425: I dare to break off with you

Three days later, Li Qingqiu was in a good mood.

Because Black left today, but she didn't say where she was going.

It was obvious she was going to find Song Mingguang.

And she even chose to sneak away late at night.

In her days of romantic disappointment, watching Black's tumultuous relationship was Li Qingqiu's greatest pleasure.

Late at night.

Song Mingguang was happily drinking beer at Xiao Zhanmo's house.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

Outside the door, a rapid, violent knocking sound came continuously.

Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows and shifted his butt to the side.

Because he knew who was at the door.

Oh boy, there was a good show to watch.

One second, Song Mingguang was still hugging the beer bottle and giggling foolishly.

The next second, he looked annoyed and said, “Who is it, late at night?”

“And knocking so hard, didn’t anyone teach you to knock more gently?”

“What if someone is sleeping?”

Song Mingguang grumbled as he got up to open the door.

As soon as he opened the door.

His expression instantly stiffened, and his curses stopped abruptly.

The petite figure beneath the black robe stared intently at Song Mingguang.

The most terrifying thing was the sudden silence.

“You… why are you here?” Song Mingguang was full of embarrassment.

“What did you just say?” Black asked indifferently.

“I… I didn’t say anything…”

“You said I had no manners, didn’t you?”

“No, you heard wrong, how could I say such a thing!”

Black didn't dwell on the matter and said lightly, “Come out with me.”

“Ah… okay.”

Song Mingguang nodded quickly. A two-meter-tall man, he trotted behind a 1.6-meter-tall loli.

The two sat at a stone table in the backyard of the old villa, with a cool breeze blowing.

Black said coldly, “Song Mingguang, how long are you going to degenerate?”

Upon hearing this, Song Mingguang instantly lowered his head, all his humor vanished, his eyes dim and low.

He remained silent.

This made Black even more unbearable.

“You f*cking speak up!” Black suddenly pulled down her hood, revealing her face carved with ice flowers, glaring at Song Mingguang.

Song Mingguang suddenly looked up at the small face in front of him, a hint of shock on his face.

Probably no one except Li Qingqiu had ever seen Black’s true face.

In fact, in their previous interactions, Song Mingguang didn’t even dare to bring up the topic of seeing her face; it was a terrifying minefield.

But now, Black had actively removed her hood.

Song Mingguang was momentarily lost in thought.

Because he always felt that this action was deeply meaningful.

“Does it look good?” Black suddenly asked again, frowning.

“Of course, it looks good.” Song Mingguang nodded quickly.

“So, can you answer me now? How long are you going to degenerate?”

Black took a deep breath and said, “The war is less than a year away, and the Dignity Battle is less than a year away.”

“In fact, in a month, you’ll be on the main stage, but now you’re getting drunk every day. What exactly do you want to do, Song Mingguang!?”

Song Mingguang lowered his head, full of grievances, and said, “I… I don’t know. I just can’t get motivated!”

“What do you mean you can’t get motivated?” Black frowned and cursed, “Are your muscles atrophied?”

“Are you impotent? You can’t get motivated?”

“No…” Song Mingguang sighed and shook his head, saying, “Actually, more than a week ago, I found that it was very difficult for me to continue to Cultivate.”

“What?”

As soon as these words came out, Black’s pupils suddenly constricted, and she said, “Talent regression?”

“Not that serious.” Song Mingguang shook his head and said, “But, it’s pretty close.”

“No, you…” Black hesitated, wanting to continue cursing, but couldn’t bring herself to, and instead gradually began to feel sorry for this big, clumsy guy in front of her.

Because talent regression can be said to be the cruelest thing for a Genius.

As the name suggests, it’s like one’s talent is gradually being Sealed, power cannot be unleashed, and continued Cultivation has no effect, as if an insurmountable wall has appeared, blocking the path of the Martial Artist.

Such things have happened very rarely throughout history, and the reasons are hard to explain, with both external and internal factors.

