People Are Writing Diaries In Douluo, And The Goddess Is Going Crazy

The camera turns to Zhao Ling.

After he spent some time perfecting the airspace of the Eighteen Realms, he returned to the Douluo Mortal Realm.

At this time, Zhao Ling discovered that his strength had been improved again, and the improvement was extraordinary.

The expansion and improvement of the eighteen realms of space in my body seems to be directly related to the growth of my strength.

Zhao Ling carefully compared his current strength with his previous strength and found that his strength was about three times stronger than before.

Moreover, in the future, the eighteen realms of space within his dantian will expand and evolve on their own.

Zhao Ling had no idea to what extent it would reach.

Anyway, Zhao Ling felt like he was the creator god in the eighteen realms of space in his dantian.

Moreover, the things he comprehended in the Eighteen Realms' Space seemed to be applicable in the Douluo Mortal Realm as well, which was something he had not expected.

After coming out of the room Dong'er prepared for him, Zhao Ling went to Dong'er's Pope's Palace.

But unexpectedly, I saw a little boy about six years old on the road.

When the little boy saw Zhao Ling, he rushed over, hugged Zhao Ling's thighs, and burst into tears.

"Dad, Dad, why did you just get out? It's been five years, five whole years. Do you know how I got through this?

Please send me back quickly, or your great child will be gone..."

"Five years? What five years?"

Zhao Ling didn't react at once. It only took him half a day to go to the Douluo God Realm, and then he was perfecting the airspace of the Eighteen Realms.

Zhao Ling felt that it only took her a few days at most, so how come five years had passed so suddenly?

And who is this five or six-year-old kid? Why is he calling me dad? What's so weird?

Zhao Ling observed the little brat carefully and found that the little brat did look somewhat similar to himself and Dong'er.

He was not sure if this little brat was his older son, so he asked, "Little brat, are you Ping An's naughty kid?"

The little boy gave Zhao Ling a blank look as if he was a fool and said speechlessly.

"Dad, have you gone insane from being in seclusion? You can't even recognize your own grown son?

And I'm six years old now, you should remove the flying restrictions on me, right?"

What the hell??? Zhao Ling's heart was filled with rage. He had never expected that it would take him five years to perfect these eighteen levels of realms?

What a joke! Five years have passed in the blink of an eye. My beloved girlfriends must be worried to death when they see that I haven't been home for five years.

Zhao Ling was not bragging, but his girlfriends usually acted as if they disliked him and treated him like a ball, kicking him back and forth among their sisters.

However, if he didn't return to the mansion for ten days or half a month, those beauties would definitely be anxious and worried, and they might even think that he had been abducted by wild flowers.

When Zhao Ling first went to the Xingluo Empire to hook up with the sisters Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, it only took her more than a month.

After returning to the mansion, he was severely exploited by those beauties who ganged up on him for a while. That experience was really hard for Zhao Ling to bear.

This time he was away for five years, and it was hard for Zhao Ling to imagine how severely he would be punished by those beauties when he returned to the mansion.

Before Zhao Ling could react to the sudden passing of five years.

Then I heard a clear and melodious voice like that of an oriole coming from not far away.

"Brother, what did you say just now? I didn't hear you clearly? It seemed like you wanted father to send me away?"

Zhao Ling followed the source of the voice and saw a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old walking towards her wearing a very exquisite sea-blue palace dress.

Look at her long blue hair and her beauty which is about 60% similar to Xier.

Zhao Ling knew that the girl was his eldest daughter, Zhao Mengyan.

In about five years, my daughter has grown a lot taller, now about 1.7 meters tall, and her skin is as white as jade. It seems that she is living a very good life in Wuhun City.

The daughter's almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a dangerous light. The naughty boy Zhao Ping'an shuddered violently, and quickly shook his head like a rattle, repeatedly trying to please her.

"Sister, I, I don't mean anything else, I just mean that you have been in Wuhun City for five years.

Xier's mother must miss you very much, don't you miss Xier's mother?"

"Well, whether I want to be a mom or not is none of your business, and you'd better not let me hear that you're always thinking about sending me away.

Otherwise, I will beat you up every time I see you, without mercy."

The daughter clenched her fists in a domineering manner and threatened the naughty boy Zhao Ping'an, which frightened him to death.

After threatening her brother, Zhao Mengyan turned her head to look at Zhao Ling, then smiled with her eyes curved.

"Dad, you're finally out of confinement. Yan'er missed you so much..."

After saying that, Zhao Mengyan walked quickly forward, obviously wanting to throw herself into Zhao Ling's arms.

But when she was about to throw herself into Zhao Ling's arms, she stopped and puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

She remembered what her mother and Dong'er's mother had taught her. Both her mother and Dong'er's mother told her that she was grown up now and should understand the principle that a girl should avoid her father when she grows up.

No matter how much you want to be close to your father, you can no longer jump into his arms like a little kid.

Zhao Ling nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this. It seemed that the child now understood the principle that girls should avoid their fathers when they grow up. That was very good.

Zhao Ling gently raised her hand and rubbed her daughter's head lightly, smiling.

"My daughter, not bad. In five years, your strength has increased to level 82. Your father is proud of you."

"Hmm..." Zhao Mengyan nodded, and her originally depressed expression turned into a sweet smile.

"Dad, why did your retreat take so long?

It's been five years. I'm afraid my mother must be so anxious that she's about to cry when she sees that I haven't been back for five years, right?"

"It's okay, I'll explain it to your mother when we get back to Poseidon Island.

I will go meet your mother Dong'er first, and after meeting her, I will take you back to Poseidon Island."

Zhao Ling gently stroked the top of her head, causing Zhao Mengyan to close her eyes comfortably and respond sweetly, "Yeah."

Then Zhao Ling took her daughter and son to meet Bibi Dong.

After seeing Zhao Ling coming out of seclusion, Bibi Dong immediately stood up from the Pope's throne, flew directly into Zhao Ling's arms, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"My stinky husband, why did you stay in seclusion for so long this time?

Five years, I thought something was wrong? Do you know how worried Dong'er was? "

Zhao Ling held Dong'er, who was becoming more mature but still young, in her arms and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Silly girl, what could be wrong with me? I just spent some time perfecting the eighteen realms of space in my body."

Bibi Dong raised her head and looked at Zhao Ling curiously: "Then...husband, has the new God Realm you mentioned been opened up?"

She had never heard of opening up a divine realm. If her husband could really do this, he would be too powerful.