Douluo V: I was reborn as a snake. It makes sense to have many children and more blessings.

The early morning sunlight flowed slowly like golden silk, shining through the half-open window lattices and sprinkling on the floor of the room in patches.

Xue Qinghe stood by the window, the golden light outlined his handsome features, his eyes revealed a hint of deep thought.

He turned around, cast his eyes at Tang Yuehua who was sitting on the couch, and asked with some expectation in his voice: "I wonder if it is possible for Haotian Sect to reopen its mountain gate in today's world and regain its former glory?"

When Tang Yuehua heard this question, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She didn't expect Xue Qinghe to mention this sensitive and heavy topic.

She frowned slightly, as if recalling the past years. After a moment, she shook her head gently and said with a hint of helplessness in her voice: "The affairs of the Haotian Sect did not happen overnight. Now the talents in the sect are dwindling, and the Wuhun Palace is eyeing us covetously. It is probably very difficult to reopen the sect."

Xue Qinghe couldn't help but feel disappointed when he heard this.

Fortunately, he quickly suppressed his emotions and regained his calm and composure. He knew very well that the grudge between the Haotian Sect and the Spirit Hall had long been like a tangled vine, deeply rooted in the history of this continent.

Although Xue Qinghe was full of envy and yearning for the once glorious offensive sect of Haotian Sect, his reason told him that this matter should not be forced.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil.

However, when he thought of the woman who once disgusted him but now held the power of the entire Spirit Hall, an indescribable anger welled up in his heart.

He hated her tyranny and despotism, and even more so the endless darkness and shame she brought to the Spirit Hall.

However, Xue Qinghe knew that he could not change any of this.

Tang Yuehua stared at Xue Qinghe quietly, only to see that his face was like the unpredictable sea of ​​clouds, sometimes pale as snow, sometimes rosy as clouds.

The constant changes in color were like a beautiful painting slowly unfolding before her eyes, making her curiosity burn like a ignited flame.

But Tang Yuehua knew her own character very well. She was not the kind of person who liked to pry into other people's privacy, so she chose to remain silent. After Xue Qinghe came to his senses, she said softly, "You didn't come here just to ask me about this, did you?"

"Ah——" Xue Qinghe's voice trembled slightly in the air, like cherry blossoms in early spring, with a touch of indescribable shyness and nervousness.

His face turned red in an instant, as if dyed red by the afterglow of the setting sun. The blush spread from his cheeks to his ears, and even his neck was faintly pink.

Xue Qinghe stood there, his fingers unconsciously clenched around the corner of his clothes, an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.

Of course, he didn't come just for this matter, but asking him to admit in person that he came to find Qin Shou seemed like a difficult test for him.

That shyness, like that of a girl in her first love, is always difficult to hide in front of the person she likes.

In his mind, the picture emerged again - the last time when he practiced with Qin Shou, their figures intertwined in the moonlight, and the faint aura of practice intertwined together, as if weaving a relationship that was difficult to break.

In Xue Qinghe's heart, the emotion surged like spring water, but he still tried hard to hide it deep in his heart, not wanting anyone to know.

"Okay, then you just wait here. I don't know if he will come today."

Tang Yuehua stood aside, her bright eyes seemed to see through everything. She looked at Xue Qinghe with a smile, and that smile was full of understanding and tolerance.

She stood up gently and walked out of the room gracefully, leaving Xue Qinghe alone there, facing that unspeakable emotion.

Xue Qinghe was the only one left in the room. He stood there quietly, as if the whole world had stopped.

His heartbeat echoed in his ears, clear and strong. He knew he couldn't wait like this forever, but he also knew he couldn't resist the emotion.

So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let the emotion spread in his heart.

At this moment, he seemed to feel Qin Shou's breath. The faint breath of cultivation permeated the air, like an invisible force that tightly wrapped him up.

Qin Shou didn't know Xue Qinghe was waiting for him at this time. His original plan was to go to Yuexuan after finishing the morning practice with Poseidon, but because of the appearance of an uninvited guest, he had to change the plan temporarily.

In the early morning sunshine, Qin Shou and Poseidon stood hugging each other as usual. Their figures were looming in the morning mist, like an elegant ink painting.

However, this peaceful scene was disturbed by a cold female voice.

"Humph, you are so free."

The sound was like a cold current from a glacier, biting and cold, causing the surrounding air to freeze.

Qin Shou heard this familiar voice, but his heart was calm. He smiled gently and turned to look at the uninvited beautiful woman with a stern face.

Her figure in the morning light was like a blooming ice lotus, cold, elegant and noble.

Qin Shou stretched out his hand, his smile full of warmth: "Bibi Dong, you came at the right time. I was just thinking about you."

He really didn't lie about this. Since Bo Saixi had mentioned the idea of ​​leaving again in the morning, he was thinking about whether he should take some time to go to Wuhun City.

Qin Shou's low and magnetic voice was like a spring breeze, gently blowing across Bibi Dong's heart, bringing a long-lost warmth.

The sincerity and concern revealed in this tenderness made her heart tremble slightly, as if being gently touched by something, causing a series of ripples.

She looked up and her eyes fell on the hand Qin Shou stretched out. The hand was slender and powerful, as if it could hold the whole world.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, including surprise, confusion, and a hint of indescribable complexity.

The person who came was none other than the current Pope, Bibi Dong, whom Xue Qinghe hated.

The other party's appearance at this moment was not accidental, but driven by a deep bond.

The source of this bond was Yu Xiaogang, who was let go by Liu Erlong.

This former traitor of the Spirit Hall is now once again trying to flatter his former lover.

After gaining his freedom, Yu Xiaogang left Tiandou City as soon as possible. His heart was filled with hatred towards Qin Shou and desire for revenge.

He traveled day and night, riding his horse non-stop, as if an invisible force was pushing him forward.

He had only one goal in mind - Wuhun City, the place he had thought he would never go to again.

It was because of Yu Xiaogang's urgency that Bibi Dong arrived so quickly.