Douluo: This Qian Renxue is too cautious

Chapter 3 Young Master, what are you doing, Young Master!

Another month has passed.

In the worship hall where no one was disturbing, Qian Renxue was training in full swing.

Qingluan Douluo, who was secretly observing, finally couldn't sit still.

"Young master! What are you doing, young master!!"

In this month, he witnessed the young master ruthlessly expand the 'a day's training volume' he had set previously from ten times a day to twenty times.

This is still a child who is only six years old?
You call this only six years old? !
The bloodline of the Seraphim Martial Soul is so terrifying?
But the Chihiroji he watched growing up was obviously not like this?
How to do?
The situation in the Young Master's training is getting more and more outrageous. Should he go and inform the Great Enshrinement?
Help!Who can give him a reference!He is really in a hurry!
……

Finally, another week later.

Because of the Pope's summons, Qian Daoliu left the country and prepared to take Qian Renxue to the Pope's Palace.

Only then did Qingluan Douluo be freed from the secret observation and protection post of memorizing small notebooks and trembling hands.

After being disturbed by Guan Yue, who was in charge of interrogating the Pope, Qian Daoliu realized that he had been meditating for more than two months.

"Qingluan didn't call me?"

Qian Daoliu knew that Qingluan was different from the always unreliable Guangling.

If he didn't come and tell himself during this period, then it wasn't that he was lazy and sabotage, but that Xiaoxue really... just trained hard for more than two months.

"What training is more important than obtaining a soul ring and continuing to practice?"

From his point of view, Qian Renxue's wave was a bit of a waste of time.

It just so happened that Pope Bibi Dong was also here to inquire about this matter, and it was a good thing to take this opportunity to make Qian Renxue realize that she was on the edge of a corner.

But... In this way, their already bad mother-child relationship...

Qian Daoliu sighed again when he thought of Pope Bibi Dong.

The pain of losing a son, the revenge of killing a son, why didn't he have it?
just,

As the only major offering to the God of the Angel of Justice, his initial disregard after knowing the truth of the matter was already the greatest blasphemy to the God he served.

What's more, Bibi Dong is extremely talented and is responsible for the glorious future of Wuhun Palace.

How could he disobey the justice he served, deceive his own conscience, and harm the victim again?

He hopes that Bibidong and Qian Renxue can maintain a good mother-daughter relationship, and that Qian Renxue can have a happy childhood like children in ordinary families.

But between them was his son who died so tragically that he could not even reincarnate his soul, which made Qian Daoliu reluctant to let go, and pushed his only granddaughter to recognize this father-killer and enemy as her mother.

"God... how should I think about this child... what is the right thing to do."

In the magnificent corridor of the temple, under the shadow of the gorgeous colorful windows that were deserted, the hunched and sighing figure of the peerless Douluo who was supposed to be supreme was actually no different from an ordinary lonely old man.

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"Xiaoxue? Wash up and I'll take you to the Pope's Palace. She summoned you for something."

Qian Daoliu came to the hall occupied by Qian Renxue for training, and shouted to Qian Renxue who was doing push-ups.

"Okay Grandpa, wait for me for another half an hour, my training will be over soon."

"……OK."

Afterwards, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, standing next to Qingluan Douluo who concealed his figure, watching Qian Renxue doing training together.

One hundred push-ups, followed by one hundred sit-ups and squats...and finally running?

Is this kind of training, training for more than two months? ?
Looking at it like this, Qian Daoliu shifted his dissatisfied gaze to Qingluan Douluo beside him.

That look means nothing more than that, so you don't stop?Can't stop and don't tell me?Are you more stupid than Guangling?

Qingluan Douluo, who completely understood Qian Daoliu's eyes, called out his grievances at this moment. He hurriedly picked up the small notebook he had recorded, and started to report (complain) to Qian Daoliuhui (crying) from the first page. up.

……

"What?? You mean, Xiaoxue has to do twenty sets of this kind of training a day now???"

"Yes... great offering.

The young master is re-challenging her limits in weekly training, and her physical strength has also been strengthened in a terrifying manner.

I……"

I don’t know whether I should stop it or not!We have never seen this scene before!
|*A`)

Seeing Qingluan Douluo's indescribable expression, Qian Daoliu knew that his accusation just now was hasty.

He patted Qingluan Douluo's shoulder to express his comfort and apology, and asked again,

"Is there any health problem?"

Qingluan Douluo leaned over again, and replied cautiously,
"Under this high-load exercise, the young master's body is completely unaffected.

Although it benefits from the repair and nourishment of the medicinal bath, this is completely unreasonable.

But considering that the young master has the bloodline of the seraphim martial soul..."

Before Qingluan Douluo finished speaking, Qian Daoliu waved his hand to interrupt,
"I'm also a seraph martial soul."

"Ah this..."

Qian Daoliu's implication was that he would never have been so outrageous when he was six years old.

"Could it be... the one over the Pope's Palace...?"

"It's not impossible."

"..."

The speculation between the two stopped instantly when they talked about that woman.

The matter of that woman was placed in the enshrinement hall, and it was always the end of the conversation.

She used to be a student of the Pope who took good care of the shrine.

It's just that incident...

But now that his status had changed, Bibi Dong, who held power as the Pope and had greater ambitions, also began to check and balance the power of the Shrine Hall.

Whenever Pope Bibi Dong was mentioned during the meeting, Golden Crocodile Douluo would smash a few tables before giving up.

While Qingluan Douluo and Qian Daoliu remained silent and pondering, the efficient Qian Renxue had already finished a set of training quickly, washed and changed at the speed of light, and appeared in front of them in a well-dressed manner.

"Grandpa~ I'm ready~"

Qian Renxue changed out of the large t-shirt and shorts that were convenient for sports, and put on the unique white robe of the Wuhun Temple, which is edged with gold thread and embroidered with patterns of wings.

In the Wuhun Temple, there are only two people who can wear the angel's wing robe like this.

One is Qian Daoliu, and the other is Qian Renxue.

The blonde waist-length hair was combed and tied into a neat ponytail.

The clean and clear blue eyes, coupled with the baby's fat cheeks that have not completely disappeared, make people want to pinch two red marks on her face before they stop.

With this in mind, Qian Daoliu did the same thing.

As for the love of his granddaughter, if he was called the second in the world, no one would dare to say that he was the first.

"Haha, Xiaoxue's face is so nervous that she's going to see the Pope?"

Qian Renxue knew that Qian Daoliu was afraid that she would lose her temper like before and not want to see the Pope, so she was diverting her attention.

At this time, Grandpa's acting skills, in her opinion, were extremely clumsy, but she had a magical power that made her addicted.

Qian Renxue pouted her lips very cooperatively, pinched her waist, and said fiercely to Qian Daoliu,
"No! I'm not nervous! It was clearly Grandpa who pinched me!! Grandpa Qingluan saw it!"

Hearing his granddaughter's vigorous rebuttal, the smile on Qian Daoliu's face became wider. He turned his head and asked in a serious and doubtful tone,

"Oh really? Qingluan, have you seen it?"

"Ah this..." Qingluan Douluo, who was suddenly called out, was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue continued to act arrogantly with her finishing blow,
"Grandpa Qingluan, don't be afraid, tell the truth! I will make the decision for you!"

"Yes, tell the truth, can my great priest decide for you?"

Little Lord?Great offering?

Do you feel that my life is an eyesore?

Is it wrong to breathe too? TAT
For a while, Qingluan really missed those days when Guangling was there.

Because as long as this is the case, it will be Guang Ling who is unlucky, not him.

(End of this chapter)