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.
Is this a child who is only six years old?
You call this only six years old? !
Is the Seraph Martial Spirit bloodline so terrifying?
But the Chihiroji he watched growing up was obviously not like this?
what 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! Can anyone 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.
This freed Qingluan Douluo from his position of secret observation and protection from taking notes in small notebooks to trembling hands.
After being disturbed by Guan Yue, who was responsible for summoning the Pope, Qian Daoliu realized that he had been practicing meditation for more than two months.
"Qingluan didn't call me?"
Qian Daoliu knew that Qingluan was different from Guang Ling, who had always been unreliable.
If he didn't come and didn't tell me during this period, it wouldn't be that he was lazy or passive at work, but that Xiaoxue had really... trained hard like this for more than two months.
"What training is more important than obtaining a soul ring and continuing to practice?"
In his opinion, Qian Renxue's current situation is a bit of a waste of time.
It happened that Pope Bibi Dong also came to inquire about this matter, and it was a good thing to take this opportunity to make Qian Renxue realize that she had gotten into trouble.
But... As a result, their already bad mother-son relationship...
Qian Daoliu sighed again when he thought of Pope Bibi Dong.
Didn't he feel the pain of losing his son and the hatred of his son?
only,
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 Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue can maintain a good mother-daughter relationship, and that Qian Renxue can live a happy and fulfilling childhood like children from ordinary families.
But between them was his son who died so tragically that his soul could not be reincarnated. This made Qian Daoliu reluctant to do anything and personally push his only granddaughter to recognize this father-killing enemy as her mother.
"God...how should I think about this child...what should I do in the right way?"
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, just wait for me for another half hour. I will finish this training soon."
"……OK."
Afterwards, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his hands, standing next to Qingluan Douluo who had hidden his figure, and watched Qian Renxue 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 moved his dissatisfied gaze to Qingluan Douluo aside.
That look in his eyes means nothing more than that, so you won’t stop him? You can't stop it and don't tell me? Are you stupider than Guang Ling?
Qingluan Douluo, who completely understood the look in Qian Daoliu's eyes, immediately cried out that he was wronged. He quickly picked up the small notebook he had recorded, opened it from the first page and began to cry (cry) to Qian Daoliu. got up.
…
"What?? You mean, Xiaoxue has to do twenty sets of this kind of training a day now???"
“Yes… a big offering.
The young master's weekly training is re-challenging her own limits, and her physical strength is also strengthening in a terrifying manner.
I……"
I don’t know whether I should stop it or not! We have never seen this scene before!
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Seeing Qingluan Douluo's expression that was hard to explain, Qian Daoliu knew that his accusation just now was careless.
He patted Qingluan Douluo's shoulder to express comfort and apology, and asked again,
"Are you feeling well?"
Qingluan Douluo leaned forward again and replied cautiously,
"Young Master's body is not affected at all under such high-load exercise.
Although it benefits from the repair and nourishment of the medicinal bath, this is completely unreasonable.
However, considering that Young Master, she has the bloodline of the Seraphim spirit..."
Before Qingluan Douluo could finish speaking, Qian Daoliu waved his hand and interrupted,
"I am also a Seraph Martial Spirit."
"Ah this..."
Qian Daoliu's implication was that he would never have been so outrageous when he was six years old.
"Could it be... from the Pope's Palace...?"
"It's not impossible."
"..."
Their speculations came to an end when they talked about the woman.
The matter of that woman was placed in the enshrinement hall, and it was always the end of the conversation.
She was once a student of the Pope who was cared for by the enshrinement hall.
It's just that incident...
But now that his identity has changed, Bibi Dong, who holds power as the pope and has greater ambitions, has also begun to check and balance the power of the enshrinement hall.
Whenever Pope Bibi Dong was mentioned in meetings, Golden Crocodile Douluo would always break several tables before he would give up.
While Qingluan Douluo and Qian Daoliu remained silent and thoughtful, the efficient Qian Renxue had already finished a set of training at an accelerated pace, washed up and changed her clothes at the speed of light, and appeared in front of them in a well-groomed manner.
"Grandpa~ I'm ready~"
Qian Renxue changed out of the large T-shirt and shorts that were convenient for movement, and put on Wuhundian's characteristic white robe with gold thread trim and embroidered with wing patterns.
In the Wuhun Palace, there are only two people who can wear divine robes with angel wings like this.
One is Qian Daoliu and the other is Qian Renxue.
Her blond, 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.
Regarding his granddaughter's favor, if he calls him second in the world, no one will dare to call him first.
"Haha, Xiaoxue's face is so nervous that she's going to see the Pope?"
Qian Renxue knew that Qian Daoliu was trying to divert her attention because she was afraid that she would lose her temper and not want to see the Pope like before.
At this time, although grandpa's acting skills were extremely clumsy in her opinion, she had a kind of magic that made her addicted.
Qian Renxue pouted in a very cooperative manner, 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 energetic rebuttal, Qian Daoliu's smile grew even stronger. He turned around and asked in a serious and doubtful tone,
"Oh, really? Qingluan, have you seen it?"
"Ah this..." Qingluan Douluo was suddenly speechless and didn't know how to answer.
Seeing this, Qian Renxue continued to act arrogantly,
"Grandpa Qingluan, don't be afraid, tell the truth! I will make the decision for you!"
"Yes, tell the truth. Can I, a great minister, still make the decision for you?"
Little Lord? Big offering?
Do you think me being alive is an eyesore?
Is it wrong to pant? TAT
For a moment, Qingluan really missed those days when Guang Ling was around.
Because as long as this happens, Guang Ling will be the unlucky one, not him.
