Douluo: This Qian Renxue is too cautious

Chapter 20 It’s really...like a joke

After appeasing Qian Renxue, Bibidong personally sent her outside the door and handed her over to Elder Gu Zhijiu who had been in charge of escorting and escorting her.

Afterwards, she turned around and said angrily to Hu Liena who was sitting there blankly,
"You also go back."

"As ordered..."

Hu Liena picked up the book and left the meeting room that made her feel suffocated.

After running all the way to the small courtyard where the children adopted by the Wuhun Temple lived, Hu Liena threw the books on the ground, squatted on the spot and burst into tears.

Why……

Why is this happening?

She obviously heard that the Pope was planning to accept her as a disciple and adopted daughter, but why...

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On the other side, Bibi Dong, who was sitting alone in the meeting hall, raised her hand and slowly stroked the "Ten Core Competencies of Martial Arts" that had been re-copied in hardcover.

She opened the book and slowly read the preface on the first page.

[Truth is always in the hands of a few.

And until they are verified, I am willing to endure the criticism and doubts of the world.

It is my only regret in this life that I failed to announce to the world the core competitiveness of the ten martial arts that I have studied all my life.

——Yu Xiaogang]

When Bibi Dong saw this foreword full of helplessness and frustration, what was she thinking in her heart?
It's guilt and apology.

She thought at the time that the only thing she could do was to try her best to keep this research in the Wuhun Temple, so as to rectify his name someday in the future.

"..."

Why, she would have such a ridiculous idea.

With such doubts, Bibi Dong continued to read.

【table of Contents】

[The top ten core competitiveness of martial arts, the first one is that the innate soul power is directly proportional to the intensity of the martial soul]

[The core competitiveness of the top ten martial arts, the second article, there are no waste martial arts in the world, only soul masters who don't work hard]

"..."

The first two alone are already in conflict with each other.

Since the first article gives strength value to martial souls, there must be differences between strong and weak, geniuses and losers.

How hard should a martial soul who is born without soul power work hard to become a 'good' soul master?
If there are only soul masters who don't work hard, then what is he who is still a great soul master after middle age...?
Taking credit for other people's research as your own.

Advertised as a depressed person, but never thought of finding the reason from himself.

He is not good at words, but why does he meet frequently with himself who is a saint.

I used to think that it was all a bit of fate, but now in retrospect, it is full of loopholes.

And what she heard about it a few years ago, she wanted to marry her cousin and ran away after knowing the truth...

"Hehehe..."

Bibi Dong shut the book abruptly, and smiled while touching her forehead.

She smiled more and more freely and unscrupulously, and at the same time tears slowly fell from her eyes.

"It's... like a joke."

Her life, her so-called feelings and sincerity, her waiting, her silence, her patience...

She is Bibi Dong, the second twin martial soul on the Douluo Continent, the first peerless powerhouse who raised her twin martial soul to the peak Douluo realm, and the youngest first female pope in the history of the Spirit Hall.

When did she become so ridiculous?

Accompanied by a sentence of questioning, the sound like a broken mirror became more and more deafening.

There was a sudden loud bang, and violent fluctuations that even caused Bibi Dong's seven orifices to bleed were dispersed from the inside of her body.

Although he was seriously injured, at this moment Bibi Dong felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

At the moment when her majestic mental strength made her feel in a trance,
Bibidong recalled the difficult time when she was an orphan,

She thought of the days when she had no food to eat but insisted on eavesdropping and practicing outside the wall of the bookstore in the next village before joining the Wuhun Temple.

She recalled the day when she overcame all opinions and became the undisputed candidate for the saint, and she also recalled the day when she got revenge and climbed to the top of the Pope's Palace with full of hatred.

She even remembered the day when she waited day after day to obtain the most perfect soul ring, and finally found the right time to win the 10-year-old Death Spider Emperor a year later...

"Yes, this is you, Bibi Dong."

She coughed out the blood stuck in her throat, and said to herself in a hoarse voice.

In order to achieve your goal, you must do whatever it takes and do your best. In order to prove yourself and to get everything you once looked up to, you must keep pace with them, even the gods who are above you.

Bibi Dong took a slow, deep breath. The trauma she suffered earlier was slowly recovering under the influence of her soul ring.

"It seems that I can no longer ignore this fate."

Her intricate feelings for Qian Renxue cannot be separated from Qian Xunji's evil deeds, but even more inseparable from the evil thoughts released to her by God Rakshasa all the time.

But grief, evil thoughts, death, these things that are supposed to be the means of soul power, when can they start to crawl on her head unscrupulously, influencing her thoughts and her life?

The things that exist in her body should not try to rebel, she is the master of this power, even God is no exception.

From now on, she will use her own eyes to examine the relationship between her and her daughter Qian Renxue, and use her own heart to feel the emotion she wants to build with Qian Renxue.

Instead of being manipulated by the evil god like a puppet, she was bewitched by the unknown being that she broke free just now.

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On the other side, Qian Renxue was taken back to the worship hall by Gu Zhi in a daze.

Her rare dull look instantly attracted Qian Daoliu's attention and concern.

"Xiaoxue...you, what's the matter? Is there something sad?"

Qian Daoliu hurriedly squatted next to Qian Renxue, hugged her as if she had lost her soul, patted her back gently, and asked with concern.

"..."

"But did the Pope bully you? Did she threaten you? Or beat you? Did she really do something to you?!!!"

Qian Daoliu's increasingly anxious tone called Qian Renxue out of her sluggishness.

Seeing Qian Daoliu suddenly burst into anger, she quickly explained,

"It's not such a grandpa."

"What happened? But can you tell grandpa?"

"of course can."

Qian Renxue nodded obediently, but when she thought about what to say next, she was still a little shy,

"It's...it's the pope...it's my mother...suddenly she called me Xiaoxue."

boom--

A pillar in the enshrinement hall suddenly collapsed, and the shocked Golden Crocodile Douluo who was hidden behind the pillar before slowly appeared in the smoke and dust.

"When...is this really the case?"

Looking at Qian Daoliu who showed a dumbfounded expression in front of her, and then at the Golden Crocodile Douluo who was behind the pillar without Cang Zhu, Qian Renxue felt her cheeks suddenly warm up and panicked, which made Qian Renxue Can't help coquettishly said,
"Grandpa, why are you all like this!!"

(End of this chapter)