Chapter 80: Fetching Water with a Basket, Wanting Qian Renjue to Become the Son of God
Three days have passed since the battle between Spirit Hall and Haotian Sect.

In the southwest of Tiandou Empire.

The border of Fasno Province bordering the Xing Luo Empire and the Star Forest.

A stout but frail man walked out of the tavern.

Listening to the discussions of people around him, his pale face was filled with sadness and hatred.

Flowing with tears in my eyes.

His beard is untidy, and he seems to have experienced a lot.

Carrying a bottle of cheap beer in his hand, he staggered out of the town.

Randomly poured drinks
It dripped down along his stubble and onto the head of the baby in his arms.

It rolled down the small face to the corners of the eyes and the corners of the mouth.

The child blinked his stinging eyes and pursed his lips to suppress the bitterness.
Even if the mind is mature.

But I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Woooooa ...

Listening to the child's crying, Tang Hao became even more irritated and kept swallowing.
The wine dripped onto the baby's head.

Tang Hao doesn't care
"From now on, you will be called Tang San. We are father and son. Life and death are determined by fate."

The hoarse voice echoed in the wilderness with the breeze.

The figures of the father and son passed by a road sign with the word "Holy Soul" engraved on it.

Integrate into the small village outside the city.

Tang Hao knows
He had lost, lost everything.

Ah Yin sacrificed himself, his biological father died, the sect was damaged, and he was seriously injured!
He, the young sect leader, has become the disgrace of the sect.

Trying to carry water with a bamboo basket will eventually break the basket!
A little light shone on Tang Hao and his son, who were in tears.

That is the rising sun in the east.

……

Wuhun City.

Qian Renjue sat on the steps in front of the door, reading a book and absorbing knowledge.

My mind is struggling with the system.
Something I haven’t had time to think about recently, so where did the placenta go?
Qian Renxue sat quietly beside him.

She was wearing a white long dress and holding Qian Renjue's arm.

Lean on his shoulder.

Looking at the book that had not been turned for a long time, he raised his eyebrows.

Turning his head, he asked with a breath as sweet as orchid:
"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.
He responded hesitantly.

"I didn't think anything of it."

"Really."

Qian Renxue looked at the slightly red face and evasive eyes, and pursed her lips.
Raise your hands and hold that smooth and delicate face.

He rubbed it and asked softly with concern: "Do you want to see your mother?"

"Sister, please don't press on me."

Qian Renjue leaned back and tilted his body back to prevent himself from lying on the steps.

"It's okay, I'll wash it for you."

Qian Renxue looked at her brother who dared to resist her, increased her strength, pinched his face and pushed him down.

Qian Renjue lay on the steps and rolled his eyes.

"what"

There was a long-lost smile on Qian Renxue's face, and she leaned in Qian Renjue's arms with a chuckle.

"Sister has been acting a little strange these past few days."

Qian Renjue curled his lips and put the book over Qian Renxue's face to block the light for her.

"That's not the case."

Qian Renxue whispered softly.

I put my hand on Qian Renjue’s chest and feel his heartbeat.

She just wanted to spend some time with Qian Renjue before going on a long journey.

A gentle voice came from under the book.

"You haven't answered your sister yet, do you want to go see mom?"

Qian Renxue was in mixed feelings.

But I hope to hear Qian Renjue say where he wants to go.

Qian Renjue looked up at the eaves.

Ne Ne said: "Sister, Grandpa won't let me go."

Qian Renxue took the book, supported herself on Qian Renjue's chest, and raised her head.

Rourou said, "I can take you there secretly. If you get caught, it will be my fault."

Qianren was staring intently.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head: "No, I listen to Grandpa."

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, then she felt relieved.

She leaned over again, whispered softly into Qian Renjue's ear, and said:

"That's fine too."

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 Bibidong Courtyard, he believed.

The decision was made by Qian Daoliu, who had communicated with Qian Xunji.

is the most suitable.

Even if he had guesses, they were just guesses.

……

When Qian Renjue looked towards where Bibi Dong was, Bibi Dong was already looking forward to it.

He sat blankly in the place where Qian Renjue usually sat under the pavilion.

His clothes were disheveled and stained with blood.

After retreating from the battlefield, there was no cleaning up.

His hair was messy, his face was pale, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

Even if he was injured, he didn't get any treatment.
He looked a little nervous, staring blankly in the direction of the courtyard gate.

For a moment, the whole person looked haggard.

There was a ray of light in the darkness, but it felt like it was taken away by myself.

Bibi Dong was in agony.

With a gloomy and chaotic murderous aura, he would be easily provoked.
Then the last string will be broken.

suddenly.

In the sunlight before my eyes.
A little peace appeared, and an aura that made her feel uncomfortable appeared.

"Why didn't you come back as ordered?"

Qian Daoliu's voice sounded, and a golden figure slowly walked out of the yard.

hear sounds
Bibi Dong came back to her senses and looked up at the person who came.

There was self-mockery and sadness on his face.

hoarse voice.

"What would a murderer like me do in such a situation?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Tears welled up in his eyes again, and he smiled bitterly, "They don't want to see me anymore."

"..."

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.

He looked at Bibi Dong deeply and no longer cared about those trivial matters.

Said bluntly:
"The Elders' Hall has passed a resolution that you will be in charge of the Pope's Hall from now on."

The tears flowed to my cheeks and suddenly stopped.

Bibi Dong was stunned.

He raised his eyes and stared at Qian Daoliu, and his originally dead heart became lively again.

Looking at the silent Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu frowned and asked, "What do you think?"

Bibi Dong stopped crying and nodded nervously.

"Ok, Ok."

Qian Daoliu frowned, his eyes fierce.

He warned in a deep voice:
"Before this, I want to warn you that the Spirit Hall belongs to the Qian family!"

There was a chilling and murderous aura in his words.

If Bibi Dong does something disloyal again, Qian Daoliu will definitely not show mercy!
"I am clear!"

"I will do my best to make the Spirit Hall develop better! Then I will hand it over to Xue'er and the others."

Bibi Dong clenched her fists and spoke firmly.

Without waiting for Qian Daoliu's response
Bibi Dong lowered her eyes again and tears began to fall.

There seemed to be a hint of pleading in the trembling voice.

"But I have one condition."

"condition?"

There was surprise in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Bibi Dong raised her head and her red lips opened and closed with difficulty.

He said anxiously, "I want him to be the Holy Son of the Pope's Palace!"

Hear the words.

Qian Daoliu was stunned.

He frowned and looked at Bibidong.
Thinking about gains and losses.

This also seems to be a way to ensure the final ownership of the Spirit Hall.

At the same time, it can also provide a cover for Qian Renxue's existence.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu nervously.

He assured in a hurry: "If Jue becomes the Holy Son, I will definitely protect him."

"can!"

Bibi Dong hadn't finished speaking.

Qian Daoliu agreed immediately.

　I wish you all a happy life!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)