But once it happens, the trouble is big.

“Who else knows about this?” Black quickly asked.

Song Mingguang shook his head and said, “Besides you, I haven’t told anyone else.”

“That’s good.” Black breathed a sigh of relief, lowering her head to ponder what Song Mingguang should do next.

The talent regression of the Son of Light, once it gets out, would definitely cause a huge stir.

This Genius, who had been the focus of attention since childhood, was crippled before he even grew up?

A way must be found quickly to restore Song Mingguang to his state.

At this moment, Black’s small face was full of anxiety, deep in thought about how to solve the problem.

Seeing her like this, Song Mingguang smiled foolishly.

Because at least this confirmed that Black cared about him.

How happy that was.

“What are you laughing at?” Black asked, frowning.

“I…” Song Mingguang giggled foolishly and said, “You just now, you looked so good.”

Such words that girls love to hear, however, did not make Black happy at this moment; instead, they ignited an even stronger anger.

“Your talent has regressed, how can you still laugh!?”

“I’m talking serious business with you, what are you laughing about?”

Song Mingguang was thoroughly scolded, but at this moment he seemed to have lost his soul, shaking his head indifferently and saying, “Actually, you don’t need to help me so much.”

“Now that my talent has regressed, your future will definitely go further than mine, and I won’t be worthy of you anymore.”

“So, from now on, we won’t be on the same path.”

“I’ve already made plans. After that battle a month from now, I’ll go back to the Song family and be their incompetent young master, announcing to the world about my talent regression.”

“This way…”

Suddenly, Black interrupted Song Mingguang’s words.

“Song Mingguang, what are you saying?”

“Are you trying to gain sympathy, pretending to be pitiful?”

Song Mingguang lowered his head and mocked himself, “Talent regression is irreversible, isn’t it?”

“Haven’t there been cases of reversal in history?” Black stared intently at Song Mingguang.

“Those were all extremely accidental situations.” Song Mingguang sneered, “I don’t think I’m that lucky.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m quite satisfied with my life now.”

This sentence was like a sharp blade piercing Black’s heart.

She stared blankly at Song Mingguang, unable to believe that the man she loved would say such words.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

Black nodded gently.

“Okay.”

These words were spoken very softly, softer than any word she had just said, as if she had completely given up on the other person, completely stopped having expectations for him, and was even too lazy to say another word of reproach.

Then Black stood up and walked towards the main gate.

Only then did Song Mingguang raise his head, looking at the woman he admired, his heart filled with bitterness.

After Black completely disappeared from his sight, Song Mingguang sighed, and with a flash of his Storage Ring, another pot of old wine appeared in his hand.

He sat alone in the howling wind of the courtyard, drinking by himself, his face full of dejection and exhaustion.

He just suddenly felt so tired.

From the day he stepped onto the Dao of Martial Artist, these past ten-plus years, it had truly been exhausting.

From giving up on himself.

To Black also giving up on him.

Now, completely unburdened, it was quite good.

Just give up like this.

Song Mingguang turned his head to look at the moon in the sky, and in the bright moonlight, a broad back seemed to be reflected.

A tall, bare-chested man stood in the light, striking a sexy bodybuilding pose, bringing hope and strength to the people.

That was the self he had once fantasized about, but now he was far away, out of reach.

It turned out that the distance between reality and dreams was as far as heaven and earth…

But suddenly, the fragrance of a red Rose entered Song Mingguang’s nostrils.

He turned his head sharply, only to see a petite figure holding a bouquet of Roses, quietly looking at him.

At this moment, his nose stung.

Tears finally welled uncontrollably from his eyes.

“Why… are you back?”

Black said softly, “I chased you away many times before, and you would come back the next day with a flower, standing in front of me and smiling foolishly.”

“Now, how can I leave?”

As her words fell.

On that cold, aloof, and scarred little face, a brilliant, foolish smile appeared.

This was Black’s first smile in her life.