The golden light on Qian Renxue's body gradually dimmed.
The nine wings floating around her transformed into streams of light, disappearing into her brow.
The golden six-winged angel mark had calmed down.
Qian Renxue digested the information and opened her beautiful eyes, a hint of surprise in them.
The content of the divine trial seemed to have changed.
"Sister?"
Qian Renjue called out tentatively.
Qian Renxue snapped back to reality.
Looking at Qian Renjue and Qian Daoliu's concerned faces, a smile bloomed on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
As the words fell, Qian Renxue slowly retracted her spirit.
Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Renxue, the emotion in his eyes turning into affection.
"Xiaoxue, Grandpa is proud of you."
"Yes."
Qian Renxue nodded lightly.
Her expression was solemn, as if she had taken on a heavy responsibility.
"I won't let Grandpa down, definitely!"
Qian Renxue vowed firmly.
"Haha... Grandpa believes you will do it."
Qian Daoliu was greatly relieved.
The wait of countless generations of Qian family ancestors had finally yielded the opportunity to revive the glory of the angel.
"Sister will definitely do it."
Qian Renjue said with a grin, seeming even more confident than Qian Renxue herself.
"Heh."
Qian Renxue stared softly at Qian Renjue's smiling face, unable to get enough of it.
Thinking of the half-set of erotic scenes just now, the smile on Qian Renxue's face began to cool, flavored with jealousy:
"Jue, speaking of which, what did it feel like to grab around in the ancestor's armor just now?"
"Ah, what?"
Qian Renjue was slightly stunned.
Then he remembered the experience just now, and what he had done...
His hand seemed to still hold the warm, soft, and heavy fruits, not inferior to A Yin's.
His lips seemed to still have the sweetness, alternating with the depraved coldness and the sacred heat, which left a deep impression.
With a slight recollection, Qian Renjue's face was full of embarrassment, and he stammered:
"That, that was all the ancestor's doing..."
"But Sister clearly saw you enjoying it, molesting the ancestor."
Qian Renxue pouted.
It seemed that the pair of big boob benefits had caused a great impact on Jue.
She had to make Jue learn to be even worse!
"That, that's because the ancestor was too evil..."
Qian Renjue tried to explain something.
But the fact was that he couldn't resist the erosion just now, and took the initiative to knead and round those plumpness.
He could only vaguely say:
"That, Grandpa, Sister, just now that was the ancestor who insisted, I couldn't help it..."
"I absolutely didn't mean to deliberately blaspheme the ancestor!"
Qian Daoliu looked at his good grandson, his expression complex and wistful:
"Don't call me Grandpa, you should be my Grandpa..."
"Ah?"
Qian Renjue looked surprised, then a little bitter, and quickly begged for mercy.
"Grandpa, don't joke, your grandson can't take it."
"It almost wasn't a joke."
Qian Daoliu smiled wryly, clutching his heart, still with lingering fear.
The impact he received was not small.
Faith blackening...
His grandson almost became his ancestor...
"Pfft."
Qian Renxue couldn't help but chuckle.
Looking at Qian Renjue's flustered appearance, the little bit of jealousy in her heart quickly dissipated.
She was also at fault.
She was too weak to protect Jue.
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Inside the Douluo Palace, when the light and dark sides of the Angel God alternately appeared.
In the Papal Palace on the mountainside.
Bibi Dong, who was working, suddenly had a flash of scarlet in her eyes, as if resonating with a similar force.
Bibi Dong's face was pale, and her pretty face became a little hideous.
She lowered her eyes to hide it.
"Damn it! Why would it suddenly riot?"
Bibi Dong bit her silver teeth and immediately put down what she was doing.
She waved her hand and ordered:
"Yueguan, Guimei!"
"Go guard outside, without my permission, no one is allowed to come in!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other.
Although they had doubts, they still neatly bowed and took orders, immediately rushing out.
"Hiss~ Old Ghost, do you feel colder?"
Just arrived at the door.
Chrysanthemum Douluo hugged his charming body, and said softly with a pinched voice.
"Yes, a cold feeling."
Ghost Douluo nodded slightly.
He glanced behind him at the Papal Palace, where the yin wind was constantly blowing out, and frowned.
"Old Ghost, what is His Majesty the Pope doing?"
"We just need to guard the door."
"..."
Inside the Papal Palace, suddenly there was a gust of yin wind passing through.
Bibi Dong, who was sitting on the high platform, had already sat down cross-legged.
Her eyes were completely blood red, the bright red color seemed as if blood would drip out at any time.
Her originally noble and exquisite face, at this time looked full of terrifying distortion, with bloodstains wandering.
Behind her, there was a black phantom that could not be seen clearly, enchanting and charming, seemingly raising her eyes to look at the mountain peak.
What she said, no one could hear.
"You blockhead, did you finally kick the bucket?"
"Hmph, really stupid, I told you to leave the God Realm with me first."
"You just had to believe that the God Realm was safe."
"How could they let you break that seat that had already been fixed?"
"Even if you don't have any ideas, they won't feel at ease."
The phantom was looming, and the words became a little surprised.
"Tsk!"
"Has this woman gotten the hang of it?"
"The goddess of stupidity actually has someone to succeed her in our child!"
"Hmph! It makes me angry just thinking about it."
"Where can the creation of life be separated from kissing and touching, back then I just touched her, and she slashed me with a sword. What a blockhead."
"Hehe... I'm still smarter."
The phantom complained, then laughed smugly, sinisterly:
"I'll leave the God Realm first and go elsewhere to become stronger."
"Then come back and block outside the God Realm, waiting for the Shura and Sea God pair of dog men to leave."
"On the only way, beat them to death!"
"Hahaha"
A terrifying laughter like a night owl reverberated in Bibi Dong's ears, causing her to frown.
"Alas, from now on, my child with her is also your child."
A lonely voice rang in Bibi Dong's ears.
"Here's a little tip for you."
"It's normal for the God of Evil to have evil thoughts in his heart, but he can't be dominated by them."
"We should be gods who dominate evil thoughts!"
"But you're doing a good job now, keep it up to get more benefits."
As the words fell, the slender and tall phantom slowly dissipated, under the thick fog, vaguely, what was revealed was a relatively short figure, with huge waves.
It looked like a little loli holding two footballs.
"I wonder if the main body has become stronger. The key is whether it has grown taller..."
"..."
The yin wind dissipated inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong had cold sweat on her forehead, and her heart was full of doubts.
"Was that the Rakshasa Goddess just now?"
"What did she mean by her words, what does it mean that her child is also my child?"
"..."
Bibi Dong's rapid breathing gradually calmed down.
She looked towards the direction of the Douluo Palace on the mountain peak, with uncertainty in her eyes.
"Did something happen to Xue'er?"
"She's even faster than my cultivation speed, she must have been recognized."
"..."
I wish you all a happy life!
