It starts with Douluo rescuing Bibi Dong

Chapter 184 Chihiro dies of illness

Wuhun City, Wuhun Palace.

The Pope's palace was crowded with people and looked very lively.

The luster of various soul rings kept shining, and the flow of soul power was extremely violent, but strangely there was no sound at all...

An old man with white hair and beard, who looked as if he was seventy or eighty years old, but who was extremely tall and straight like an eternal green pine, stood quietly in the middle of the palace, looking indifferently behind a screen.

There were crowds of people behind the screen, but everyone tried their best to control their steps and make as little noise as possible. The two titled Douluo even knelt down on both sides of the old man's body, not daring to breathe!

An invisible pressure was released from the old man's body, making the people around him and even behind the screen feel like a storm was about to come.

Each healing soul master released his martial soul, but they all slowed down their movements as much as possible and tried not to make any unnecessary noises...

Three hours have passed since the continuous treatment...

Finally, the healing soul master who presided over the treatment behind the screen swayed slightly, and looked at the pale and bloodless young man on the bed, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, and his face also turned pale.

When some soul masters around him saw this, they also showed a hint of horror in their eyes. They looked at the young man on the bed and found that he was completely dead. They suddenly looked as if their souls had been taken away, and their faces turned pale with fear.

The old man standing outside shook his body slightly, and the expression in his eyes showed obvious violent fluctuations.

No matter what, it was his son lying inside!

But now, his vital signs have completely disappeared.

There is no doubt that the person lying inside is none other than Qian Xunji, the Pope of Wuhun Palace, and the old man is none other than Qian Daoliu, the chief minister of the Consecration Palace.

Qian Daoliu was extremely powerful and his senses were equally sharp. He could already feel his son's departure without the need for the healing titled Douluo inside to report.

But after all, he is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. As he matures, he can hide his inner sadness in an instant.

"Big, big sacrifice, I, I am incompetent..." The titled Douluo who presided over the treatment stumbled out. Looking at the old man standing there like a javelin, his heart trembled, but he could only hold back the fear in his heart. , knelt on the ground with a plop, his head dropped to the ground, and murmured, "His Majesty, His Majesty the Pope, he, he passed away."

After saying this sentence, this titled Douluo seemed to be completely exhausted, with large beads of sweat appearing on his face.

Pata!

Pata!

Qian Daoliu stepped forward and slowly came to the side of Titled Douluo who was kneeling on the ground. His big feet paused slightly in front of Titled Douluo's eyes.

Just this slight pause almost gave the titled Douluo a heart attack.

His heart immediately rose in his throat, he was really afraid that Qian Daoliu would suddenly give him a hard blow.

However, no matter what Qian Daoliu wanted to do at this moment, he could only surrender and accept his fate, without any solution.

"Go down!"

There was no emotion in the plain voice, and no emotion or joy could be heard. However, it was only three words, but it made this healing titled Douluo let out a long sigh of relief.

Today's treatment of the Pope was unfavorable, so his life was saved.

"Bahta, bahta!~"

The footsteps gradually faded away, and the old figure walked into the screen.

"Crash!~"

When a group of healing soul masters behind the screen saw the old figure arriving, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly lay down on the ground. They all held their breath and concentrated like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the old man's final judgment.

Qian Daoliu glanced at the people kneeling on the ground indifferently, and naturally hated the incompetence of these people.

But there is a saying that the law does not blame everyone, and these healing soul masters are not ordinary soul masters. These people can be said to be the mainstay among the healing soul masters in Wuhun Palace, the most powerful group of people, let alone Just deal with it.

"Go down!"

As soon as these words came out, a large group of people kneeling on the ground pressed their hearts back into their throats.

Then they stood up quickly one by one, as if they were surviving a disaster. They were slightly relieved in their hearts and did not dare to delay at all. They lowered their steps and hurried away from Qian Daoliu.

In an instant, there were only four people left in the bustling Nuo Palace, two behind the screen and two kneeling in front of the screen.

Behind the screen, Qian Daoliu looked at his son who was sleeping on the bed, his old eyes slightly red.

No matter how useless he is, he is Qian Daoliu's flesh and blood after all. The greatest sorrow in the world is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person to someone else.

He stretched out his palms tremblingly...

He still remembered how cute, naughty, and smart Qiandaoliu was when he was a child. He called him daddy and how close he was to him. Even now, all the beautiful scenes are still as if they were yesterday.

Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, he would be lying here.

"It's my fault. I'm usually too harsh on you, have too high demands on you, and put too much pressure on you. That's what caused today's tragedy. Now it's better. No one will scold you anymore. You are completely You can live according to your own preferences. Haven't you always regretted not capturing Bibi Dong? As a father and son, I will definitely capture her for you in my lifetime."

In the end, Qian Daoliu did not extend his palm to his son's face, but gently opened the blood-stained clothes on his chest.

Staring at the fist-sized hole that was transparent from front to back on Qian Xunji's chest, Qian Daoliu's gray eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Is this caused by the Clear Sky Hammer?"

Gently arranging Qian Xunji's clothes, Qian Daoliu looked at his son who seemed to be sleeping and said, "You can go in peace! I will take care of Xue'er. No matter who hurts you, I will not be the one to hurt you." I won’t let them go.”

After finishing speaking, Qian Daoliu turned around, a drop of old tears slipped from his eyes, and fell to the ground and shattered.

By the time he left behind the screen, the sadness on his face had completely disappeared, and a biting chill emanated from his whole body, making people shudder.

The terrifying aura filled the entire space, causing the hearts of the two titled Douluo, who were kneeling on the ground and did not dare to make the slightest move, to instantly fall to the bottom of their hearts.

"Did Tang Hao kill the Pope?"

Qian Daoliu stepped forward and came behind the two titled Douluo. He paused slightly and spoke calmly.

"Yes, yes, it's Tang Hao of the Haotian Sect." When the two titled Douluo heard this, their bodies trembled slightly, their buttocks were raised higher, and their heads were almost completely on the ground, and they said tremblingly.

"Tang Hao, a Soul Douluo can kill the Pope with an angelic martial spirit. Do you really think that my Qianjia martial spirit is useless, or is my son just so incompetent? He can't defeat the ninety-seventh level of soul power. An eighty-level Contra?"

(End of this chapter)