Qian Chengxiao: We're Not Close!

Qian Chengxiao: We're Not Close!

"Today was only the third day since Cheng Xiao and I had been adopted by Chihiro Ji. There was still time to change everything."

"That's right. There was still time. There was still time for everything."

"There wasn't time! Damn it, he had actually forgotten that today was the day his Adoptive Father and teacher were taking him to the Soul Beast Forest to obtain Soul Rings."

Qian Chengxiao, who had been sitting atop the mountain and letting go of everything, suddenly jolted awake.

Chihiro Ji was his Adoptive Father, while Qian Daoliu had become his teacher.

It was all because of his Mutated God-level Martial Soul—no, the Mutated Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul, which was even stronger than a God-level Martial Soul.

When Qian Daoliu first saw him, he had nearly assumed Qian Chengxiao was an illegitimate son Chihiro Ji had fathered somewhere outside.

After all, Chihiro Ji had blond hair and was handsome.

Though Qian Chengxiao did not have blond hair, the little fellow was even more handsome than Chihiro Ji.

Perhaps because of that Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul, his hair was black rather than blond.

The conclusions Qian Daoliu had pieced together even made Chihiro Ji wonder whether Qian Chengxiao really was his illegitimate son who had been lost outside.

But the problem was, he did not even have a woman. Where would an illegitimate son come from?

In the end, Qian Daoliu accepted him as a disciple, while Chihiro Ji happily took Qian Chengxiao in as his Adopted Son.

After sorting out his thoughts, Qian Chengxiao patted the dust from his body and turned to head down the mountain.

"There was nothing left to be obsessed with."

"Was this what obsession smelled like?"

"Cheng Xiao smelled so good."

"Cheng Xiao, my Cheng Xiao."

Lying on the bed, Bibi Dong buried her young body completely beneath the blanket.

This blanket was the very one she and Qian Chengxiao had shared after being adopted by Chihiro Ji.

In that unfamiliar environment, she had been afraid. On top of that, they had both been young, and aside from each other, they had no one to rely on in that strange place.

So, when they were little, she and Qian Chengxiao had always lived together.

Yet, at some point, she had driven Qian Chengxiao out. From then on, Qian Chengxiao, who used to circle around her every day, had become more and more annoying in her eyes.

Perhaps it was precisely because of Qian Chengxiao's favoritism toward her that her attitude toward him had grown increasingly reckless.

After all, no matter what happened, he would always return to her side.

Buried beneath the blanket, Bibi Dong kept replaying every little moment between them. Whenever she thought of how good he had been to her, then remembered how she had treated him, pain twisted through her heart. She had been greedily inhaling the scent Qian Chengxiao had left on the blanket, but now her heart ached in waves.

"Cheng Xiao, this time, I absolutely won't give up on you again."

As she said this, determination appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Saintess, His Holiness the Pope has summoned you to the Pope's Palace."

Just as Bibi Dong was drowning in remorse and self-reproach, a guard's voice came from outside the door.

"Right, today was the day Chihiro Ji and Qian Daoliu were taking Cheng Xiao to the Star Dou Great Forest."

When Bibi Dong heard those words, her beautiful eyes widened slightly.

"I'll be able to see Cheng Xiao soon."

"This time, I'll take the initiative."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong's eyes curved into crescents, and the corners of her lips lifted.

A beautiful future life for the two of them appeared in her mind. Aside from their daughter, Qian Renxue, she would also bear him many, many adorable children.

Shaking away the images in her mind, Bibi Dong was already eagerly anticipating her next meeting with Qian Chengxiao.

At that thought, her eyes shone brightly.

After all, she had been reborn.

She refused to believe she could not win over a little brat. Besides, the current Qian Chengxiao was utterly devoted to her.

"Heh heh."

"Heh heh heh."

Whether because she was excited about seeing Qian Chengxiao soon or because she had thought of something else that thrilled her, Bibi Dong sat on the bed and let out a strange laugh.

If anyone else had seen this scene, they would have been shocked for a hundred years.

After all, who would not be stunned to see a porcelain-doll-like little girl barely over a meter tall sitting on a bed, grinning foolishly and making strange "heh heh heh" noises?

"Saintess? Saintess?"

As Bibi Dong sat there giggling foolishly, lost in whatever she was imagining, she heard the attendant calling from outside again and snapped out of her fantasy.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

With that, Bibi Dong jumped off the bed and happily headed for the door, delighted that she would soon see Qian Chengxiao.

"Adoptive Father, Teacher."

Qian Chengxiao had raced down from the Back Mountain and finally encountered Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had come to meet him halfway. The two carried him back at full speed.

Otherwise, he definitely would not have made it in time.

The moment he entered the Pope's Palace, Qian Chengxiao saw Qian Daoliu and Chihiro Ji. He gave them both a slight bow.

"It's good that you're here. We're preparing to set off and find the Soul Beasts most suitable for you and Bibi Dong, so you can obtain your Soul Rings."

When Chihiro Ji saw Qian Chengxiao enter the hall, his face was full of smiles, and his eyes brimmed with satisfaction.

The way he looked at Qian Chengxiao was as though he were looking at his own biological son.

Because Chihiro Ji understood that even his own biological son would not have possessed better talent than the monster before him.

This little fellow's Mutated Martial Soul was even stronger than a God-level Martial Soul.

And it was an Angel Martial Soul, too.

It seemed this was the son Heaven had gifted him.

Though he had only taken Qian Chengxiao in as his Adopted Son a few days ago, Chihiro Ji truly intended to raise him as his own son.

"Alright, Adoptive Father."

Only after Qian Chengxiao finished speaking did he notice that, at some point, a tiny girl as adorable as a porcelain doll had appeared behind him, gazing at him timidly.

And this incredibly adorable little girl was none other than Bibi Dong.

When Qian Chengxiao looked into Bibi Dong's large, sparkling eyes, he froze slightly.

Something was very wrong with the way she looked at him.

Infatuation, longing, regret, excitement, and even a trace of madness—countless emotions mixed together into something complicated.

In short, it could not have been more wrong.

She looked exactly like a little fangirl—or, more accurately, a little lovesick girl.

It was true that, because of the unfamiliar environment, young Bibi Dong had been somewhat unable to leave his side.

And it was precisely because young Bibi Dong had been unable to leave him and had clung to him so much that he later became so devoted to her. Or, more accurately, he had become her simp.

But this time, he would absolutely not repeat the same mistake.

There were so many beautiful women in Douluo. Why hang himself from this one tree?

"Cheng Xiao."

Bibi Dong's gaze toward Qian Chengxiao was practically overflowing with affection, but when Qian Chengxiao heard her call him and saw her reaching out to take his hand, he hurriedly stepped back half a step.

"We're not close!"

(End of Chapter)