Douluo: Qianyue was reborn, I am her own brother

"Y-You said what?!"

Hearing Qian Daoliu's answer, Bibi Dong couldn't believe it for a moment.

Qian Daoliu's expression was as usual, and he repeated:

"I said... okay!"

"Okay? Is it true?!"

Bibi Dong stood up excitedly, seeking confirmation.

Before, Qian Daoliu had said that they should not meet again in the future.

"..."

Qian Daoliu did not answer.

He was also fulfilling Qian Xunji's instructions.

And it seemed that Bibi Dong really cared about Qian Renxue and her brother.

But he couldn't help but remind her:

"If one day, you don't take good care of him, I will take him back to the Hall of Enshrinement."

"N-No, I won't!"

Bibi Dong was overjoyed, as if grasping a life-saving straw,

repeatedly assuring him.

Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction.

"Then you should prepare well, I will talk to Xiao Jue about it."

"No... I want to talk to Jue myself!"

As soon as Qian Daoliu finished speaking, he was opposed by Bibi Dong.

Then Bibi Dong panicked again.

She waved her hands repeatedly, incoherently.

"N-No, don't, you... you talk to Jue!"

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu, even using threatening words in desperation.

"If Jue doesn't agree... I won't be this Pope!"

Qian Daoliu frowned.

He nodded slightly at the somewhat distraught Bibi Dong.

"Xiao Jue will agree."

"Prepare well these few days, the Pope's succession ceremony must not be missed..."

Having said that.

Qian Daoliu didn't want to stay any longer.

He turned around and slowly left, his footsteps suddenly paused.

He comforted her: "Regarding Ji'er's death, I won't tell them the truth."

"But the children may be smarter than you think."

Saying that.

Qian Daoliu raised his hand and held the Soul Sucking Bead necklace on his chest.

His expression was strange.

Qian Xunji was willing to die.

Not to create new grudges.

But to completely end this unclear feud!

"T-Thank you, High Priest!"

Bibi Dong's crying voice sounded.

She slowly knelt down on both knees, heavily knocking her forehead on the ground.

"Sinner Bibi Dong!"

"Is willing to dedicate her life to the Spirit Hall! Only hoping... only hoping..."

Saying that, Bibi Dong's voice added a lot of choking.

"They can forgive me!"

"Take care of yourself."

The long voice disappeared with the wind.

Qian Daoliu's figure had disappeared in place.

For a long time.

Bibi Dong composed herself, slowly stood up, and walked towards the house.

A little light flashed across her right leg.

The injuries on her body were slowly being healed.

Looking at her haggard face in the mirror, her eyes were filled with expectation with clear tears.

...

Qian Daoliu, who had left.

Was slowly approaching Qian Renxue's courtyard.

The development of things seemed to be similar to what Qian Xunji had expected.

The Spirit Hall would indeed become stronger.

But he couldn't see it.

"Ji'er... from now on, stay with me and serve the ancestors well."

A sighing voice floated in the air.

Qian Daoliu tightened the necklace around his neck, his steps no longer restrained.

With a little relief.

At this time, Qian Renxue and Qian Renjue were lying on the steps, basking in the sun.

Qian Renjue was at the bottom.

His face was covered with an open book, and his body was covered with soft Qian Renxue.

Qian Daoliu's arrival blocked some of the sunlight.

Qian Renxue, who was resting on Qian Renjue's body, noticed the shadow covering her face.

She frowned and opened her beautiful eyes.

"Grandpa?"

She called out in surprise, propping herself up on the flesh pad under her, and slowly sat up.

"Hmm?"

Qian Renjue, who was a little drowsy, shook his head, and the book slipped off.

The dazzling light made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He raised his hand to block it.

Looking at Qian Daoliu's figure.

He whispered and asked: "Sister, didn't Grandpa go to the Elder Hall for a meeting?"

"Heh, the meeting has long been over."

Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with love.

Looking at the two children, his mood couldn't help but relax a little.

"Grandpa is here, there is something to find Xiao Jue."

"Looking for me?"

Qian Renjue rubbed his eyes, and stood up under Qian Renxue's pull.

He walked towards the stone table in the yard.

Qian Renxue pulled Qian Renjue.

She said softly to Qian Daoliu: "Grandpa, let's sit down and talk."

"Alright."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly and sat down at the table.

In a short while.

Under Qian Renxue's graceful hands, there were three cups of steaming tea on the table.

"Thank you, Sister."

Qian Renjue smiled and took it, sipping it to refresh himself.

Qian Renxue gently glared at him, and took out some snacks again.

She looked at Qian Daoliu.

She asked: "Grandpa, what are you looking for Jue for?"

Qian Daoliu took a sip of hot tea, and his heart gradually warmed.

He looked at Qian Renjue and said: "Grandpa wants Xiao Jue to be the Holy Son of the Papal Hall."

"Ah? Cough cough!"

Qian Renjue was immediately surprised.

Carelessly, he was choked by the snack in his mouth and kept coughing.

The surprise on Qian Renxue's face immediately dissipated.

She raised her hand and patted Qian Renjue's back, and handed the tea to his mouth.

"Jue, drink some water"

"Glug~"

Qian Renjue drank the whole cup of tea before he recovered.

He asked incomprehensibly: "Why would Grandpa want me to be the Holy Son, obviously Sister is more suitable..."

Qian Daoliu shook his head.

He explained softly:

"This is the condition your mother proposed, and Grandpa has already agreed."

"Proposed by Mom? Mom is the Pope?"

Qian Renjue was stunned.

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly: "Yes, Grandpa has already informed her."

"But Sister's martial soul is clearly..."

Qian Renjue was about to say something, but was interrupted by Qian Renxue.

She smiled and stuffed the snack into Qian Renjue's mouth.

"Jue, Sister thinks it's better for you to be the Holy Son..."

"Grandpa also thinks so."

Qian Daoliu fully agreed.

Logically speaking, Qian Renxue is indeed more suitable.

But Qian Daoliu had higher expectations for Qian Renxue.

Appropriate protection and concealment are necessary.

"Moreover, if you don't be the Holy Son, your mother won't be the Pope..."

"..."

Qian Renjue was silent, staring at Qian Daoliu, strangely saying:

"Is Grandpa really okay with it?"

"Of course."

Qian Daoliu's words did not seem fake, which slightly eased the entanglement in Qian Renjue's heart.

He also had an answer in his heart.

Qian Daoliu comforted softly:

"Xiao Jue, don't worry, the martial soul is not a big deal."

"Yes, Mom will definitely handle it well."

Qian Renxue was very relieved of Bibi Dong's methods, and deeply experienced her strength.

She naturally sincerely agreed with Qian Renjue serving as the Holy Son of the Papal Hall.

This also avoids the position being occupied by other women.

Otherwise, it would be a bit troublesome to take it back then.

Seeing that Qian Daoliu supported him, Qian Renjue did not hesitate any longer.

He said softly:

"Then Grandpa, when should I report?"

"Haha... don't worry, Grandpa will notify you when that day comes."

Qian Daoliu gently rubbed Qian Renjue's head.

He finalized the matter.

Qian Daoliu planned to give Bibi Dong a definite answer, and did not stay any longer.

When leaving, Qian Renxue followed out.

"Grandpa..."

Qian Daoliu looked back at her, puzzled: "Xiao Xue, is there anything else?"

Qian Renxue glanced at Qian Renjue, who was confused in the yard.

After pondering for a moment, she said softly:

"Does Grandpa know about the national theft plan that Dad prepared before?"

"..."

(Arrangements have been made, and it will not delay cultivation)

I wish you all a happy life!