Chapter 13 Bibi Dong’s nightmare, the child from the past comes for revenge
"You have a bit of a mess here, let me sort it out for you."
Although Qian Renxue did not refuse, Xue Tianyu still felt that he should explain.
"Thank you."
Qian Renxue imitated Xue Tianyu's tone just now and said to the bartender.
This vivid imitation made Xue Tianyu laugh out loud.
Looking at Xue Tianyu's smile, Qian Renxue also felt as if she had been cured.
Ever since she was little, she has always felt awkward when seeing other people's smiles.
She has never felt happiness herself, so she doesn't understand why some people like to laugh.
Isn't laughter a way to disguise one's emotions?
This kind of pretense is very tiring.
However, it wasn't until she met Xue Tianyu that she realized for the first time that laughter could be sincere.
That is to say, Qian Renxue learned to smile happily in front of Xue Tianyu.
This is also the first time she is really happy.
Only around Xue Tianyu, she felt like a family.
Very comfortable and relaxing.
So as long as she is unhappy, she will immediately want to see Xue Tianyu.
It was as if Xue Tianyu was the magic medicine to cure her heart ailments.
And Xue Tianyu, no matter what she does, as long as she stays by her side, she will be very satisfied.
Qian Renxue didn't know why this happened, but she gradually became dependent on this feeling.
"I am leading the team this time just to win the championship." Xue Tianyu raised his wine glass, "The next time I drink, I should wait until I win the championship."
"If you encounter the Wuhun Palace team, don't hold back, just fight as you want." Qian Renxue and Xue Tianyu clinked a glass, then raised their heads and drank it down.
"When you win the championship, we will drink for three days and three nights to celebrate for you!"
Xue Tianyu also drank the whole drink, "Definitely."
Qian Renxue rolled her slightly drunken eyes and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
This time, the team participating in Wuhun Palace was personally trained by Bibi Dong, a golden generation that carries all her pride.
Qian Renxue was looking forward to seeing how beautiful the expression on that woman's proud golden generation would be when she was hung up and beaten by Xue Tianyu!
How would she feel when her pride was crushed in front of her?
Thinking of this, Qian Renxue was in a good mood and directly waved to the bartender.
"Here, refill our ten glasses!"
The bartender approached dumbfounded, "Why are you so happy?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I have to cherish the days of drinking with Tianyu." Qian Renxue did not hide her happiness.
Xue Tianyu shrugged helplessly.
"It's okay, just serve the wine."
Since his sister was in high spirits, he could only have a few more drinks with her.
……
night.
Wuhun City.
The Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong has fallen asleep.
Although his eyes were closed tightly, his brows seemed to be pulled up, and his face was full of disbelief.
"No...impossible..."
"You are already dead!"
In her dream, she dreamed of her son who was strangled to death at birth.
Could it be that because of the deep resentment, he turned into a resentful spirit and came to seek his life?
In Bibi Dong's dream, she was originally holding a baby boy in her arms, but in the blink of an eye, the baby boy's neck was broken, and his whole body began to turn frosty.
She was so frightened that she threw the baby boy far away.
However, no matter how far she threw him, the baby boy would always teleport behind her, crying and grabbing her skirt.
Then he looked at Bibi Dong's eyes, which were sunken, and dark blood spurted out from her eye sockets.
"Yeah..."
"Mom~~"
At first, the baby boy would still make normal sounds, but as the black water appeared, his sounds became extremely terrifying and hateful.
"Mom...why do you want to kill me, why do you want to kill me!"
"Kill to pay with life!" "Take life!"
Bibi Dong in the dream seemed to be bound by something. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of this resentful baby.
"You're dead! Don't bother me!"
Bibi Dong roared and slapped the baby who was rushing toward him with black blood all over his body.
"Bang!"
The sound of broken ceramics made Bibi Dong wake up.
Having nightmares again?
"Hiss...hiss..."
Bibi Dong sat up, and the cold sweat she shed in her nightmare was everywhere her palms touched.
The cold sweat soaked her quilt, making her whole body feel cold.
The slap she just gave broke the decorative porcelain jar next to the bed.
Everything in the dream is so real.
So much so that even now that Bibi Dong is awake, she still has lingering fears.
"Absolutely impossible, he is already dead, I strangled him to death with my own hands!"
Bibi Dong gasped and kept mumbling to herself.
It had been a long time since she had become pope, and she hadn't had this palpitating feeling.
At the beginning, if I had kept that son’s life, would it have been...
Recalling her original choice, Bibi Dong felt a thorn in her heart.
Do you regret it?
Maybe a little.
After all, it was meat that fell from his own body.
If we could go back in time and do everything over again...
Bibi Dong felt her heartbeat and took a deep breath.
Even if it happens again, she will still strangle him to death!
So what if you regret it?
Only the death of his son would be his revenge!
Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's eyes gradually became firm.
Yes, she did nothing wrong at the beginning.
I still have nightmares like this now, but it’s just my own conscience that is causing trouble.
She has already lost Xiaogang, and her heart should have died long ago!
It's still late at night, and since I can't sleep, there's no need to sleep.
She got up with cold eyes, put on the papal robe and left the palace.
………
Wuhun City, Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu is praying to the angel statue for the last time today.
However, when he just clasped his hands together, the angel statue lit up with a faint golden light.
This layer of shimmering light will shine on Qian Daoliu's body and give him a warm feeling.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Qian Daoliu frowned.
He has not established a connection with the angel gods. Under normal circumstances, the angel gods will not respond in any way to his routine prayers.
The angel statue lit up today. It could only be that the angel god had something to do with him!
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu quickly knelt down in front of the angel statue devoutly.
"God, do you have any instructions for your devout followers?"
Sure enough, after he asked the question, the familiar voice of the angel god slowly appeared in his mind.
"Find...the successor to the angelic throne..."
"As soon as possible..."
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
The successors to the throne of angels have always been members of their Qian family, and there was no need to look for them in previous years.
They are all passed down from generation to generation.
But now the generation that Qian Renxue should inherit has a problem.
Someone has cut off the position of the successor to the throne of angels.
It's just that Qian Daoliu has been searching for so many years and still doesn't know who this person is...
(End of chapter)