Chapter 80: Fetching water from a bamboo basket, asking Qian Renjue to be the Holy Son
Three days have passed since the battle between Wuhun Palace and Haotian Sect.
In the southwest of the Tiandou Empire.
The border of Fasno Province bordering the Star Luo Empire and the Star Dou Forest.
A strong and frail man walked out of the tavern.
Listening to the discussions of the people around him, there was grief and hatred on his pale face.
Full of tears.
The unshaven beard looks like he has experienced many vicissitudes of life.
With low-quality ale in hand, he staggered towards the outskirts of the town.
Drinks poured freely
Along the stubble, it dripped onto the head of the swaddled baby in his arms.
Follow the small face and roll down to the corners of the eyes and mouth.
The child blinked his stinging eyes and pursed his lips with bitterness.
Even with a mature mind.
But he couldn't help crying.
“Wow.!”
Listening to the child’s cry, Tang Hao felt even more irritated and kept swallowing.
The dripping wine poured on the baby top of head.
Tang Hao doesn't care
"From now on, you can call me Tang San. Our father and son will live and die according to our fate."
The hoarse voice echoed in the wilderness with the breeze.
The figures of the father and son passed by the street sign engraved with 'Holy Soul'.
Integrate into the small village outside the city.
Tang Hao knows
He has lost, lost everything.
A Yin sacrificed, his biological father died, the sect was injured, and he was seriously injured!
He, the young sect leader, has become a shame to the sect.
Fetching water from a bamboo basket, even the basket broke!
A little light shone on Tang Hao and his son who were in tears.
That is the rising sun.
……
Martial Spirit City.
Qian Renjue was sitting on the front steps, reading books and absorbing knowledge.
But my mind is struggling with the system
Things that I have no time to think about in this short period of time, where is the placenta?
Qian Renxue sat quietly next to him.
Wearing a long white dress, she held Qian Renjue's arm.
Lean on his shoulder.
Looking at the book that had not been opened for a long time, he raised his eyebrows.
Turns his head, exhales like blue, and asks:
"Jue, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah? Sister."
Qian Renjue turned around in a daze, looking at the bright eyes and white teeth in front of him.
< br>Responded hesitantly.
"I didn't think about anything."
"That's right."
Qian Renxue looked at the slightly red face, her eyes evasive, and pursed her lips
Raise your hands to hold that smooth and delicate face.
After rubbing it, he asked softly with concern: "Do you want to see your mother?"
"Sister, don't press me over here."
Qian Renjue fell back, leaning up to prevent himself from lying on the steps.
"It's okay, sister, let me wash you."
Qian Renxue looked at her younger brother who dared to resist her, increased her strength, pinched her face and lowered him down.
Qian Renjue lay on the steps and rolled his eyes.
"Ha"
Qian Renxue had a long-lost smile on her face, and she leaned into Qian Renjue's arms with a chuckle.
"Sister, I've been a little strange these days."
Qian Renjue curled her lips and covered Qian Renxue's face with a book to shield her from the light.
“It’s nothing”
Qian Renxue murmured softly.
Put your hands on Qian Renjue's chest and feel the heartbeat.
She just wanted to spend time with Qian Renjue before she left for a long journey.
A gentle voice came from under the book.
“You haven’t answered sister yet, do you want to see your mother?”
Qian Renxue’s mood was complicated.
But I hope to hear Qian Renjue’s answer about where she wants to go.
Qian Renjue raised his head and looked at the eaves.
Nerrantly said: "Sister, grandpa won't let me go."
Qian Renxue took down the book, held Qian Renjue's chest, and raised her head.
Rou Judao: "Sister, I can secretly take you there. If you catch me, it's your sister's fault."
Qian Ren absolutely watched.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head: "No, I listen to grandpa."
Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then felt relieved.
He leaned forward again and leaned against Qian Renjue’s chest, saying faintly:
“That’s fine.”
Qian Renxue understands Qian Daoliu
The warm breeze blew and the courtyard became very quiet.
Qian Renjue turned his head and looked away.
That was the direction of Bibi Dong’s courtyard. He believes it.
It was up to Qian Daoliu, who had communicated with Qian Xunji, to make this decision.
is the most suitable.
Even if he had a guess, it was just a guess.
......
When Qian Renjue looked towards Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong was already looking forward to seeing her.
Sitting blankly under the pavilion where Qian Renjue usually sits.
The clothes were messy and stained with blood.
After finally retreating from the battlefield, there was no cleaning up.
His hair is messy, his face is bloodless, and he has dark circles under his eyes.
Even if there are injuries on the body, there is no treatment.
He looked a little nervous and stared blankly in the direction of the courtyard door.
For a time, the whole person felt quite haggard.
There is a ray of light in the darkness, and it feels like it has been drawn away by myself.
Made Bibi Dong miserable.
There is a depressed and chaotic murderous aura in his body, and as long as he is slightly stimulated
he will break the last string.
Suddenly.
Under the sunlight in front of her.
A little peace appeared, which made her feel uncomfortable.
“Why didn’t you obey the order and come back?”
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded, and the golden figure slowly walked outside the courtyard.
Hearing the sound
Bibi Dong came to his senses slightly and raised his eyes to look at the person.
There is self-mockery and sadness on his face.
Hoarse voice.
"In that case, what would I, a murderer, do back here?"
He finished his words.
His eyes were filled with tears again, and he smiled miserably: "They don't want to see me anymore."
"..."
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.
He took a deep look at Bibi Dong and stopped worrying about those trivial matters.
He said bluntly:
"After passing the resolution of the Presbyterian Hall, you will be in charge of the Pope's Hall from now on."
Tears came to the cheeks and suddenly stopped.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
Looking up and staring at Qian Daoliu, his originally dead heart became active again.
Looking at Bibi Dong who was silent.
Qian Daoliu frowned and asked, "What do you think?"
Bibi Dong stopped crying and nodded nervously.
“Yes, yes.”
Qian Daoliu frowned, his eyes stern.
He warned in a deep voice:
"Before, I want to warn you that Wuhun Palace belongs to Qianjia!"
The words were filled with a murderous spirit.
If Bibi Dong does something bad again, Qian Daoliu will never be merciful!
"I know!"
"I will try my best to make Wuhun Palace develop better! Then I will hand it over to Xue'er and the others"
Bibi Dong clenched her fists and spoke firmly.
Waiting for Qian Daoliu's response
Bibi Dong lowered his eyes again, and tears began to fall.
There seemed to be a little pleading in the trembling voice.
“But I have one more condition.”
“Condition?”
Qian Daoliu had surprise in his eyes.
Bibi Dong raised her head, opening and closing her red lips with difficulty.
He said anxiously: "I want him to be the Holy Son of the Pope!"
Hearing this.
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
Frowning and looking at each other with Bi Bidong.
Thinking about gains and losses.
This seems to be the way to ensure the final ownership of Wuhun Palace.
At the same time, it can also provide a cover for Qian Renxue’s existence.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu nervously.
He promised urgently: "If he is to become the Holy Son, I will definitely protect him."
"Yes!"
Bibi Dong didn't finish his words.
Qian Daoliu agreed immediately.
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)