a long time, began to stir.

A hint of desire flashed in his eyes, but was quickly covered up by helplessness.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on him, stretching his shadow very long.

His figure looked particularly lonely and desolate in the setting sun.

He turned around slowly, each step seemed heavy and firm. His steps were a little slow, as if each step required a great deal of effort.

Deep in his heart, thoughts surged like the tide.

"For so many years, I have been staying in the Angel Temple, fulfilling my duty of protection day after day." There was a trace of fatigue and helplessness in his eyes.

"I have never thought about pursuing a higher realm for myself, but now looking at these people who are full of vitality and courage, I envy them."

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a bitter smile.

"Am I going to spend the rest of my life guarding you like this day after day?"

His eyes were full of unwillingness and helplessness.

No, Qian Daoliu was unwilling to give up! He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

But the reality is cruel. Becoming a high priest does not mean that one can get rid of the shackles, and he no longer has the energy he had when he was young.

A hint of despair flashed across his eyes, but was quickly replaced by determination.

Then he could only go back to the Spirit Hall and serve as his chief priest, managing the Spirit Hall well. He would be satisfied with such a result.

There was a look of helpless acceptance in his eyes.

The ground beneath his feet seemed to be trying to keep him, raising fine dust with every step. His steps were somewhat heavy, as if every step was filled with endless attachment.

The wind ruffled his hair, but could not blow away the longing in his heart.

His eyes showed both worry about the unknown and expectation for the future. He squinted his eyes slightly and looked into the distance, as if he was looking for something.

The mountains in the distance became increasingly hazy in the twilight, as if they were the thick fog on his future path.

But Qian Daoliu did not retreat at all. He took firm steps, walking forward step by step, and his figure gradually disappeared into the vast night.

His back looked particularly firm in the night, as if telling the world that he would not give up and would continue to stick to his mission. (End of this chapter)