Douluo: I became Tang San's sister and my dual martial spirits became gods

After saying that, Lingyuan Douluo swallowed his saliva and said, "Besides, young master, His Holiness the Pope was a level 95 powerful attack system Titled Douluo back then. Who could murder His Holiness the Pope without making any noise?"

Hearing this, Qian Shiye smiled faintly, glanced at Lingyuan Douluo, and said lightly, "Under normal circumstances, my father would not die quietly, but don't forget that he was injured at the time."

As he spoke, Qian Shiye turned his head and looked at Ling Yuan Douluo with sharp eyes.

The latter trembled slightly, and said uncomfortably, "Young Master, I don't understand what you mean by this."

Qian Shiye's hand exerted force gently, and Ling Yuan Douluo immediately felt a wave of discomfort. She trembled and said, "Young Master, spare my life, Young Master, spare my life."

"Tell me, who was the one who attacked my father? Since I'm here to ask you today, it means I know everything. When my father got into trouble, you were the one on duty outside."

Ling Yuan Douluo obviously hesitated for a moment, and after a while, he thought of something. He lowered his head and slowly said, "Young Master, I really don't know anything."

"You also know that I am one of the most loyal supporters of the former Pope. Over the years, I have always wanted to seek revenge on Haotian Douluo. If I were not really no match for Haotian Douluo, I would definitely..."

Before he could finish his words, Qian Shiye's hand became even stronger, with enough force to suffocate a person, and Lingyuan Douluo's body soon began to tremble violently.

"Young Master - Young Master, I really know nothing. It was His Majesty Haotian who killed the former Pope. Please understand." Lingyuan Douluo pleaded.

Qian Shiye's low and cold voice sounded, "I'll give you one last chance. How did my father die?"

"It was really His Majesty Haotian who killed the former Pope. I dare not deceive you, young master—"

"You're lying." Qian Shiye's hand tightened mercilessly as he spoke. Ling Yuan Douluo, a Titled Douluo-level warrior, let out intermittent whimpers from her throat, and then her head exploded in the man's hand.

After doing all this, Qian Shiye loosened his hand, and Lingyuan Douluo fell down instantly under the force. Qian Shiye took out a handkerchief with red spider lily embroidered on the corner from his waist, and wiped the blood clean with one finger at a time.

Then he folded the handkerchief neatly and put it away.

After tidying up, Qian Shiye looked up at Tang Nian, his lips slightly raised, and said, "Nian Nian, look, isn't this the head of a Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall?"

For some reason, Tang Nian always felt that Qian Shiye had an indescribable weirdness at this moment. His face was still cold, but the curve of his mouth was extremely subtle, as if he was trying to restrain something.

Tang Nian calmed himself down, and finally took a step forward to look at Qian Shiye, and said softly, "Thank you, Qian Shiye."

Qian Shiye raised his hand and touched Tang Nian's head with his clean hand from the beginning, and said gently, "Nian'an, don't think too much. I was planning to settle accounts with her after breaking through level 98. Now this is just a coincidence. You don't have to take it to heart."

Tang Nian stared at Qian Shiye for a long time without saying anything. At this moment, she didn't know what to say. She only knew that Qian Shiye was really doing this for her own good.

"Fool." Qian Shiye said with a faint smile, "Let's go back to the inn first. Now is not the time to leave the city."

The two of them wasted no time and headed towards the inn.

After just one hour, Ju Douluo felt a powerful force coming over his head again.

He thought about it and thought that Qian Shiye had finished his work. He breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a good thing. After so many years, the death of the former Pope will finally be made public.

There was still the same bed in the inn, and Tang Nian still didn't know where he should stand or where to put his hands.

She stood there, her whole body a little stiff. Qian Shiye saw her like that, walked forward and took off her hat, and looked over carefully. Tang Nian's little face was rosy, like a delicate and juicy red apple that had just been moistened by dew.

It looked so nice that one would want to take a bite. Qian Shiye's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after swallowing his saliva, he finally held back and did not do anything to Tang Nian.

He smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. You can sleep in tonight and I'll stay there for the night." Qian Shiye pointed to the sofa not far away.

The sofa was very short, at most about 1.8 meters, which did not match Qian Shiye's height of more than 2 meters.

Tang Nian hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Why don't you sleep in the bed with me tonight, but!"

Tang Nian pointed at the bed that was two and a half meters wide and said, "You sleep on your bed, and I sleep on mine. We agreed that you are not allowed to do anything."

Qian Shiye raised three fingers and said, "Thank you Nian Nian, I will definitely not do anything and behave properly."

There is no one who doesn't want to be in close contact with the one they love, and Qian Shiye is no exception. He is not a saint, he is just an ordinary person.

But even though I said that, it didn't feel that way when the two of them were actually lying in bed.

The room was dark, with only a faint moonlight shining through the window onto the two of them.

The breathing sounds of both of them were unusually clear in the silence. Qian Shiye tried to move his stiff legs, but accidentally touched Tang Nian's legs, making a slight noise.

Tang Nian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and continued to lie there stiffly.

Qian Shiye also became extremely stiff at this moment, and quickly said, "I didn't mean to do that."

As he said this, he quickly retracted his legs. The two of them turned their heads almost at the same time, and their eyes met. At that moment, a trace of panic flashed in their eyes almost at the same time.

Qian Shiye coughed lightly, and Tang Nian reached out and stroked the hair on his neck. When people are embarrassed, they always act like they are busy.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly depressing. Qian Shiye turned around, his eyes wandering in the darkness.

At this moment, Tang Nian felt that he was aware of Qian Shiye's gaze. Even in the dark, his cheeks flushed instantly.

She turned her head somewhat at a loss, and coincidentally, their eyes met like sparks and lightning.

People's breathing was synchronized, forming a tacit understanding in the darkness. The wind outside made the window creak, breaking the tranquility in the room.

Just as Tang Nian took her hand away from her hair and put it on the bed, her hand touched Qian Shiye's hand.

The electric shock-like feeling made both of them feel their heartbeats quicken and their breathing intertwined at the same time.